Title: Holding on for Dear Life

Rating: Meh.

Spoilers: Although I am spoiled, it is hard time to time to actually remember the spoilers. So if I do continue this fic it is going to be a nice 'stand alone' fic with little or no reference to future episodes.

Summary: Post Unbearable fic. There will be many of these, but I thought I would do my part. I think Sara is a beautifully flawed character and I'd just like this opportunity to play on that. GSR angst, cause that is always fun.

A/N: No Beta, it's kind of late and I'm missing Conan for this. All mistakes are mine. Did I mention that I hate Hophia? Ok just so everyone knows.

"So where did you have in mind?" Sophia asked as she walked by the locker room where Sara was gathering her things.

"Oh just this little diner on the strip." Grissom responded turning to smile at Sophia to his side.

Sara stuck her head outside the locker room and watched Grissom lead Sophia towards the Crime Lab's front doors. Hot tears weld in Sara's eyes and she turned back into the locker room she sat on the bench and a tear ran down her cheek. It finally seemed like she had an emotional connection with Grissom and now it's like the past few weeks never happened. She might has well not have told Grissom her most intimate thoughts and feelings because it was like he wasn't even listening. All the things left bottled up inside her she had shared with him, she trusted him. Now that trust was blown to pieces and all she could do was cry.

Sara's sobs echoed in the locker room and although she was alone, it sounded like there were a dozen women crying all around her, sharing her pain. So many emotions toyed with her that sometimes all she could do was cry because truthfully it was the only emotion that came natural to her. Sara's ears peaked up when she heard a familiar man's voice in the hallway.

"I just have to grab my keys." Grissom said to Sophia.

Sara quickly wiped her tears and stood up, gathering her things as fast as she could.

"I thought you went home." Grissom said, stopping the doorway.

Sara gasped and held her breath. She did not want to face Grissom right now, not because she didn't want to show him that he hurt her but because she didn't know what she could do to him. She sucked in a breath.

"You really should go home." Grissom said, opening his locker and fishing for his keys.

Sara slammed her locker shut, the sound of the metal echoing through the locker room and down the hallway. Sara's breathing became heavy and she turned around to Grissom, staring into his deep blue eyes with her own. She felt tears welding up and her throat turn try at the onset of words. She turned her face quickly from Grissom and turned towards the door when she was stopped by Grissom voice.

"Sara, what's wrong?" Grissom asked blindly.

She spun around and her cheeks were flushed with anger, her brown eyes torn right through him. Grissom's eyes widened at her sudden change of demeanor. She breathed heavily in and out, her chest heaving through her shirt.

"What's wrong?" Sara whispered.

"What's WRONG?" She repeated a little louder, approaching Grissom.

"YOU!" Sara screamed, tears running down her face.

"You are my problem. You have been my problem all along and yet only now I've come to know it." She pleaded.

Grissom stared at Sara confused. He didn't know what was going on in her head, somewhere inside he really didn't want to know and yet he had to know.

"God Grissom." She said, turning from him and sitting on the bench in front of him.

Grissom placed his hand on her shoulder and she quickly grabbed it with hers throwing it from its place.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, turning up to Grissom, glaring.

"Don't touch me ever again!" Sara said through her tears, staring back at the floor. Her tear's of longing, pain and a new hatred she had for Grissom.

"Sara I have no idea what is wrong with you all of a sudden." Grissom said, fumbling with his keys in his pockets, showing no hint of emotion whatsoever.

"All of a sudden?" She said quietly.

"I'm surprised you noticed." She said.

"Or course I would have." He replied.

"That's funny. You never seemed to noticed me the other times that I've needed you." Sara said, looking back up at Grissom through tears.

"What about last week?" He asked desperately.

She rose up, her cheeks stained with tears and her eyes bloodshot.

"You're right Grissom. You were there. In MY apartment, listening to MY story, to MY feelings. You held my hand when I cried." Sara laughed. "And yet, your presence was fleeting and I am alone yet again."

Grissom stood staring at Sara, his mouth wide with confusion.

"Sara…."

"NO! GRISSOM! Don't try to talk to me like I am a child! I am NOT a child! And you should stop acting like one." She said, tears running down her cheeks.

"I don't want to hear it anymore Grissom. I held so much hope. So much hope for us. But now I can clearly see that we are growing perpetually apart." Sara sniffed; she couldn't look at Grissom any longer and tore her eyes from his stare.

"After I heard you…" Sara stopped herself for a second, breathing deeply. "I heard you talk to Dr. Laurie, I heard everything Grissom." She glanced at Grissom for a second, his eyes clearly glazed with fright. Sara moved her stare back down to the floor.

"After I heard your…confession. I was so hopeful, so dreadfully schoolgirl hopeful that any day after that you would come to me and tell me what you said in that room." Sara sighed. "But that day never came Grissom." She said looking back at him, their stare lasting for a few seconds. Grissom's eyes had welded with tears, tears of fright, of shame, of hatred.

"Now please, go, Sophia is waiting for you."

Grissom stepped back at Sara's comment, a lone tear running down his face. He wasn't one to show emotion and he knew that he never really cried. But Sara's heart was calling out and he couldn't reach for it, soothe it. He couldn't claim it as his own and that broke his heart, for now he feared that he never would be able to. Grissom walked in front of Sara and knelt down in front of her, grabbing her hands on her knees. She quickly grabbed them away like Grissom's hands were covered in thorns.

"Go," She pleaded.

"But Sara,"

"GO NOW!" She screamed, pushing him against the lockers.

Grissom rose from the floor and walked towards the door, turning back once before disappearing.

"She needs you." Sara whispered to herself before breaking down into tears once again.

TBC (If it's well recieved)