A/N: So, this idea came to me when I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd try and write it. It might be good or it will more than likely suck, either way thanks for reading it. P.S- It's Sandle, just not in the beginning!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :/

All We Are

Sara was laying in bed, her head laying across his chest listening to his heart beat steadily. She felt his hand rub her arm, moving in small soothing circles.

The funeral had been hard on them both. Grissom had left as soon as the service ended, not wanting to talk to anyone. They had went home not saying a word during the drive.

They had went straight to bed, holding on tightly to eachother. Neither of them were able to sleep, their emotions still running wild.

Guilt washed over her as she continued to lay there, allowing him to comfort her. Sitting up she looked at him, trying her best to keep her composure.

"Gil," she whispered. Her stomach was in knots, her mind searching for the words she needed. He had no idea she was leaving him again, this time for good.

"Yes dear?" His voice sounded distant, like he was in another world. His eyes gazed somewhere ahead of him, not bothering to look at her. Not knowing how to approach the subject she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm not sure if I can do this anymore." She blurted out. This time he looked at her, his blue eyes clouded with confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked. A lump building in his throat as he guessed what was going through her mind. She looked at him, her eyes giving him the answer he was dreading.

"I don't think this is working, you and me." She said, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

"I know." He said, his voice barely a whisper. He saw the surprise in her eyes as he said it.

"I knew this wasn't working, I just didn't want to believe it." He told her. He felt his chest tighten, seeing the tears roll down her cheeks. Her body was shaking, her face buried in the pillow. He knew she was crying.

He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her slim frame. Her sobs became louder as she pressed herself closer to him.

"Shh, it'll be ok." He soothed, running his fingers through her curls. He layed there, holding her until her breathing became even and shallow letting him know she was asleep.

He wished they could stay like this forever, not having to worry about anything else. But he knew that wasn't and option, so after pressing a kiss to her forehead, he allowed himself to fall asleep.

Grissom woke up and glanced at his clock, surprised to see it was almost noon. He reached out beside him, his heart sinking when he didn't feel Saras body next to his.

Quickly he got up and grabbed a pair of pants and a button up from his closet, putting them on as he walked to his kitchen

He was surprised to see her sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked up when she heard him, offering a small smile.

"Good morning." She said, sliding a second cup towards him. She took a long sip of the dark liquid as he sat down beside her.

He accepted it and took a small sip, fidgeting in his seat as she looked at him. He felt like her gaze was burning holes in him. Finally he broke the silence between them.

"We should talk about last night." He told her. She didn't look at him, instead she stared into her cup wishing she hadn't heard him.

"I guess we should." She finally said. She drained the rest of the coffee, before getting up and filling it again.

"I can't stay here, you know that." She told him, as she took a sip of the fresh coffee. He nodded and joined her at the counter, leaning against it casually.

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked. She just shrugged her shoulders, as she took some bread and popped it into the toaster.

"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking of going back to San Fransisco for a little while. That's where I was before." She said, as the bread popped out of the toaster. She spread some butter on one before handing it to Grissom. He took it and smiled at her, taking a bite and chewing it thoughtfully.

"That sounds nice." He said. He finished the toast and decided it was time to take Hank for a walk. He whistled for the dog and laughed as he ran towards him, bouncing excitedly.

"Let's go boy." He said grabbing the leash of the table. He turned to Sara who was watching with a smile on her face.

"We'll be back soon." He told her. He surpressed the urge to kiss her and instead turned and walked out the door.

Sara sighed as she watched him go. She went into the bedroom to collect her things, clearing his closet of the clothes she had brought with her.

She layed them on the bed folding each peice neatly and tucking it into her bag. She went into the bathroom next, turning on the shower and stripping off her clothes.

She stepped under the warm spray, letting it relax her tired body. She grabbed her bottle of shampoo and poured a generous amount in her hand.

She worked it into a lather letting the sweet smell of strawberries drift around her. She finished the shower and switched the water off, grabbing a towel as she stepped out.

She heard the front door open, signaling Grissoms return. She quickly dressed and stepped out of the bathroom her damp hair already beginning to curl.

She walked into the living room, accepting a slobbery kiss from Hank, who was jumping around her, eager for attention.

"Have a nice walk?" She asked. He gave her a look, letting her know Hank had misbehaved in some way.

"We were having a nice walk, until Hank saw a squirrel." He told her. She stiffled a laugh and looked at Hank who was sitting on the floor gnawing on a toy innocently.

"How far did he drag you this time?" She asked with a smile. Hank loved squirrels and she knew Grissom did his best to avoid them when they went out.

