I'm trying to post once a week, but this last one I got sick and all my work got delayed. Not to mention that I had to stop everything to watch Stranger Things LOL. Sorry, guys! I hope you like the new chapter, I already have a good part of the next one written. I want to thank you for the messages too, you are very kind. But I still don't know how to answer them LOL.

Chapter 6

During the entire work, Sara only saw Grissom when he was passing from one place to the other, always in the company of someone. When their eyes met, he looked away quickly, as if he was embarrassed about something. Why, she's the one who should be ashamed.

It was a joke, her own voice in her head protested. But, as one of your many psychologists once pointed out, no joke happens by accident. She rolled her eyes at the memory. Sometimes a joke is just a joke, the voice responded defensively.

But was that the case? Sara was really happy waking up next to Grissom. Laughing as he deliberately brushed his beard against her neck, causing her to cringe as he continued to laugh.

And even though they hadn't had any sort of conversation to define what kind of relationship it was, she was content with the new routine. She really was! But unfortunately, every now and then she found herself wondering when Grissom would get out of bed saying it was over as he pulled his pants back on.

Because, let's face it, since her birth, she could count on her fingers how many times something so good happened in her life. This whole scenario she was experiencing seemed too good to be true, and it was hard to accept that it was really happening to her.

Most of the time, she could silence the voice with a snap of her fingers. After all, absolutely no evidence pointed to this end. After much analysis, she was convinced about it. But as time went on and she found herself more in love with him, sometimes the hand of anxiety pounded on the door of her head wanting to get in.

That's why she decided to live the romance one day at a time. Enjoying the beard play and the sometimes elaborate meals that were making Sara look healthier—as Catherine once pointed out, in front of him, and made him smile.

She decided she would memorize the wonderful feeling of having his fingers entwined with hers. And decided that she would accept to go to his house whenever he invited - which happened rarely, since he apparently loved staying at her house.

And that she would kiss him whenever possible: on his mouth, shoulders, chest, face, neck, anywhere, because she found him incredibly sexy and because she didn't know how long she could keep kissing him.

And maybe that's where the joke came from. Thank you, Dr. Montenberg. But I am having sex with my boss, because until then, strictly speaking, their relationship was just that: boss and subordinate. Now, however, she no longer knew. He looked sad and embarrassed, but not angry or mad at her.

Sara turned her eyes away from the report she was filling out and looked at her computer clock. Soon the end of the working day would come to an end, a realization that made her heart race. In a few minutes, she would talk to him, because, definitely, she wouldn't be able to spend more time without apologizing for the joke and say that she didn't mean anything by it, really. It was just something that sounded really funny in her head, but she understood that maybe it wasn't so nice for him to hear, although she hadn't been quite sure why. And that, anyway, she'd love it if they could just forget about it and be—

"Sara"

She lifted her head in a snap and felt an electrical charge coursing through her body at hearing his voice, so suddenly and without warning. He was glued to the wall towards her, like a gecko.

"... Yes?"

"I was wondering if you… Would like to have breakfast. With me, I mean", he said.

"Sure! I… uh… I'm leaving in twenty. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, perfect, I'll text you the address" and left.

She saw him before he did, but as she approached the table, he stood up. The first time he did it, she didn't quite understand. For a moment she was terrified at the thought that he would kiss her in public, so close to the lab, where anyone could see them. It wasn't until much later that she finally understood that this was a sign of chivalry, long dead among the vast majority of men.

They both talked about trivial things. They commented on the traffic, the weather, asked how each other's day had been and how the cases were progressing. Anyone passing by would think they were two co-workers talking about their day. Which isn't entirely wrong, but Sara thought it would be best to reserve this joke for herself.

When they finished eating, it was Grissom who started the conversation. Sara felt her hand get cold and sweaty at the same time. Why does this man make her feel this way?

"About earlier today…"

"I'm really sorry," she interrupted, unable to wait for any other words to come out of his mouth without her speaking first.

He froze looking at her.

"You weren't supposed to be upset. It was a joke, you know, it had sounded really funny in my head, that's all," Sara added.

"I was not upset"

"No?", she asked, surprised.

"No, I thought you were upset and I was going to apologize and—"

"No, I'm fine, I mean… I was just worried that I got you mad by what I said, and I couldn't find you alone and… well, it wouldn't make a difference if I did, really, because I wouldn't talk about that at the lab anyway. So I was a little bit anxious, but that's all", Sara said in a really hurried way, and smiled shyly at him when she realized that.

"OK", he said softly. "I wasn't mad at you, I was just…" He looked up to her, opening his mouth and closing it again.

"You were just…?", she encouraged.

"I just don't want you to think about me only as your boss or your colleague, because… I surely don't think of you as my co-worker. Far from it."

Sara swallowed.

"And…" Grissom continued very slowly, as if he was translating what he wanted to say in another language "... it got me a little upset, yes, that I was giving you that idea, because, Sara, I want to be much more than that to you".

And he looked up straight to her eyes.

"I wanna be more than that to you too", she said simply.

"You always were, dear"