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Grissom shut off his car and looked up. "What am I doing here," he said outloud. His car was parked outside of Sara's townhouse. He messed so many things up lately, but at the same time, didn't know how to react. "She's never going to want to talk to me again," he told himself.
Grissom climbed out of his car, and locked it. He started walking to her door when he stopped dead in his tracks. "What am I doing She is never going to forgive me.", he thought. But he kept walking forward. When he got to the door, he reached to knock, but stopped himself. "Maybe I should have called before just showing up here like this," he said. He was in the middle of thought when he knocked gently on the door. He held his breath and listened. He couldn't hear anything. "She has to be home, her car is here,". He knocked again, a little louder this time. He listened more this time, but once again, no answer. Gil reached up to knock once more. He knocked with a lot of force this time, making sure that Sara would hear no matter what. He waited. No answer. Gil sighed, "Im too late," he thought over and over.
He was getting ready to leave when he heard something. Someone was unlocking the door from the inside. The front door started opening, and Sara's slumped figure imerged in the dark. Her face was red, and showed obvious signs of crying. Sara was taken aback when she saw those big blue eyes.
"Grissom, what are you doing here?", she hissed.
Sara was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. Gil couldn't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful.
"I..um... well I couldn't sleep." he managed to say.
Sara leaned against the doorframe waiting for more of an answer.
"Do you think, um,..maybe I could come in?" Gil asked her.
Sara was surprised, but showed no emotion. She was angry with him. He was tearing her apart. He would lead her on, think that she meant a lot to him, and then shatter it into pieces.
She stepped aside, and Grissom walked past her. She shut the door behind him, and turned to face him.
"What are you doing here Grissom. What do you want from me this time? Is it a case, I dont mind going back into work."
She waited for an answer, but she didn't get one in return.
"Let's sit down, " He suggested. He took his coat off and neatly set it on the chair. He glanced around the room. "Do you want anything to drink? Coffee?" she asked him. "Coffee sounds good," he replied, while sitting down on the nearby couch.
He waited patiently while Sara went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Sara came back into the room a few minutes later with two mugs in hand. She handed him a cup of coffee, and joined him on the couch. She sat as far as away from him as possible. Grissom could feel the awkwardness in the room, while he stared down at his coffee.
"So, are you going to tell me why you just show up at my house like this?" she said, not even looking at him. Gil sighed, how was he going to say this. He knew he had horrible social skills.
"Im sorry Sara," was what he managed to say.
"Sorry for what, Grissom," she replied. She could feel the warmth coming from him, even though he was sitting so far away. She was still angry with him.
"You know I'm not very good at... this, " he said back to her. He was looking at her now, but she kept her gaze on the floor.
"Just say it, I can take it. All I've been getting lately from you is a beating, so it cant be much worse." She set her coffee mug down.
Gil was taken aback from what she said. Was he really truly this horrible? Sara could feel tears forming in her eyes, but she kept telling herself that she would NOT break down in front of Grissom. As Grissom looked over at her, he saw her shaking softly. A single tear rolled down her cheek. He wanted to comfort her so much, but something inside of him held him back from reaching over to her.
"Sara, honey are you ok?" he almost whispered.
She quickly wiped her cheeks, and replied, "I'm fine Grissom, maybe you should leave."
Gil didn't want to leave, and Sara didn't make an effort to get him out. She continued sitting there, sobbing quietly. Grissom couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just sit there and watch her in pain. He gently moved closer to her on the couch, and reached for her hand. He felt her tense up at his touch, but she didn't pull back. Her free hand was covering her face.
"Sara, do you want to talk about it," he whispered.
When he didn't get a reply, he took that as a no. He gently tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. Sara was hesitant at first, but followed his moves. SHe kept her free hand on her face, covering her tears. Grissom pulled her gently closer to him. He wrapped his arms protectively around her body. She was shaking madly in his embrace. Her hands were still on her face.
"shh, shh, its ok honey, shh,"
He felt her take her hands away from her face, and wrapped them around his waist. He pulled her closer to him, and held her tighter.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever. They didn't need to talk, they were both giving each other the need that they both needed at that moment.