Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or anything relating to them, I'm just borrowing them to satisfy my crazy imagination. As this is a piece of fiction, the content is not 100% accurate to real life...I'm exaggerating certain aspects for the interest of the story...call it creative license. Any references to real life events; anything I may have read, seen or heard are completely unintentional and coincidental. I gain nothing from this, so please don't sue me or threaten to kill me. Any and all mistakes are mine. Also, any names, places or references are purely fictional!

A/N: Hello all! This is my second attempt at a story here. I enjoyed the process of writing...and people from all over the world reading and commenting that I had to give it another shot. I'm still getting the hang of writing fiction, so bare with me as I continue to experiment and learn. I've had this strange idea of a story floating around in my head for quite some time, but I wanted to come up with a complete outline first before I began to actually write. I'll try to post a chapter at least once a week. I'm always open to suggestions and advice. This story is pretty much a GSR piece. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

As I look around the room I sigh a contented sigh.

It's crazy how life works. In my wildest dreams I never would have thought my life would turn out like this.

All of those nights I cried myself to sleep as a child wondering what I had done wrong to deserve this...hiding in my closet for fear of angering my father and having to feel his wrath...all those years of pouring my mind into my studies to distract myself from my fear and anger...never did I think I would ever be this content...this...happy.

"Sara, you can come down now, I'm ready!" I hear Grissom's voice bellow from downstairs.

"Coming Gil!" I call back with a huge goofy smile.

I quickly shake my head and try to wipe the grin off my face. I never thought I was capable of looking like such a goof either. I subconsciously look around to make sure no one else saw me smiling like a love sick teenager, before trotting off.

"Mmmm smells good hun. What have you managed here?" I ask hopping down the stairs as I find the love of my life looking up at me.

At least I'm not the only one grinning ear to ear.

"I made veggie lasagna for you and a meat one for me. I hope you like it, I put as many veggies in it as I could and..." Grissom says before I cut him off with a kiss.

I've never had anyone cook for me or wade on me hand and foot the way Gil does. The fact that he made a veggie one for me too...I love him so much!

"Of course I'll like it, your an excellent cook Gil! My man of many talents. I wish I could cook half as good as you." I say smiling as he begins to blush slightly at my compliment.

"You can cook Sara, don't put yourself down! I have some wine for us too if you'd like." Gil says as he leads me into the living room where he has our table set up with candles and the works.

I love this man! I am so Blessed to have him in my life. Maybe this is my reward for growing up in a house of pain...it doesn't matter anymore...life is finally good. He gives me the strength and confidence to tackle the world. As long as I have him, I'll never be lost again. I love Gil Grissom!


I hate Gil Grissom!

"Gil, sometimes I really don't understand you!" I scream as I storm away from the table.

The meal was fabulous...the effort he put into it was heartwarming...and then he just had to ruin it!

"Sara, hold on! That came out wrong...I didn't mean..." Grissom starts while chasing behind me before I swing around and cut him off both verbally and physically.

"Oh no Gil, I got the message loud and clear! What...am I just too beneath you? Are you not sure what to do about this again? Why did you even bother right?!" I yell as tears begin to blur my eyes.

"Sara...I'm...I just...look, I was just concerned about the whole supervisor/subordinate issue...it's just the lab...look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I'd love to have you here with me all the time." Grissom uncharacteristically stutters.

"You're ashamed of me and don't want our friends...our co-workers to know...I get it. Don't worry, I didn't book a moving van or anything...you can have your townhouse all to yourself, I'll go back to my apartment." I say turning my back to him and grabbing my purse.

"Sara, come on...you're acting like a child...you're not even letting me explain...I..." He stops when he sees the hurt flash across my face.

"No, no, you're not a child...you're just being unreasonable...I mean...Sara, wait." Grissom says approaching me with his hands up in surrender.

"Good night Gil!" I say before I storm out and slam the door behind me effectively ending the conversation as well as our perfect, ruined night.


The door slams and I hear Sara's car start before tearing out of the complex.

I can't help but cringe as the pictures on my wall tremble slightly from the force of the door slamming; before I'm left alone in an eerie silence.

Walking over to the table, I blow out the candles of what once was my perfect, romantic dinner. A sigh escapes me and I close my eyes in reflection.

Well, that didn't go as planned...good job Gil...great timing...