Disclaimer: The only character that belongs to me in this case in Fred Jarvis, apart from that...I own nothing.

Chapter One: Your mistakes have consequences.

I gave that woman everything. I loved her, I cherished her, and what does she go and do? She brakes up with me, the little slut...she broke off our relationship to go hump that weird scientist at her work. What does he have that I haven't? Grey hair and a few wrinkles, she must like her guys old. That bitch is going to pay, whatever the cost.... she WILL pay!

A slight breeze coming from an opened window woke Sara Sidle up. She stirred and shivered lightly. Knowing that she wouldn't get back to sleep she sat up, rubbed her eyes like a little child to wake herself up. She blinked slowly, looking around the room for her robe. She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. Standing up she walked to where her robe had been discarded and put it on. The breeze was getting colder; she tugged the cloth closer to her skin.

Sara looked over towards their bed. There he was sound asleep on his back. She would never get bored at the sight of Gil Grissom sleeping soundly. She smiled as she watched his bare chest rise and fall, his soft breathing. It had been over a month now that they had been together. In all honesty, she didn't think she'd see the day that she would be in the arms of Grissom. It was out of the blue, she had been dating Fred at the time, a well known chef around Vegas. She enjoyed Fred's company but he could be a bit boring at times, he wasn't like Grissom, he didn't have any special hobbies or interests. He was bland, a bit like his food.

The dinner invitation was unexpected, but Sara had agreed, knowing that she would be blowing Fred off. He would be so angry knowing that she was going out to dinner with another man. The man that she had craved for 15 years, the man that she dreamed of every night as she drifted off to sleep. The man that worked beside her, she would do anything for Grissom. They had had their bad patch but those days were over. They had become friends like the old days, joking and fooling around, flirting with each other at crime scenes.

The dinner had been a great success, they had had a great meal and had enjoyed chatting and laughing away at each other. As the night neared, an end Grissom had asked Sara if she would like to go to his house, for a few drinks and a little chat. Sara had said yes, 15 minutes after entering Grissom's town house, they lay sprawled across Grissom's couch kissing and groping each other like teenagers. Sara had stopped and explained her situation with Grissom, he understood perfectly. She knew he was hurt and angry, but it would pass, it wasn't as if her and Fred's relationship was going anywhere...it was only a bit of fun. They had spent the night with each other making love into the early hours of the morning.

She smiled at the re collection of their first night together. It had been wonderful she loved every moment. Grissom's whispers of affection made her cry with joy.

In the morning before she left, they had talked a little about Sara's problem. Fred. She needed to break it off with him, very lightly. She knew he had a temper on him; it wouldn't do for Fred to go round to Grissom's house and pick a fight with him.

They had kissed each other goodbye; Grissom awaited Sara's call to tell him that she was fine and that Fred had understood and left.

Sara looked at Grissom before she left their bedroom; he was shivering as she was a few moments ago. She walked towards the bedroom window that was open and closed it quietly as to not disturb Grissom. He needed his sleep after work, right now, he had a hard and difficult case, and it was getting to him.

She kissed him on the lips softly and left the room.

She sat down on Grissom's couch and continued her re collections of the past.

When she had got back to her apartment that morning Fred was there, sitting on a stool in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. His face was like stone. She could see from the door that he was mad. Sara laid her bag on the couch and had walked past Fred, into her bedroom. She needed a shower and a change of clothes; she wanted to be clean and ready before she told Fred that it wasn't working.

He had just sat there as she walked past, slowly sipping his coffee a look of murder in his eyes.

After her shower and getting dressed, she made her way through to the kitchen to talk to Fred. He was still sitting on the stool.

"Hi..."

"Where the hell have you been?" He had already begun to shout.

"I was out, I thought I'd told you I was going out last night."

"All NIGHT?"

"I was tired, so I decided to stay at a friends."

"What friend?"

Sara bit her lip; she couldn't tell him she had spent the night with Grissom.

"You wouldn't know her..."

"Oh really? Well tell me her name and I'll tell you if I know her."

"Um.... Morgan."

"Morgan?? You've never mentioned a bloody Morgan before, you're lying. You were with a guy!"

"So what if I was huh? It's not as if this is going anywhere, your hardly ever here and when you are I'm normally working. It was never going to work!"

"Who is he?"

"What?"

"You heard you little slut! Who the fuck is he?"

Sara looked at him, her lip quivered.

"Just a guy.."

That was it, she knew before Fred even moved that she had angered him. It was so quick, she had wanted to try to dodge his big hand, but she wasn't quick enough.

The sound of the slap resounded all through her apartment, she rubbed her cheek, the stinging sensation never ceasing. She couldn't look at Fred right now, he was mad and if she opened her mouth, again she knew he would hit her harder.

An hour later Grissom had woken up, he reached across to where Sara slept and felt nothing but the cool sheets. He opened his eyes and searched the room for her. She wasn't there, as he walked into the living room he noticed a sleeping Sara on the couch, she was fidgeting and moaning as if she were having a bad dream. Softly as not to startle her he walked towards the sofa and brushed her hair back from her face.

He bent down and kissed her lips; she woke up with a start gasping for air.

Grissom stared at Sara with concern. For the past few weeks, she had been having nightmares, when she woke up she would never tell him what they were about, but he could see that they were bothering her. Every time she woke up in a sweating heap, he would cradle her in his arms until she fell asleep once again. This was a nightly occurrence for them both.

"Honey, are you OK?"

Sara nodded slowly; she tried to regain some composure.

"I'll be fine in a minute..."

Grissom sat down next to Sara; he put his arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing rapidly. It was at these times that she new she had did the right thing back with the Fred fiasco.

"Gil...I'd tell you if it was something important, but it's only nightmares...nothing to worry about."

"It is when you wake up every night in a cold sweat. What am I meant to think Sara?"

"I don't know...I really..........we should get ready for work."

"Changing the subject as always."

"Your trying to tell me that your not looking forward to work tonight Dr Grissom?"

"Not when I could be spending the night with a beautiful brunette by the name of Sara Sidle."

Sara smiled at Grissom.

"You really know how to charm a girl Griss."

Look at them both, holding hands. He's old enough to be her father. What does she see in him? Sure, he has a fancy job but I've worked hard to get where I am. What's he interested in? Bugs...ha not exactly something everybody likes.

She never smiled at me like that, it was always a fobbed off smile. I loved her and look how she repays me...she goes off and starts dating HIM! She made the biggest mistake of her life dumping me...the biggest mistake of her life........

TBC