It was the best sleep that Grissom had had in years, he was content with Sara in his arms and so when he woke the following afternoon to find the bed empty and cold he was a little worried it had all be a wonderful dream (minus the chaos in the hospital). He sat up and could see evidence of Sara in his bedroom reassuring him that it wasn't a dream and had been real. He felt on the table next to him for his glasses and found a note on top of them.

Took Hank for a walk to clear my head.

Love you.

S

He smiled, they'd finally both admitted they loved each other last night after the horrors of the hospital. He swung his legs out of the bed and threw a t-shirt on before he shuffled into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. The hissing of the machine told him it was ready and he was just grabbing a mug out of the cupboard when he heard a loud banging at the door.

He walked over and answered it by yanking the door open, about to challenge whoever had been pounding on his door like that. "Jesus Gil." Brass held his hands up "Don't you or Sara answer your cell phones anymore?"

"Sara?" Why was Brass asking about Sara.

"Yeah Sara. You know Sara." He smirks "Tall, brown hair, vegetarian, from California and works for you…" He chose not to add the words 'inexplicably in-love with you' and was more than a little curious about the glint of gold he thought he saw.

"How can I help Jim?" He stands to the side and lets him in the house and together they walk into the lounge.

"Greg went to Sara's apparently they have some kind of standing date except she never showed and wasn't answering her phone. He went by her place and there was no answer and then the lab to drag her home if she was still working and said her car is there but no Sara." Brass glanced up at Gil who seemed nonplussed. "After what happened last night he was worried and called round everyone but nobody has seen her. She's still not answering her phone so he called you for the spare key and then you weren't answering either." Sara had given Grissom a spare key to her place not long after arriving in Vegas, he was the only person she knew here was the reasoning at the time. The key was now attached to his key ring.

"Ok…" He was a little confused and trying to figure out a way out of this.

"Gil!" His heart stops, of course she'd pick now to walk into the house. "Your damned dog!" She walks past the door and sees him stood in the room. "I swear to god, you're booking him into an obedience school. He's ruined my jeans."

She walks into the room still clutching Hank's leash she walks up to him and kisses him on the lips. "Where's mine?" Jim asks and she freezes before looking over towards him and sees him stood there looking very much like the cat who just ate the canary.

"Sweetheart." He says slowly with a hint of amusement in his voice "I tried to get him to behave but I distinctly remember you telling me off for being mean to poor old Hank who's just a baby." He smiles at her and watches her turn and walk out the room and hurry upstairs. "By the way!" He calls after her "We have company!"

"You have a dog?" Jim asks, they got together for steak on a semi-regular basis and he'd failed to tell him this.

"Yes."

"Finally made your move?" Jim asks with a big shit eating grin on his face.

"Yes." Grissom schools his face into his best poker face.

"She have matching ring on her left hand?" He nods his head in the direction of Gil's left hand.

"Yes."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you"

"You're not going to tell me anything else are you?" He doesn't wait for Grissom to answer "Have her call Sanders will you. The kid is freaking out."

"Jim…" Grissom calls to him as he walks out the door.

"Yeah yeah I know." Brass waves a hand "Your secret stays safe with me!"

Grissom goes upstairs and into his bedroom where he finds Sara sat on the bed clutching her ripped jeans. "What happened to your jeans?"

"You know that fancy poodle he likes?"

"Ah…" Grissom was able to put it together, he'd struggled to keep hold of Hank who very much wanted to play with the fancy brown poodle who lived with the grumpy old lady four doors down when they walked past it the other day. Clearly his wife had not fared as well as he had in controlling the dog.

"Apparently he isn't as reluctant as his owner to go after who he likes" Sara smirks to let him know she doesn't mean it as an insult. The animal in question comes slinking into the room knowing he'd upset Sara and sits at her feet snuggled in as close as possible.

"Brunettes and Sara Sidle." Grissom shrugs. "A dog after my own heart." He takes Sara's jeans from her hand and throws them at the trashcan in the corner. "A dog who definitely isn't allowed in the bedroom."

