(AN: Spoilers for 'Pirates Of The Third Reich', and 'Way To Go'. This is my take on what happened after Grissom arrived home the next morning. I do not own CSI.)
Shift had ended several hours ago, but workaholic Sara had only just arrived home. As she juggled her grocery bags, her purse, and the key, she could hear the phone ringing on the other side of the door. His answering machine clicked on as she managed to walk through the door. Sara never answered Grissom's phone, but she did listen to the message, just incase it was him; however she was not prepared for the voice that came over the phone line.
"Gil, I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me, and my daughter. I would like to stop by your home later today and repay you for my bail. I apologize again, I had no one to call to bring the funds to the police station, or rather I did not with to involve anyone else in this. To show you my thanks I would also like to take you out for dinner tonight. Good-bye."
Sara just froze at the sound of her voice. She felt bad for Lady Heather, she was after all about to stand trial for the attempted murder of her daughter's killer and as a result, she did spend a day in lock up before her bail hearing. That is where the pity ended. Sara knew that Grissom and this woman had some sort of bond. Grissom never talked to Sara about her, but that just made her feel more uneasy. Throughout the whole case he was distant. She wanted to be the 'big' person here, but it was hard for her to feel secure in the situation. She was probably making too much out of this. Then again, Grissom never told her he had paid the bail, why not? And surely he would not break their plans for the night to go out with this woman, would he? She was interrupted from her thoughts when he opened the door. She immediately started to pick up the groceries she had inadvertently dropped.
Grissom walked in and saw her on the floor. He squatted down and kissed her before saying, "I kind of like coming home and finding you here."
"You do?" She was feeling a little better now. "Help me with breakfast?"
"I'm right be hind you."
Before he made it all of the way into the kitchen she said, "You have a message on the machine, hun." She never turned around before entering the kitchen.
Grissom looked down at the machine and hit the play button. When he heard the voice, he almost froze. Had Sara heard this? He hadn't told her about the bail yet. He wasn't really keeping it from her, but he had also not made any effort to tell her yet. He knew that Heather was not Sara's favorite person. Then what kind of person would he be if he just walked away from someone who needed his help? Wait, did she just say dinner? Grissom had already planned on taking Sara to see a movie tonight, a rare chance outing, and he doubted Sara would want to spend her night off with Lady Heather. He chuckled to himself at the thought of such a meal. They really are a lot alike, both strong intelligent women. Well, time to face the music. He walked into the kitchen to help with breakfast.
Sara was mixing pancake batter. He walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck. She began to smile at the contact, "Did you get your message?" She tried to keep her tone light; she was not going to be the girlfriend who freaked out every time he even spoke to another woman.
"Yes, thank you."
"Uh-huh," she smiled as she poured the batter onto the hot griddle.
"Look, I was going to tell you about the bail. I just haven't seen a lot of you the last couple days."
"Uh-huh," she responded, biting her tongue to keep from adding the fact that it was his fault they had not spent much time alone the last couple days. He had been so preoccupied with the case. She shouldn't hold that against him though, she has been just as guilty of it in the past. She continued to cook the pancakes.
"I plan on turning down the dinner invitation. I was hoping that we could still catch a movie." He moved closer to her, and started to rub her neck and shoulders.
She moaned quietly, his hands felt so good. "Uh-huh," was all she said. Then she turned and handed him the plate of pancakes, and she grabbed the juice and syrup. They both walked to the table, and sat down to eat.
"This is really good."
"You sound surprised." She played with him.
"No, but it is still good."
"Thank you." He thought the smile she gave him was priceless.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. Sara started to go towards the bedroom (her usual hiding place to avoid being caught together), when he stopped her. "Stay."
"Stay." She smiled at him and took a deep breath, unsure of what was about to happen.
Grissom answered the door, guessing he knew who was on the other side. He greeted Lady Heather with a simple "Hello".
"Hello was her response. Here is the bail. Thank you for helping me." She handed him a check as she walked past him to enter the room, stopping when she saw Sara sitting at the table. "So, I see you already have company." She walked back over to Grissom, "Can I count on you for dinner?"
"Actually, I already have plans," he smiled at Sara.
"I see, well I will see you later then," she placed her hand lightly on his chest for emphasis, and then walked out the door.
"That wasn't at all awkward." The sarcastic words were out of her mouth before she knew it.
Grissom just looked at her. "Sara, is there something wrong?"
She just sat there having an internal debate. They were finally together; did she really want to rock the boat? He had a history of pushing her away when conflict arose. Maybe she was making too much of this, but shouldn't he know?
"Sara?" Concern evident in his voice, "What is going on?"
"Okay… You don't talk about her, not that I mind that, but you also avoid the subject of Lady Heather. Then this case comes up, and you totally avoid any conversation with me, person or professional…Then I find out you paid her bail, which I do understand why, but why didn't you trust me with that information? What happened between the two of you anyway?"
"You are right. I should have told you I was helping her out, I was just afraid that you would tell me not to help her."
"I wouldn't tell you that."
"In hind sight, I know that." He continued, "Heather and I became close awhile ago while I was working a case, then in the middle of it all I accused her of murder and she ended it."
Sara sat absorbing this information, "We're you sorry it ended?"
"At the time, yes, but then I knew she wasn't what I wanted." He looked at Sara. "I'm sorry I wasn't upfront about this before now, but I wasn't sure how to approach the subject. At first it was too early to know how serious this was going to get, and then I fell in love with you and I didn't want to risk us because of the past."
"But how would you feel if-…..Did you just say that you love me?"
"I think I did."
He took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes, "I love you Sara Sidle."
Sara smiled and said, "I love you too, Gil."
Grissom kissed her passionately. Sara realized that he really did lover her and her insecurities about Lady Heather lessened. She just hoped it was a long time before their paths crossed again.