A/N: Hi hi. Here we go with a new chapter. I hope you are enjoying so far. Lots and lots of craziness to come as we start to relive some more OG nightmares but a little nicer time in this one. Things are going to get very personal for a certain someone very soon.

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On we go…

Chapter 8

A yawn escaped Sara's lips as she sauntered from the bedroom. Eyes scanning around the suite, they eventually came to rest on Grissom. Leaning against the wall by the large windows, his arms folded, he was looking out over the bright lights of the city.

"How's the view, Professor?" she asked as she approached.

Slowly turning, he gazed at her. "Mysterious as always," he replied.

Smiling when she reached him, her hand lifted to cup his cheek, lips meeting his with a soft and tender kiss.

"Did you order food?" she asked upon pulling back, delicately brushing her fingertips through his hair. He nodded. "Good. Do you want something to drink?"

"Maybe with dinner. I'm okay at the moment."

"Okay," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. "Are you feeling all right? Were we too late with your meds?"

His head tipped her way as they sat. "You worry too much."

Playfully narrowing her eyes at him for his usual knack of not answering, she tapped him on the nose.

"I'm allowed to."

Before they could continue, there was a knock at the door.

"That was quick," Sara commented, glancing at the clock. "Did you order just a packet of chips?"

He smirked at her. "Hot dogs all round?"

Eyes narrowing again, she playfully slapped his thigh as she got up. "You better not have."

Laughing as she reached the door, she took a step back after looking through the peephole.

"Oh," she said, glancing at Grissom over her shoulder. "Well, either Catherine has money troubles she isn't telling us about and moonlighting as room service or we have a visitor."

As Grissom's eyebrow's soared, Sara opened the door.

"Cath," she said surprised. "Hey."

"Hi," Catherine said with a smile, looking Sara up and down. "Sorry, am I disturbing you?"

"Ah, no." Sara gestured inside. "We're just chilling. Waiting for room service. Come on in. I'm sure Gil won't mind you catching him in his PJ's."

"Won't be the first time," Catherine replied with a smirk as she entered.

Frowning, Sara closed the door, her lips working in confusion. 'When did you ever see my husband in his pajamas?' ran through her mind as she followed.

Grissom stood upon seeing Catherine, eyes flicking to Sara for a second.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Relax," Catherine cooed. "I just thought I'd drop by and make sure you've settled in okay and have everything you need. I had to speak with my hotel manager so, kill two birds with one stone."

"Enough of the killing, thank you," Sara jested as she rejoined Grissom. "Can I get you anything, Cath?" she asked her friend.

"No, no, I'm fine," Catherine insisted as she sat down.

"Are you sure?" Grissom asked pointing over his shoulder. "We have a swimming pool of booze over there."

Smirking, Catherine reached out to pick something up from the table and Sara's eyes widened when she realized it was Grissom's medication. She'd put it there, so he didn't forget to take it in the morning.

"I'm just looking after you," Catherine told them as she read the label on the bottle, her eyes flicking to her friends once she was finished.

Clearing her throat, Sara took Grissom's hand and tugged him down with her as she sat on the sofa. She then looked at him at the exact time he tipped his head her way.

Giving her shrug, he smiled. "Go ahead or we'll never get any peace."

"Are you sure?" Sara asked.

She needed confirmation from him that they were willing to reveal something very personal and not just acting off the spur of the moment.

As he nodded, Sara squeezed his hand, glancing over at Catherine. She knew it was easier for him that she be the one to tell Catherine what was happening. He had enough opening up to his wife let alone anyone else.

"I feel like you're about to propose or something," Catherine laughed in an obvious attempt to lighten the air of thickness that had suddenly formed.

Smirking, Sara then pursed her lips. "So," she began, shuffling a bit. "Gil mentioned on the phone that we had a fair bit going on."

"Ugh huh," Catherine agreed.

"Well," Sara continued, giving Grissom's hand anther squeeze, "when we came here last year, Gil got sick."

Catherine suddenly looked concerned. "Sick?"

"A form of land sickness," Grissom told her. "Dizziness, disorientation. Nothing life threatening."

Heaving out a relieved breath, Catherine put the pill bottle down.

"Thank God for that. You had me a little worried there. So, what does this mean exactly?"

"Gil went to see the doctor after the Hodges case, and was advised to keep his feet on solid ground."

Frowning a bit, Catherine puzzled over the solid ground comment.

"But you went back on the boat, right?"

"Yeah," Grissom admitted.

"Oh. I guess that wasn't the best plan then," Catherine assumed.

Grissom sighed. "It appears not."

"The sickness went away for a while," Sara cut in, wanting to make this as short as possible. "But it came back a few months ago, worse than ever and, after going back to the doctor, we took his advice this time."

