You coming?

"Hello?" Sara picked up the phone at a stoplight on the way back to her house. It was after shift, and she was going home after a hard days work to have breakfast and snuggle up in bed.

"Hey, Sara! It's Grissom!"

Sara and Grissom had been getting really close lately, with the occasional date, the occasional make out, and the even more occasional kiss. They could basically read each other's minds at this point.

"Hey, Grissom." She said with a small smile lighting up her face.

"It's Thursday, and, well, I need to clean out my insect's cages, and..." He said intriguingly, "I was wondering if..."

"I could come help?" Sara guessed, although it was more than a guess, more like a prediction. She turned right at the light, instead of her usual left, leading to her house. She started driving in the direction of Grissom's house, already accepting his invitation.

"Yeah, would you mind?" He asked in a way he knew she couldn't resist.

Sara knew that she wasn't going over to Grissom's house just to clean Grissom's pet's terrariums. She knew there was more to the story than he wouldn't tell her.

"I'll make breakfast," he offered, knowing that she hadn't yet eaten, and knowing that the offer was tempting to her.

"Sounds good to me. I'll be there in about, oh, I'd say five minutes..." She said soothingly.

"I'll be ready for you," he said in a sensual way. His voice was low and smooth, and when he spoke like that, it made Sara's skin crawl.

"Bye." She listened as he bid her farewell for the time being, then she waited to hear his end of the line hang up. She was driving down the street that he lived on, although he lived about one or two miles down.

When Sara arrived, she parked across the street from where Grissom lived, viewing the scene of his town house, his few plants in his garden, and his luscious green lawn. She looked at the dark blue house, then down the street. Sara then unbuckled the seat, reached for her glove compartment in her Tahoe, and searched with her right hand for a small bottle. As she was doing so, she held her left hand over the steering wheel, which she used to hold her off of the passenger seat. She grasped hold of a small bottle, which contained her favorite perfume, which captured the essence of Lavender and Vanilla. She sprayed her wrists and neck, then put the bottle back as she dug around for her red lipstick. She applied some, then bravely got out of the car, grabbed her jacket, closed her car door, then went to his house.

She slowly approached his front door, then raised her hand to knock, when Grissom slowly opened the door. "I saw you pull up," He explained." Come on in." He said as he extended his arm into his house.

As Sara entered, she smiled at Grissom, and whispered in his ear "Thanks." Her scent wafted into the air around him, making his urge to grab her even harder to control.

As she viewed the house over, she noticed waffles and assorted fruit sitting on the counter, along with different jams and jellies for toast, already buttered sitting in a napkin covered basket, thrown together to keep the toast warm. "You did all this while I drove over?" she gasped as she in took the sweet fragrances and aromas offered in the house.

"Well, not everything. I toasted the bread, ironed the waffle batter, but otherwise..." As we said that, he was exited to see Sara almost run into his arms. He almost held his breath. Was it really that simple? She'd never come onto him before. The feeling almost felt surreal. She was finally in his arms, finally, she was happy with his attempts to satisfy her. He had tried five years to try to satisfy this hunger, this craving, but he hadn't known how to handle it. She started to release him, and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable around him, he released, even though he wanted to do that least of all things in the world. They were still holding each other's arms, looking into one another's eyes." Are you hungry?"

"You bet."

With an arm around her waist, he led her into the kitchen dining room area, then to the table. He pulled out a chair for her, then tucked it under her as she sat down. She watched him as he walked over to the counter. "Eggs, bacon, tell me what you want." he said, offering her anything she felt like having.

She then thought and in response said, "Well, I'd like eggs," She then stood up, and with her list, each item she listed walked one pace closer to the suspecting Grissom. " Bacon, toast, some fruit and berries," She was now standing right next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, then moving even closer, which seemed almost impossible, since they were already touching. Grissom put down the plates, then put all of his attention towards her. She reached towards him, as he embraced her in a kiss." And you."

They then again embraced in a passionate kiss, one to be remembered in each other's own lives, then allowed each other to breathe. He looked at her, then whispered, "That can be arranged."

"We should go and, uh, clean those bug's cages, ya know, let them loose for a while," she said suggestively. With that, Grissom left her standing there as he ran down the hall into the second door on the left. Sara pondered to herself, thinking. Could he have possibly have taken here literally? Where was he going now, of all times?

All of the sudden, Grissom's head popped out of the door way, as he smiled.

"You coming?"