"Oh, about three blocks." He grumbled. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. He opened it and took a long sip, wiping his mouth before looking at her.

"Have you booked any flights yet?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't leave him so soon. He breathed a sigh of relief when she shook her head

"No, I figured I'd wait until tomorrow." She said. She looked at him uncomfortably and decided to share what was on her mind.

"Uh, Grissom I'm not sure it's a good idea that I stay here tonight." She said. He looked at her and thought for a minute.

"Are you sure? I mean I can sleep on the couch if you need me to." He was trying his best to keep her for one more night. To his dissapointment she shook her head.

"I really need to clear my head. I think it's better if I stay in a hotel." She told him.

Seeing his disappointment she added, "I'll call you when I get a flight and you can give me a ride."

He smiled and was about to agree when his cell phone rang, intterupting the conversation.

"It's the lab, I better take this." He told her. She waved him off and went to grab her things from the bedroom.

She felt a pang of sadness as she looked around the room that used to be their bedroom. A lump was building in her throat as she looked at the photo of them sitting on the night stand. Their faces tan and smiling, they looked so happy then.

She took one last look around the room and smiled to herself before making her way into the living room.

Grissom was collecting his keys and kit, ready to head to the lab. He heard her footsteps and saw her with her bag slung over her shoulder.

"You're going already?" He asked her sadly. She nodded and he sighed hoping he had a little more time with her.

"Let me at least give you a ride, I'm about to head to the lab." She agreed and turned to Hank, feeling a new wave of sadness wash over her.

"Hank, come here." She called. The big dog bounded toward her covering her in wet kisses. She put her bag down and rubbed his ears, kissing his head as she said goodbye.

"You be good now ok?" She told him. Grissom scoffed at her request and she couldn't help but laugh at him. She turned to Grissom and gestured toward the door.

"You ready?" She asked him. Seeing him nod she picked up her bag and followed him out the door.

The ride to the hotel was silent, neither of them knowing what to say. Grissom pulled into the hotel parking lot, killing the engine and looking at Sara.

"So I'll see you before you go? He asked. She looked at him surprised.

"Of course, I told you that earlier didn't I?" She said. He nodded and watched as she gathered her bag and got out of the car. He started the engine again and waved before pulling away in the direction of the lab.

Sara walked into the hotel and approached the counter, greeted by a nicely dressed young man.

"Can I help you?" He asked her. She nodded and asked him for a room, saying a quick thank you as he handed her the key. She made her way up to the second floor, quickly finding her room.

She entered the room and layed her bag down, making her way to the balcony. She stepped out and admired the view of the city she had. The sun was just starting to set, making the sky a mirage of orange and pink.

Stepping back inside she pulled out her laptop and started it up, before searching for a flight to San Fransisco.

She looked through about a dozen before settling on one that left at one tomorrow. Booking it she closed the laptop and leaned back against the pillows.

She closed her eyes and listened to the traffic passing below. She knew she was making the right desicion, she just wished it wasn't so hard. Her mind continued to race until she finally succumbed to sleep.

She hadn't slept well, thoughts of Grissom interrupting her dreams. She slowly opened her eyes seeing the sun pour through her window. Sitting up she stretched and ran a hand through her ruffled hair.

Swinging her legs over the bed she walked into the bathroom, turning on the cold water and splashing it on her face. She got her hair brush from her bag and raked it through her hair.

Pulling her hair into a ponytail she retrieved her clothes and quickly slipped them on. When she finished buttoning her shirt she picked up her phone and typed a quick text and sent it to Grissom, Flight leaves at 1, can you pick me up at 11?

She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste heading back into the bathroom. When she finished she put them back and checked her phone, seeing she had a message from Grissom.

Sounds good. See you then. She texted him her reply and began gathering her things and packing them away.

At 10:45 she was packed and ready to check out. She made her way to the lobby, handing her key to the young man from yesterday. She smiled and waved goodbye, heading outside to wait for Grissom.

Pulling into the lot at 11 he gave her a smile and waited for her to put her bag in his back seat. She climbed in beside him and clipped her seatbelt as he headed towards the airport.

The ride was short and quiet, the radio being the only noise they heard. Grissom flicked on his blinker and turned into the drop off lane. He turned his body towards her, sadness reflecting in both their eyes.

"Well I guess I better go." She said. She opened the door and jumped out, retrieving her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

She looked at him and saw the sad smile on his face. Waving as she turned towards the glass doors he heard he say in a soft voice, "Goodbye Grissom."

That was the last time he saw her, walking towards the door and out of his life for good. Wiping a stray tear from his eye he pulled out of the lot and drove towards the lab, hoping to drown himself in work.