A/N: Really short. Virtually no plot whatsoever. Just a little drabble of fun between out favorite CSI lovers.

Disclaimer: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Someday though, someday.

-Strapped Down-

"Strapped down tight enough?" Grissom asked with an alluring grin.

"Do you like having me strapped down Griss?" Sara asked with an equally alluring smile of her own.

"We'll talk about that later." He said with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Well then." She teased, tightening the seat belt to the roller coaster car. It had only been a few weeks that they'd been dating, but they'd already begun to get into a comfortable banter around each other.

"Are you ready?" He asked with that excited gleam in his eyes. She had to admit, she was a little jealous that she wasn't the only thing that could cause that twinkle in his baby blues.

"Well, that depends, can I hold you if I get scared?" She teased him, running her hand up the inside of this thigh and inching dangerously close to where she could get him to jump.

"Uhh, no. But you can hold my hand." He said, taking her hand away from him and holding tightly with his own. The little pout on his face made him laugh and he tried to kiss it away. "But I promise, later, after we have that little conversation about you being tied down, you can hold me all you want."

"Hmm…sounds tempting." She agreed, but before anything else could be said, the coaster started and Sara found herself screaming and clenching Grissom's hand in a death grip. Grissom, however, despite the pain to his hand, was laughing and feeling the adrenaline rush. Hearing Sara's terrified screams just made him laugh more.

After one minute and thirty seconds of being flipped upside down and spun around in circles, the ride ended and Grissom made to get out of the small car, but had to laugh again when Sara made no effort to move.

"Sara, honey, you've got to get out now; unless you want to go again." He told her, trying to pry her from the car. When she finally stepped out, her hands trembling and her face paler than he'd ever seen, he started backing up, a little afraid of the fire he saw in her eyes.

"Gilbert Grissom! You told me that was a baby one!!!!" She yelled furiously, swatting at his chest as he backed up as far as he could. She had been expecting a few dips and some turns at a tolerable speed. That, however, had been anything but.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't go with me if I told you what it was really like." He said innocently.

"Grissom!"

"What? Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please just don't hurt me!" He cried like Greg would.

"You owe me a cotton candy! To start!"

"Yes ma'am."

"And you'll be lucky if I don't tie you down." She added as she walked off the platform leaving Grissom with a stunned expression and frozen to his spot. "Are you coming?" She called over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah."

-The End-