Sara who'd since slid off the bed and was now on the floor with the dogs head in her lap scratching behind the ear and whispering apologies for yelling. "He's ok Gil, he just wants to be close to us." Grissom throws his hands in the air it was as if the conversation downstairs never happened. "What did Jim want?" She ignores his theatrics.

"Apparently you have a date with Greg and stood him up." He says casually "Then you didn't even have the decency to answer your phone."

"Shit." She jumps up and displaces Hank who grumbles. "Sorry." She tells the dog and then scrambles over the bed to the nightstand and finds her phone in silent mode. She flicks it open and begins to dial "Greg?...I know I got my days mixed up… I'm sorry…Yes, Ill be over soon…Absolutely pizza is on me…ok pizza is on me next time as well...yeah it was your turn to pick anyway…fine and next time." She hangs up the phone and runs into the bathroom and asks him to call her a cab.

"What's this thing with Greg?" He follows her into the bathroom.

"Jealous of Greg?" Sara calls from the shower

"He saw you naked before I did." He's aware Greg told Sara he hadn't seen anything.

"No he really didn't." Sara calls back.

"Do you need help washing your back?" Grissom tries instead.

"No." She tells him firmly. "You don't need to be jealous Gil. It's just our day to hang out."

"Day to hang out?"

"Yeah it's a thing." She stops briefly and Grissom debates joining her anyway. "We do something fun. Sometimes it's a movie, sometimes we go to an arcade or do something tacky, touristy and just outright Vegas-y" This surprises him, he hadn't imagined Sara in an arcade game playing whatever it is they have in there these days. "It started after Hank broke up with me. I'd booked us a fancy dinner at Ferraro's, you know the Italian place?" She doesn't wait for an answer "I've always wanted to go" He mentally made a note of that "He was there when I called up and cancelled the reservation after we broke up. I was hurting…" Well that made him irrationally angry at Hank for hurting her, her for apparently caring enough about him to be hurt by their break up and him for feeling all of this "…So he shows up the day of the dinner reservation with pizza, beer and Bridget Jones" Apparently Greg knew it was Sara's favourite rom com. "Which he brought over because sad girls watch Bridget Jones" Grissom cancelled his plans to make Greg work as many decomps as he could without it being suspicious "I decided to pay him back for sitting through that…" what? Greg was rewarded for sitting through those films and he wasn't? The decomps were back on. "So a few weeks later I took him to see School of Rock in the cinema and it became a monthly thing" She gets out of the shower "Did you call the cab?"

"Why do you need a cab?" He asks "I could…" He'd been about to offer to drive but realises that it wouldn't be a very good secret if

"Ahh see the flaw in your plan there?" She tells him whilst he stares as she dresses. "Stop staring at my ass Gil and go call my cab."

"Yes dear." He leaves her to get dressed and as instructed calls her a cab.

… … … … … …

Sara is about to ring the buzzer to get into Greg's apartment when she realises she still has on her wedding ring and she quickly wiggles it off and slides it into her pocket, Greg buzzes her up and answers the door with an accusatory glare on his face. "I'm sorry" she tells him sincerely.

"Do you know how worried I was?" He puts on a high pitch voice

"No note, car still at the lab!" His smile betrays him and Sara laughs at his bad Harry Potter impression

"I ordered pizza" She shrugs as an apology

"Did I hear pizza?" Another voice calls from Greg's lounge

"Hello Cutis" Sara calls back to Greg's roommate, she looks at Greg "I ordered him one as well."

"Well then I might be close to forgiving you."

"I'm sorry Greg."

"I'll forgive you." He says but his tone makes Sara think there's more "but…"

Ah. There it was. "But what?"

"I think I'll need you to tell me about that." He taps Sara's neck. She's surprised it's not where she knows Adam Trent held the shard to her neck. "Because Sara Sidle, that. That is a hickey."

Sara tries to keep it cool and tries to formulate a story for Greg that protects her and Gil. "Leave her alone dude." Curtis calls from the living room and Sara is briefly grateful for Greg's weird friend.

"Yeah Greg. Leave her alone" Sara parrots and Greg just stares at her and she walks past him and sits on the couch next to Curtis.

