A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever CSI fanfic, let alone GSR! Anyways I love them together so this will be a GSR story. I also write BoscoCruz fanfic for Third watch if you're interested. So tonight's a pretty slow night and I decided to start a new fanfic. Yay! Now onto the story!

Maybe

Chapter 1: Tiny Spaces

Sara fiddled with the door knob beside the bed, Must be a closet. She thought to herself. She banged the door hard and it opened, it was smaller than a normal closet but she went in anyways.

She glanced around quickly before settling down into serious CSI mode.

Nothing's really out of the ordinary.

She looked back out the door to reassure herself. Grissom was searching the sheets so she continued to search.

She bent down pulling the flashlight out of her case and searched the floor for any traces of blood. A breeze blew through the closet and she lifted her neck, letting the breeze cool her softly.

As she turned around the door slammed shut. She forced her heart to stop racing as she stood up. She felt for the door knob and turned it hard, it was stuck.

Her eyes grew wide with fear and she jiggled it again. When it didn't open she pounded on it.

"Grissom" She yelled, her voice rising in panic "Grissom help me!"

She heard his muffled voice from the outside "Sara?"

She began to sob "Grissom! Get me out!"

Her hands were shaking and she dropped her flashlight, she was plunged into the darkness.

"Sara! I can't open the door!"

She slid to the floor, her chest contracting "Grissom, help" she whispered, her throat dry.

Memories, horrible memories came flooding back and she nearly lost it. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her in…her sobs became louder and her throat began to close…He slammed the door pushing her to the floor… She couldn't move any more, she was paralyzed with fear.

Her throat was closed and she was wheezing, she recognized the familiar signs of a panic attack. She tried to slow her breathing to no avail.

She could hear Grissom swearing outside the door and Nick's voice soon joined his

"Sara! Stand back, it's Nicky, we're going to break the door in"

Sara pushed herself back, her chest heaving and ducked her head. The door swung open and Grissom ran to her.

Grissom winced as he saw her, her face was tear stained and she was cowering in the corner. As he drew closer he saw her chest heaving and the panic in her eyes.

"Nick, call an ambulance, now!"

He, as could Sara, recognized the signs of a panic attack early on.

"Grissom" She sobbed her voice high and frightened.

He bent down and she threw herself at him "I…he did this…" She broke off and her face became deathly pale, Grissom could no longer feel her chest moving steadily.

He pulled her into his side, her breathing was erratic and her fingers gripped the material of his jeans tightly as she tried to force air into her lungs. He rubbed her shoulders lightly trying to get her calm.

He pulled her left hand up and placed it over his chest "Sara, listen to me, Sara look at me" He said in a commanding voice.

She looked up at him and he saw the panic on her face. He would have to be calm to get her to calm down.

"Good girl," he said stroking her cheek with his other hand. "Feel my chest, feel the pattern of my breaths. Try to follow it, keep it steady."

He watched anxiously as she struggled against the weight on her chest. She kept her hand securely over his chest, drawing strength from his calm breaths.

"Good Sara, good job, just keep trying"

She nodded ever so slightly and focused on trying to get the air past the lump in her throat. Grissom let out a sigh of relief as he heard the sirens and Nick came rushing into the room.

"Grissom is she ok?"

Grissom nodded "It's just a panic attack; we need to get her calm. Sara could feel herself losing consciousness; she was beginning to get air back in her lungs when she saw the familiar uniforms of the paramedics.

She watched quietly as they gave her oxygen and the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Grissom's concerned face hovering over the paramedics shoulder. She lifted her head and watched him as finally her eyes fluttered shut.

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Grissom watched over Sara as she slept. Her beautiful body was masked by the dull hospital robe.

Her lips were slightly swollen making them full and luscious. Her chocolate hair was splayed across the pillow.

He was worried that the moment he looked away she'd become sick again. He watched her tongue traverse out and moisten her dry lips.

He was confused, she had said "he did this" earlier. Who could have done this to her, who would want to hurt Sara?

He watched her sleep and heard the slight catch in her breath as her chest rose and fell. She let out a small whimper and a tear slipped down her cheek leaving a wet trail down her neck.

He reached out and brushed it away, she must have been dreaming.

He pulled his hand away as she began to waken, after hiding his feelings for 4 years he wasn't going to let them out.

He nearly melted as her lips parted and her eyes flicked open "Griss?" She said lightly.

He nodded "Yeah?"

She smiled slightly "Hi"

He smiled back "Hi, how you feeling?"

She shrugged "Pretty crappy, sorry I scared you"

"Hey It wasn't me who was scared" Grissom said back.

Her smile fell and her face dropped "I know".

He looked at her inquisitively "You want to tell me?"

She shook her head fiercely "It was just a panic attack, I don't like small places"

"Ok" Grissom dropped the subject but as he looked at her he knew there was definitely more to the story than she let on.

TBC…