AN: Another little installment in this series. I'm on another rewatch, and a few more stories popped into my head watching some of the episodes… I have a couple more already done, but I just started season eight, and, well, we all know what that means! But maybe then I can focus on the other WIPs I'm working on ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI

Law of Gravity

Sara's in the kitchen when he gets home, just closing the dishwasher as he descends the stairs. She looks less tired than when she left the lab earlier, before his debrief with Conrad about the whole Keppler debacle, and a soft smile appears on her face when she turns to him. "Hey, did everything go OK?"

Grissom sighs as he crosses the room to lean against the counter next to her. "As much as these things can, I suppose."

It's always a tragedy when a fellow law enforcement officer is killed in the line of duty, but apart from that, it's a lot of red tape. He spent the last couple of hours with Catherine, Conrad, and McKeen, trying to do damage control while supporting his friend. He might not have known Keppler, had barely met the man, but Catherine had obviously connected with him in the limited time they had together.

Sara sighs next to him and leans her head against his shoulder. "Not the welcome home you were hoping for, huh?"

He has to let out a chuckle. "Not exactly. But things are looking up…"

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm-hmm."

Grissom turns to her at the same time as she lifts her head from his shoulder, and they meet in the middle, the kiss almost tentative at first, as if the weeks apart have turned them into strangers.

Then he groans, deepening the kiss at the same time as he turns them to be able to push her back against the counter. She lets out a surprised gasp, but quickly gets with the program, sliding her arms around his neck and opening up more for him, pressing closer.

By the time he pulls back, they're both breathing hard, and her eyes are dark with desire he knows is mirrored in his own.

"Well, that almost makes up for the last month," she says with a mischievous smile, sounding a little breathless.

"Oh, I'm far from done," he assures her, negating the words by taking a few steps back.

"I'll hold you to that." Sara moves to the fridge and opens it. "Food first?"

"A bit of energy probably wouldn't hurt for what I have in mind."

She snorts at that, rolling her eyes at him when she emerges from the fridge with the ingredients for pancakes.

"Does that line usually work?"

"You tell me, I've never used it before."

Grissom watches as she extracts what she needs, moving around the kitchen with familiarity, and for a moment, he can't breathe with the ache for her, even though she's right in front of him, even though he knows he can lead her up the stairs to the bedroom soon and won't have to let her go until it's time to go into the lab again tonight.

When she's gotten all the ingredients into a bowl and started mixing them together, he moves until he can wrap his arms around her waist and lean his chin against her shoulder.

"Move in with me."

She freezes, mid-movement, and for a moment, he's worried he said the wrong thing, that she's not ready.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"This isn't some… temporary insanity brought on by four weeks' of celibacy, is it?" Her voice is carefully even, a sure sign she's anything but calm.

"No, but if you want, I can ask you again tomorrow…" he places a kiss on the spot behind her ear that always makes her shiver, "… and the day after that…" a trail of kisses down her neck, "…and the day after that…" a nip to her shoulder, "… and the…"

"OK, OK, I get it!" She pauses the food preparations to turn around in his arms. "If you're sure, then yes, I would love to move in with you."

"Really?"

"Really."

By the time they remember the half-finished pancake batter, it goes straight in the garbage disposal.