"Hi Sara." Curtis grins at her. "You're looking hot today."

"Thanks" Now she remembers why she doesn't like this guy. "What are we watching?"

"Dragon Ball Z" Curtis takes a sip of his beer "Frieza saga"

"Freezer? Some kind of saga about ice cream…" She can sees Curtis about to start a rant and can't help but poke "Is Vegetable about to fight Boxer shorts for the shiny marbles?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response." Curtis huffs.

"I don't know whether or not I should be impressed that you know enough about Dragon Ball Z to make that joke." Greg hands Sara her own beer which she waves off with a request for a soda instead. "So the hickey"

Sara looks over Curtis "Don't expect me to help this time" He tells her.

Resigned Sara looks at Greg "I'm seeing someone, it's new. I'm not ready to talk about it."

Greg smiles "That's all you had to say, although you might want to let your new beau know not to mark you up if you want to avoid awkward questions from your friends."

The buzzer goes and they realise it's probably the pizza, Sara grabs some cash out of her wallet and goes to get the food. "You know who it is right?" Curtis asks Greg.

"No"

"It's obvious bro." Curtis tells him not looking away from the screen "It's your boss the bug dude." He says as he cracks open another beer

"Grissom? No way."

"Dude I thought you were like a trained investigator" Curtis takes a sip of beer "Didn't you say they had a thing for each other?" Greg nods "Ok, the only people who didn't answer their phones today were those two right?" Greg nods again "And her car is still at work? Which means someone had to drive her home and will need to drive her to work and she's got a rash around that hickey, doesn't your boss have a beard?"

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Well I can't help that you've always had the same ability to grow facial hair as a newborn baby, but us real men…" Greg snorts and Curtis ignores him "It's beard burn, if you'd ever left it on anyone you'd know what it looks like."

"When was the last time you left beard burn on a girl?" Greg shoots back

"Don't hate Greggy." Another sip of beer "Just watch them. 50 bucks says I'm right."

"You're on." Greg feels confident that there's nothing going on between Sara and Grissom although there is a small bit of doubt in his mind.

… … … … … …

Sara resisted all Greg's attempts to try and find out more information about who her new boyfriend is (she had to resist the temptation to laugh, he was a bit more than a boyfriend). They walked into the lab together and straight past Grissom who listened to their conversation. "He's just a creep Greg."

"I know but he's been my friend since pre-k" Greg sounds suitably apologetic

"I'd just like him to stop staring at my boobs Greg" She says firmly.

"I'll talk to him." Greg looks over at Sara and smirks "Besides you've got someone else to stare at you these days" Sara shoves him and Grissom decides now would be a good time to join their conversation.

"Hello Greg, Sara." He appears behind them. "Who is staring at Sara?"

"Heard that did you?" Sara shoots a quick glance over her shoulder. "Nobody Griss. Just Greg's creepy roommate."

"In his defence…"

"Pick your next words carefully Sanders."

"The target was right in the middle of your chest." Greg points out.

"That's right!" Grissom says cheerfully "You two had a date earlier"

"It wasn't a date!" Sara snaps and shoots Grissom another look, this time it was more of a glare.

"Play date then." He tries to sound serious and Sara just thinks about all the ways she's going to kill him later. "What did you do?"

"Laser tag." Greg tells him "My roommate and me…"

"Roommate and I" Grissom can't help himself as he corrects Greg's grammar.

"Anyway…" Greg ignores him "Me and Curtis versus Sara Sidle"

"Who won?" Grissom asks

"Sara" Greg grumps. "She's awesome."

"Atta girl Sara." Grissom places a hand on Sara's shoulder and Greg almost misses the squeeze and has to fight the urge to do a double take. There is no way that Curtis was right about them.

As they walk into the breakroom Sara hears her phone chirp and she flicks it open.

Text from Grissom: So Greg's roommate got to come with you?

She pours a coffee and fires back a message of her own. Greg watches her send the message and then notices that Grissom's phone goes off in his pocket a second after Sara sends her text. Surely it's a coincidence, there's no way that Curtis was right.