The chaos, loud noises and bright lights of Las Vegas seem a million miles away from the cosy set up they have created in their hotel suite. Sara, just grateful for a full standing shower and Gil for the ability to read a few chapters of his book without the distractions of living on a boat, are both sat in bed. A bed four times the size of the berth they are normally used to, all thanks to Catherine. Sara pulls her (well Gil's spare pair) reading glasses off her face and closes the arms in on themselves carefully.

'Do you ever think back, to all those years ago when we were first starting out?' She turns her head towards her husband, a sudden burst of nostalgia flooding her thoughts.

'Hmm?' He responds, turning the page but showing no real attention to his wife for the second time this trip.

'Never mind…' A pause before she returns her attention to the ipad resting in her lap. Grissom closes his book and turns slightly towards her, smirking to himself.

'Vegas or San Fran?' She looks up ahead, out across the room but not at him.

'So, you were listening?' Turning her head slowly, she fiddles with the glasses in her hand.

'Always. And yes I think about you, us all the time.' He takes the glasses from her distracting hands and places them on the bedside table behind him. She waits for him to turn back fully, his attention back on her.

'Vegas or San Fran?'

'Both.'

'What's your favourite memory?' He wiggles his eyebrows at her, slipping his glasses down and off his face. 'Keep it clean.' She warns, turning her body more to meet him.

'That night I came to your apartment after your clash with Ecklie and Catherine. When you told me about your past.' He flattens the collar on her top down to her neck. She looks down as he does so, not questioning just curious.

'Really?' She raises a hand to brush over where his hand has just left.

'Well I was going to say the first time we made love but…' He reaches around and places his glasses and book alongside the glass of water and Sara's glasses on the bedside table.

'Really, that's your favourite memory?'

'Yes. I saw the different side to Sara Sidle.'

'Bet you wished you ran a mile?'

'No!' They reach for each other, hands tangling, fingers stroking skin, pulling each other closer. 'I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to love you. Support you. That first week was… Life changing.'

'Because you got laid for the first time in… How many years was it?' Her hand crawls up his arm slowly, her short nails dragging across his tanned skin.

'We ate so much food.' He chuckles to himself, remembering the countless shared takeaways in her tiny apartment.

'We slept a lot too. Sometimes without ripping each others clothes off! Do you remember saying that?'

'I did?'

'Well, I mentioned it, you dismissed the idea at first. Then two seconds later said it would be fun I suppose.'

'I took that long to correct myself? Two whole seconds?' They laugh together, both looking down at their hands, laps.

'You had it bad.'

'So did you.' They sit in silence for a few minutes. Grissom brings her back down from cloud nine, pulling her from her daydreaming of all those happy years at the start of their relationship. Their real relationship. 'What's yours?' Sara sits back against the headboard, her hand still intertwined with his and scrunches her face deep in concentration.

'I actually wasn't expecting you to ask me the same question.' She laughs and looks at him apologetically.

'Take your time.' She closes her eyes and purses her lips. Eyeing him carefully through one eye she clears her throat.

'Hear me out. It's a bit weird.'

'Ok…' She shuffles up from underneath the comforter and sits crossed legged more to his side, pushing her hair behind her ears.

'Do you remember when we worked on that pig in the back lot?'

'Of course. I remember sending a plant as an apology, looking back now I was a dick. I'm sorry.'

'Forget that, you remember?' He nods. 'And you remember when you were working on that meat, and you asked me to clean it up?'

'Hang on, we said favourite memory, why are you dragging me through the mud right now?' He jests. She thumps him lightly on the shoulder.

'I said hear me out!' He raises an eyebrow and nods in response to her earlier question. 'I reminded you I was a vegetarian, had been a while right. Well, the next time we all went out for dinner after shift, you sat next to me. You ordered a veggie dish. I don't know whether it was on purpose, whether you even realised you did it. But I forgave you in that moment and something inside me knew that it would be worth it in the end. All the fights, the avoiding one another, the brush offs, knock backs. I knew you meant well and would never hurt me again.'

'I'm sorry Sara.'

'I know.'

'I'm so grateful you gave me time, forgave me over and over again. I didn't deserve you, this.' He smooths his hand across her silk clad thigh, back and forth.

'You can say that now, at the ripe old age of 65 in a fancy hotel with unlimited room service, scotch included. Living your best life.'

'That and a smoking wife, 15 years my junior.' He creeps across the massive bed more to her side, reaching for her ipad abandoned where she previously sat, dropping it carefully on the floor at the side of her bed. He throws the pillows from behind them onto the floor with a soft thud. Sensing where this is going, she tries to remind him of their busy day ahead.

'We need to be up early in the morning. We have court.' She watches as he leans around her more, reaching for the light switch on the wall.

'I know.' He flicks the switch drenching the room in darkness.

'You'll be complaining about your knees tomorrow.' She shuffles closer to her husband, feeling his hands carefully push the buttons through her top.

'It will be worth it.' He whispers.