Am making another attempt at writing as it can't really get any worse. Thanks to all the people who commented on my first story 'Microscope' I really appreciated it all. By the way apologies in advance if I get any words wrong, I live in UK but seen as GSR is in America with American phrases I may get a few words or spellings different (apologise definitely for apologise, taps/faucets ( think) and any lapses I make between pants and trousers.)

Anyway I own nothing (shame)

Thanks for reading (also don't be fooled by the first few lines the rest of story is differently, just read to end of second paragraph and you will understand)

Don't quite know when this is set, but I know that they are both currently working in the lab, some flirting has passed some hasn't yet, I will leave where you think it falls up to you (wheres the fun if everything is worked out for you)!

''Griss Honey?, Can you spot the remote for the TV anywhere?'' Grissom stared as an extremely pregnant Sara Sidle waddled into his living room. She came over and placed a light kiss on his cheek then asked ''Don't look like you've never seen this bump before or me in your house, your the reason I'm like this'' He still could not make sense of what she was saying and continued to just stare at her protruding belly and her casual presence in his house. After finding the remote, she lightly tapped him on the side of the head with it, before throwing it down on the sofa and leaning in for a proper kiss.

Grissom woke with a start, and sat up in bed. His confusion at the dream still lingering. He sat up slowly rubbed his temples in a soothing clockwise motion with the tips of his index and middle fingers. After this failed to soothe him to anywhere near the state where he would be able to sleep again. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table and that he had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Groaning at the thought of having nothing to distract him from his thoughts for many hours he moved off the bed, pulled a jumper on over his pajama bottoms and old t-shirt he slept in. He quietly padded into the kitchen to make himself a coffee and resigned himself to many hours wasted in thought, chasing the same old circle it had many times before. He assumed he wouldn't come up with any more satisfactory answers than before, so he made his coffee, drank it quickly and lay down on the couch staring up at the ceiling. He tried to keep his mind blank, or on other things, but it was only a matter of time before his mind drifted, inevitably, back to Sara and his recent dreams about her. In this case he managed about 6 minutes.

His mind already having run in the familiar circles for about an hour and a half. He sat up put his head in his hands and tried taking a different approach. He had already looked at the problem of what to do between him and Sara many times, but only ever from his point of view. He had looked at it as a CSI, as a supervisor, as a friend, and simply as a man. And whichever way he looked at it, he came up with the same answer. He loved Sara and wanted her, but was unable to do anything about it, whether through fear, pain or protocol he didn't yet know. But he had never looked at it from Sara's point of view. He knew that this would probably fail, as he knew and would be the first to admit it, that he was not a people person. He found it hard to interact with and understand others. He lay back down, so he could think clearer. He was shocked to find out how remarkably simple to get into the mind of Sara it was, there had always been that connection there when they were working, but now he was convinced it was more connection than just that of two criminalists. After about 45 minutes of thinking about the problem, he knew the answer, either she wasn't attracted to him at all, or she was and was scared of hurting him and of getting hurt herself. Either way, he knew the only way that he was going to find out was to make the first move himself. Having worked this out, he checked the clock and decided to have an hours nap before getting up and heading off to work, and to Sara.

He sat there, as always, early for shift. He had managed to grab an extra nap but had still been ready well before shift and so had come in early to catch up on paperwork. His plan had seemed good, until he had got into the office and remembered he had finished it ll a few nights ago, to keep his mind off Sara. Instead he sat there with his eyes closed leaning back in his chair thinking. He knew that he had resolved to take the first step between him and Sara but he still didn't know how, when, where or how she would react. These questions crowded his mind and about all he had managed to work out was that it should either be at the end of shift or out of work altogether and that it should either be his office or at one home or another. He had just resolved in his head that the first step should be talking and not action, but had not yet worked out what to say when Catherine knocked and poked her head round the door. Grissom stood up and went the door and pulled it open. The red-head leaned against the frame and looked at her supervisor expectantly, eventually Grissom broke the silence. ''What is it Catherine?''

''I just wondered if we actually doing any work tonight or whether we were all just sitting around in the break room for the whole shift?'' He looked at her questioningly,

''Assignments Gil. You still need to hand them out.''

''Oh, right. Thanks Catherine. I'll ... be there in a second, just let me grab them.''

She strolled off toward the break room and had just sat down in the last available chair as Grissom entered notes in hand. He stopped at the door and stood transfixed, gazing at Sara. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a off-purple top with no sleeves, just thick straps resting on her shoulders. Her hair had dried in loose curls and was still slightly damp. But to him even in these simple, casual work clothes, she looked perfect. Her skin was free of make-up except for a light coat of gloss on her lips. He would have been happy just to stand there and look at her forever. This he continued to do until he heard Catherine clear her throat, pulling him back to the present. He stepped into the room and everyone noticed him and faced in his direction, waiting for him to hand out the nights assignments. He looked down at the slips of paper in his hand and handed them out to people, telling everyone what they had got without looking up. ''Nick, Warrick you two have got an apparent suicide in the desert. Catherine, arson, out in Henderson, Detective Vega will meet you there. And Sara you're with me on a murder, found dead in her car on a side-road just off the strip.'' He waited as everyone except Sara filed out of the room, collecting the appropriate slip from him as they passed. It was only after this that Grissom realised that it would be just he and Sara together. She picked up the slip he had left on the table and started out of the room waiting for him to follow. He sighed and followed her out, and tried to remember that he had decided that his first action should be to talk to her and that he had decided to do it probably at one home or the other rather than in his office as had been one of his previous intentions. He tried to keep his eye's down on the floor as he followed Sara out to the SUV. He looked up just in time to catch her playful glance, followed by her grin.

''Your turn to drive today'' She called over her shoulder as she stepped outside throwing him the keys and heading towards the passenger side of the vehicle.