My GSR Story

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

A/N: This story as it all, lust, hate, passion, anger, sadness, and even love. This story is a big GSR story! No Character death no matter how the story twists trust me, I hate character deaths

The first call of the graveyard shift had just come in, a possible 419 in a rundown motel just off of Henderson. Grissom got the call and walked into the break room where everyone had been sitting for the exception of Sara. Grissom looked at everyone and gave them there assignments. Catherine and Warrick were the first to leave for Henderson. Nick and Greg soon followed, after getting some coffee for the road. Grissom decided that he should leave, although he wanted to wait for Sara. He got in his car and drove off in the direction of Henderson.

When Grissom got there he entered the motel room and Greg followed after him. Greg always tags along with Grissom. After an hour had past Sara still didn't show up for work. He tried to call her but she wasn't home and she didn't pick up her cell. He started to worry, although he knew that she was probably just preoccupied. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She usually calls if she's late.

"Grissom there are some fingerprints here on the desk." Greg stated, he then added "as well as a mystery substance." He looked at Grissom. Grissom had been staring out the window for some time now. "Grissom." He said louder.

Grissom looked over his shoulder. "Sorry I wasn't listening."

"Are you ok?"

"Ya, I'm fine" Grissom looked at his watch. Thirty minutes has passed since he last tried to contact Sara. He looked at Greg. "What did you find?"

"Finger prints with some black smudges" he was a little annoyed at having to spell it out for Grissom. "Hey I wander where Sara is. It's not like her to just not come in to work. It's odd. I hope she's ok."

Grissom looked at him with a face that showed he was trying to hide his emotion at not knowing where Sara was. "Collect the smudges and get them to trace, and then lift the prints." He said trying to forget about Sara.

"Sorry I'm late Gil. I was… sleeping" Sara rushed in the house in a hurry.

Greg left the room and Grissom and Sara were left alone. "I need you to go collect samples from the bed." He said a little relieved yet frustrated.

"I really am sorry I was late" she walked over to the bed.

"Next time call if you're running late." Grissom said in a worried voice.

"Ok" she replied. She turned her head and with a smartass look on her face "you weren't nervous were you?"

He quickly looked away and with a nervous voice he exclaimed "No. Why would you think that?" Although he wanted to stand up and shout 'only a whole lot. You could have given me a heart attack!'

"Oh no reason." She then collected samples from the bedding. "This must have been some party. There are at least ten different samples here."

"I guess the party was to die for." He said with a smirk look on his face.

They had been collecting evidence for about five hours until they decided to go back to lab to analyze it. When they got back to the lab Grissom couldn't help but keep staring at Sara. When ever she left the room he would always follow her with some lame excuse. He didn't want her out of his site. They tried putting the prints they lifted through codas but there were no hits yet. They put a plastic bag under the fume hood and didn't get even a partial. They realized that the killer probably wore gloves. Sara and Grissom went back to the crime scene.

They were working side by side with each other for only five minutes and he had this urge to just touch her. So he put his had up and caressed her cheek. She looked at him very awkwardly. He pulled his hand back and walked to the other side of the room. She went after him. She smiled. He opened his mouth and the words wouldn't come out. He tried to say 'I love. I want to touch you and hold you' but all that came out was "sorry"

"What was that for" she uttered.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I did that."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I didn't mean to-"

And before he could finish the sentence Sara had held his hands and their eyes meet. She leaned in and just as their lips barley touched he pulled away. He walked rather fast out the door. She quickly followed after him. "I'm sorry" she told him

"What should you be sorry for?" He took a big breath. He looked rather disappointed. "I started it"

"Why did you walk away then?"

"I…I…I-"

She cut him off "is it because you don't love me…"

"Well"

"Or is it that you don't want to love me?" he looked up. "Its okay" she walked back inside.

"Sara." He followed her into the house. "I can't…I don't really know how to deal with these emotions." He sighed "I can't help wanting to be with you. When ever I'm with you I want you but when I realize I can't have you…" she looked up being intrigued with what he was saying. "I hurt"

"The only way to take the pain away from your heart is to follow it." she expressed.

"If we did date what would happen? We would lose our jobs, over what, some fling?"

"I don't think this is just some fling."

"I've never had a lasting relationship; I usually date a girl that can give me what I need at that moment. I've never thought of a long lasting relationship before."

"Is that all you want us to be? A fling?"

"No, but I mean, look at us we are so different."

"What do you mean? We have the same job and we both enjoy working there."

"I know. Look at us though. Do you really want a man that is sixteen years older than you? I have grey hair and you have long flowing brown hair."

"I don't care about age. Do you? Is that the only reason you don't want to date me?" she pronounced a little mad, and yet a little sad.

"No. When was the last time you actually had fun with an old man?"

"You don't exactly have a foot in the grave yet Gil."

"Sixteen years is a long time Sara. I just-"

And at that moment she kissed him on the cheek. He gazed at her. He opened his mouth and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. The first touch of her lips was electric. His mouth moved over hers softly. She couldn't believe he had kissed her. She moved a little at her excitement. The slight movement stopped the kiss. She opened her eyes and at that moment she could see the heat in his. She closed her eyes again and felt his arms around her waist. They leaned in for another kiss but at that moment heard a car pull up. Grissom let go of her at once.

"Hey guys. Did I interrupt you?" Brass voiced

'Interrupted? What do you think? I was kissing Gil. You had the worst timing possible.' She thought to herself. "No" she finally told him.

"We were just talking over the case." Gil added.

"I'll make this quick then" brass declared "we have a new lead on the case. We are about to go get a warrant."

"On what?" Sara asked.

"The victim's boyfriend has a plane ticket to New York, tonight."

"Ok we will meet you at the police station in ten minutes" Grissom proclaimed. Brass then left. "We should go Sara. We have work to do."

"When are we going to finish this?"

"How about tonight. At dinner."

"It's a date." They smiled at each other as they got in the car.

"Why were you really, late today Sara?"

Sara looked at him. "I went out last night and had a couple drinks so well…"

"You had a hang over?"

"Ya"

"Are you ok?"

"Ya. It wasn't that bad."