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First fic, please be gentle.

How did Grissom and Sara end up in bed in the last scene of "Way to Go?" This is one of my many theories.
Sara's POV

I was getting tired of waiting for him. I mean the man is supposed to be a genius, but he is completely oblivious to everything I do. I could dance naked in front of him, singing of my love, and he'd probably try to show me an interesting blood spatter pattern, or introduce me to a new bug specimen. Well, that's what I thought.

It was after Nick was buried alive. I was still in shock, and scared. Nick almost died. All I could think was what if we never got there in time? What if we never even found him? I was settling in to listen to the scanner, when Grissom showed up at my apartment. He seemed nervous, still in shock like I was. I hadn't even gotten a chance to invite him in when he spoke first...

FLASHBACK

"Sara, I don't want to do this anymore," he stood in front of me, still in the doorway, staring at his hands.

I could only hope he was talking about what I thought he was talking about. I kept my voice low; I was afraid to scare him off, "do what Griss?"

He looked up at me for the first time since he arrived. His voice was even quieter than mine, but probably more for being afraid to speak. "You know...this," he gestured vaguely with his hand, a sweeping movement between us.

I've always loved it when I'm right. I took his arm, and pulled him into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind us. He still stood where I had pulled him to, though now he looked a little braver. He held his head a little higher, and I could see the tenseness leaving him.

I took a step closer to him. I saw him swallow, and he hesitantly started to speak.

In a stronger voice he said, "I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you, Sara. I'm tired of pretending that I don't care. When I saw what happened to Nick, all I could think was what if it was you. What if it was you and we never found you? What I never had the chance to..." his voice trailed off. Slowly, his eyes met mine. The look I saw there made me lose my balance. Everything he was trying to say was revealed there, probably something he had shown no other person. He closed the remainig space between us, and lowered his head just slightly, so our lips almost met, but not quite. He continued speaking, and I could feel his breath on my lips, "what if I never had the chance to tell you that I love you?" With that he lowered his head the rest of the way, and kissed me.

It was more gentle than I could have ever hoped, or dreamed. Just this one kiss, and I completely forgot to breath. Grissom made no move to deepen the kiss, and I was almost grateful for it, I was hardly ready for this turn of events. After what may have been a minute, an hour or a year, we both pulled away. I was gasping for breath, and maybe a little annoyed by the proud, almost smug look on his face.

"You look entirely too pleased with yourself, Grissom." I said whan I finally had enough breath to.

He quietly responded: "Gil."

I never said he didn't confuse the crap out of me, but he wasn't finished, "I want you to call me Gil." He finished. I felt myself grinning.

"I can work with that," I responded...

END FLASHBACK

We mutually decided to keep a secret. It's not that we're ashamed, it's just that, like he's said, fantasies are meant to be private.

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