AN: Hey, guys, guess who's back! I'm sorry I've been quiet for so long – the last few months have been a little difficult with too much work, leaving little time for writing, working through the loss of my beloved kitty and also introducing a new kitten to my other cat (which is not going great, causing some stress on all involved), and, to be honest, a lack of inspiration

But I finally finished this little ficlet, and I have a miniseries of two one-shots almost ready as well (they won't be a part of this series as they're not related to a specific episode), so keep an eye out for those in the next couple of weeks, if you're interested.

And, finally, for those of you waiting for the 'Buddyflies' sequel – I have NOT abandoned this story! I will admit I have barely touched it in a few weeks, but it WILL. GET. FINISHED! If I have to, I will go back to an earlier point in the story which is already written and wrap it up there (it would be the original ending I had in mind, so nothing that takes away from the story itself – it would just cut the little twist my brain came up with when I was almost finished) but I did just write about half a chapter the other day, and I have some ideas for the rest before we get to the ending and epilogue which are already done. So this will be published (at some point, not making any promises timewise at this stage)

Thanks to WalkerTRngr for the beta help, the general being there when I need advice or just to rant – you are the absolute best!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI

The Two Mrs. Grissoms

Sara bursts through the door and thanks her lucky star that she had the foresight to make the veggie lasagna before leaving for shift last night. She was always planning on pulling a double, to make up for the four consecutive days she has off, starting tonight, but due to a triple murder at one of the high-profile casino hotels along the Strip, she was three hours into a triple by the time she finally left the lab.

Now it's six thirty, Grissom's flight has already landed, and she'll be lucky if she has time to pull together a quick salad and shower before he gets home.

She pulls vegetables from the fridge, carefully focusing while she chops them up, so she won't lose a finger, and puts the bowl with the finished salad into the fridge, next to the lasagna dish – they'll just pop it in the oven for fifteen minutes when they're ready to eat, which hopefully won't be for a while. Glancing at the clock again, she hurries into the bedroom and then the bathroom, dropping her clothes into the hamper and pinning her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head before stepping into the shower.

Ten minutes later, Sara emerges again. The negligee she picked up at one of those underwear stores with overly peppy, teenage sales assistants is hanging on the door to the walk-in closet, and she pulls it over her head before stepping into the matching panties.

She lets her hair down, finger combing it to force it into some sort of order, and places a few drops of perfume in strategic places. She's just stepped into a pair of strappy heels and is inspecting the final results in the full body mirror when she hears a car door slam outside, and she hurries out of the bedroom.

The front door is just swinging open when she reaches it, and she pauses for a split second, letting him register her presence, before launching herself at him.

"Oomph!" Grissom grunts, but he does wrap is arms around her waist.

"Sorry," she apologizes, a little, sheepishly, against his throat.

"No, no, it's nice to know you're happy I'm home," he assures her, pulling back a little to be able to look at her. "Hi."

"Hi." She returns the smile before claiming his lips with hers, kicking the door closed behind him and tugging him further into the house.

A wall stops their progress, and to Sara's disappointment, he unwraps his arms from around her waist and places his hands on her shoulders, taking a step back.

"Not that I mind getting jumped," he starts, giving her a crooked smile, "but I've been travelling for the last fourteen hours – I wouldn't mind a shower and some food before we… move on to more interesting activities."

Sara lets her head fall back against the wall. "Sorry."

"No, honey, you don't have to apologize," he quickly assures her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But do you want to tell me what brought this on?"

She sighs and forces herself to meet his eyes. "I let Hodges get in my head."

That makes him frown. "Hodges? What does he have to do with our… well…"

"Our sex life?" she finishes for him, smirking as he blushes.

"Well, yeah."

"It was this stupid case," she explains. "He brought Catherine and me some results that confirmed that Julia was sleeping with a student, and then he started going on about how she was, what did he say… oh, yeah, sexually adventurous, like Lady Heather, and how that was clearly your type, but then he kind of looked at me and started backtracking, saying that sexual attraction obviously wasn't as important as a spiritual connection or something."

She can tell that Grissom's fighting to hold back a laugh and glares at him, which only makes him lose his battle and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes when he's pulled himself together again. "It's just… I don't know why you let him get to you."

"I know it's stupid, I just…" She shrugs, looking away from him. "I missed you, and he started talking about Julia – who I didn't know anything about, by the way, so thanks for that – and Heather, and I…"

"Hey," he says softly, a gentle finger against her cheek turning her to face him. "Hodges doesn't know anything, OK? You know nothing ever happened between me and Heather, and as for Julia… the reason I didn't tell you about her is that there's nothing to tell."

"That's not how she made it seem."

He frowns. "Well, I don't know what she said, obviously, but we went on exactly three dates, twelve… no, thirteen years ago, when she moved to Vegas. The only reason I even went out with her at all was that Mom asked me to show her around town since she didn't know anyone here."

"Seriously?" Sara huffs. "She told me that you two were 'intimate'."

He chokes on air at that. "No, definitely not."

"No?" She kind of hates how needy she sounds, but she can't help it.

"No. And do you want to know why?" She nods and he reaches out to cup her cheek before continuing. "Because this was about two weeks after the Forensic Academy Conference."

She takes a moment to process that information. "So, what you're saying…" she then starts, a smile forming on her face, "is that I cockblocked her?"