As Holly Gibbs killer is being lead away Gil turns and says something to Sara, what dose he say? This story is my take on what he said what happened after.

Chapter 1

The last time Gil Grissom was in love her name was Nicole Daley, she was a beautiful blond haired blue eyed girl who liked bugs as much as he did.

He asked her to marry him, she said yes. He gave her his grandmothers ring.

When he told his mother she made him get it back, when he complained she told him that second grade was to young to be serious about any one and if she truly loved him she would wait till at least fifth grade.

The next month the Daley family moved to the Philippines where her father got a job.

They kept in touch for a while, the last time he heard from her she said she was getting married, his heart broke.

But that was a long time ago.

He was not sure why Nicole came into his mind but any thoughts of the heart ache she caused was washed away by a beautiful browned eyed brunette.

Sara has been the love of his life for two years, he has just not found a way to tell her.

They meant in San Francisco, one look at her smile was all it took. She still lives there. His phone going off brought him back to reality.

It was the sheriff. Things were running at top speed at the Crime Lab where he worked, a rookie CSI was shot.

Heads were rolling, he knew they would, he just did not think they would roll his way.

Jim Brass was being reassigned and the sheriff told Gil he was to run the unit.

The sheriff told him to get someone to help, Gil thought of Sara.

Gil told him about Sara and said he wanted her to handle the investigation, he wanted it handled with in his department.

Gil made a phone call and she was on the next plane.

He needed her, that was all she needed to hear.

She loved him too, but she was sure there was no way someone like him would want her.

He was investigating the death of a man who at first looked like he killed himself when he heard heaven it's self.

She was here, she was close enough to touch.

And, despite the loss of one of his coworker, he was on cloud nine.

Through out the course of the investigation he could not get her out of his thoughts, he knew he should not be thinking about her at this time, but he could not help it.

She was here and he could not let her go back. He had to some how talk her into staying.

A plan formed in his head, he would go to the sheriff and ask him about keeping Sara. After all, they needed someone.

He also knew he could get what he wanted. Being the number one forensic entomologist in the state sometimes let him have his own way.

The case had wrapped up, a suspect arrested.

Part one of his plan was in place, the sheriff said Gil could hire Sara.

Now part two of it was up to him.

The team was standing outside of police headquarters as Jim escorted the suspect out and off to jail.

Gil stood next to Sara and whispered "I need to talk to you. Marco's at 6?" She looked and him and nodded.

Chapter 2

Gil had never been more nervous in his life. Offering her the job will be the easy part, she had told him she was unhappy where she was.

The hard part was going to try to find a way to tell her how he felt. Expressing his feelings was one thing he was not good about.

He arrived at the house, she had been as nervous as Gil has been.

She had been offered a job in San Diego and she was thinking about taking it but she wanted to try and find out where he stood.

"You look lovely," he said. "Thank you," she replied giving him that smile.

The drive to Marco's was relativity quiet. After they were seated and their order taken Gil ordered a wine.

They ate and talked a little, he was still trying to think of how to tell her that he loved her and did not want her to go.

When dinner was over Sara pulled in a deep breath, "You said you needed to talk?"

"Yes," he said, "Let's go outside." Sara nodded.

Gil told their server they would be finishing their wine on the porch.

Gil figured he would get the easy part over with first. He also figured if she did not want to stay in Vegas then maybe she was not interested in him and his telling her how he felt was a moot point.

"Gil," she said, "I have been offered a job in San Diego."

Gil's heart fell to the pit of his stomach, "Are you taking it?"

"I have been tossing it around in my head," she said, "You know I have been having problems in Frisco."

"So you have not made up your mind?" he questioned.

"I have been considering going, yes," she said. Then she smiled, "That is unless I get a better offer."

"Well it just so happens that that was what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. "We need a CSI here and I would like it if you would think about taking it."

"Hum," she said.

"Sara you are a great criminologist and the lab needs you," he said.

"Oh I see," she said a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Gil took her hand, "I need you."

She looked at him not sure in what capacity he meant.

He still did not know how to say what he wanted to so he decided to throw caution to the wind and do it.

He took her face gently in his hands and kissed her.

"I need you," he repeated but this time there was no doubt how he meant it.

Sara did not answer him she kissed him. The kiss left no doubt what was on her mind.

Then she said, "Let's go back to your place."

Gil was hardly able to breath as he asked, "Are you sure?"

"I have never wanted anything more," she said.

At the house he lead her to his bedroom, Gil looked at her, "Sara, are ….."

Her kiss stopped him from saying anything else. He pulled her close to him and returned her kiss, his hands found her buttons.

"I love you," he whispered.

He took her hand and lead her to the bed.

His lips found hers and he savored the taste of her tongue. His lips moved to her neck, he nuzzled it. She whispered his name, begging for more.

He went to the beauty of her womanhood, his lips and tongue made her body tremble. Waves of ecstasy cascaded over her, never had a man made her feel this way.

He moved atop her, he kisses her tenderly as he entered her. He let her set the pace, she grabbed the head of the bed and pushed her hips tighter to him, coxing him to pump faster.

He willingly gave into her demands, his movements faster, deeper and harder with each inward thrust.

His face was red, his breathing labored, his need to release himself overpowering.

Her ecstatic sexy moans matched his deep groans, he put his mouth muffled her screams as they each spilled their juices.

He rolled form atop her and nestled her in his arms, their bodies still quivering. Sleep found them.

The next morning he woke with her still wrapped in his arms.

The feel of her bare body next to his, the smell of the love they made last night still hung in the room, the dampness of the sheets all this was heaven to him.

The way she smelled the taste of her lips was intoxicating, he was drunk on her scent.

He loved being with her and he was positive he was never letting her go