"To stay off the boat?" Catherine asked. Sara nodded. "For how long?"

Taking a deep breath, Sara found she couldn't look at Grissom as she answered because she knew how hard this was for him.

"Forever."

The shock returned to Catherine's face, her eyes saddening.

"Wow," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. It must be really hard for you after spending so much time at sea."

"We're adapting to being back on land," Sara encouraged, looking at Grissom again as he did her and she gave him the most loving smile. "And we've agreed to not let it get us down anymore."

"Good for you," Catherine said. "So, you're living in San Diego?"

Grissom nodded. "Yeah. We've spent a fair bit of time there so seemed as good a place as any right now."

"Have you bought a place or…"

"We're renting at the moment," Sara informed her. "Until we sort out work and then we'll probably look at something more permanent when we're settled. We just wanted to spend a bit of time getting our heads around things before we moved on to more adult responsibilities."

Catherine laughed. "Ah, who wants to be an adult anyway? Do you have a job lined up?"

"We have a few options," Grissom said.

"Well, I'd say come back here," Catherine chirped. "You know Max would jump at the chance to have you guys back permanently. But I guess you've already scratched off that option?"

Leaning forwards, Grissom looked right at his friend. "Well and truly scratched," he confirmed.

"Gil…," Sara warned even though she knew he was only teasing. He may not love Vegas anymore, but she still did.

Glancing at her, he sighed. "Sorry," he apologized.

Sara pursed her lips. "I forgive you. For now."

"You know we're still surprised you're back here," she then said to Catherine. "Well, still at the lab should I say? I know you mentioned you returned to find out what happened to Grace but you did that. "

Catherine shrugged. "It's hard to explain. It just feels right. I missed it. It's a part of me. Even with all the money it doesn't fill that void for.…"

"Murder and bodily fluids?" Grissom cut in.

Chuckling, Catherine leaned forwards and tapped the pill bottle. "Something like that. So, are these helping?"

"For the most part, yes," Grissom confirmed. "I just have to stay away from things with lots of motion."

"And stress," Sara added. "Too much stress doesn't help, either."

Eyebrows rising, Catherine cleared her throat. "That one might be a little tricky in the coming weeks."

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, Grissom sighed again. "I might agree with you there."

"Well, we'll do our best to keep it as low as possible," Sara added. "And we'd appreciate you keeping this to yourself, Cath."

She held up a hand. "No one's business but yours. But thank you for telling me. Now I can kick your ass when you work too much."

Sara laughed as Grissom's eyebrow hit the ceiling.

"Now that I'd like to see," she chuckled.

Laughing back, Catherine got up. "It's getting late, so I'll leave you guys to it. Relax and get some rest. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

Grissom gave a nod. "See you tomorrow."

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It didn't take long for room service to arrive after Catherine had departed. Once Grissom and Sara had eaten, they decided to call it a night. It had been a long day, especially considering the rude awaking they had received in the early hours of the morning.

Stepping from the bathroom, Sara stood in the doorway, eyes alighting on Grissom in bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose and laptop on his lap. Eye twitching, she flicked off the bathroom light.

"I hope you're not doing what I think you might be," she said, pulling back the covers to slide in beside him.

"No, dear," he said immediately, closing the laptop and putting it onto the nightstand. "I was just booking us rollercoaster tickets."

Sara's mouth dropped open in shock as he looked at her. "You're joking right?"

Giving her a cheeky smile, his head tilted so he could kiss her. When he pulled back he just shrugged.

"Gil.…" Her tone became serious, heart ticking a little faster. "You know you can't go on those now with.…"

Silencing her with another kiss, Sara couldn't help but melt into him. Damn this man and his distractions. Heavenly, heavenly distractions.

"Hmmmmmm," breezed through her nose, eyes closing as his lips worked over hers.

Her hand lifted to cup his cheek as their tongues sought solace in each other. If there was one sure fire way to alleviate any stress, this was certainly it.

As their lips slowly parted, Sara felt a little dizzy as her eyes opened. Nose to nose they remained, her hand sliding down to his shoulder.

"You're teasing me about the coaster aren't you?" she whispered.

His lips curled into a smile, and he nodded.

"I was just sending an email to Walter to let him know we weren't sure how long we we're going to be here. Yet anyway."

Eyes playfully narrowing, she gave his lips another quick peck. "You're a bad man. Teasing your wife like that."

"I'm sure you'll get me back."

"Oh, you can count on it," she confirmed.

They both smiled.

"I think we should try and get some sleep?" Sara suggested. "No doubt it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I think we're in for a long month."

A/N: A very long month, hahaha.