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She couldn't bring herself to go back home. Not just yet. Not until she had a chance to deal with all of these emotions enough to be able to face her home again after knowing Basderic had been in there, on more than one occasion.
She shuddered at the thought of it as she made her way to the locker room. She sighed as she sank down onto the bench, as she had so many times before. She tentatively opened her locker door, and her eyes fell on a picture of her a Grissom, one that had been snapped of them on the canoe on their honeymoon. Her eyes filled with tears, and she blinked them away.
How she had managed to function over the past few weeks, she didn't know.
Well, she did.
She didn't want to believe it was over. She wanted to believe this was just Grissom. It was another one of his moments, his doubts. He pushes her away, and then he would come back. That was what always happened. That was why she went to the restaurant. She had really expected him to show up.
When the waitress set the cake with the candle down on front of her, just for one moment, she thought it was her husband.
Could she call him her husband anymore?
She sighed heavily, glad the rest of the team had gone home after she had assured them she was okay. Nick and Greg took a little longer to persuade, but she did it.
She glanced to the door and sighed once more, transported back to the time years ago, when Grissom had stood at that door, and told her he was leaving on his sabbatical. He said he would miss her. But, he came back.
He hadn't come to her yet. She hadn't heard from him at all, actually.
She closed her eyes, and lay down across the bench, pulling her feet up onto the seat. Work was always her safe place. As a child it was school work, and now, it was her job.
Everything else could disappear, her family, her friends, her husband, but she would still have her job.
She almost lost all of that. Ronald almost too everything away from her.
Except Grissom, she seemed to do a good job of that herself.
She ran her hands through her hair, her eyes closed. How long could she stay at the lab before she had to return home? Before she had to face that empty house, with only pictures, taunting her on what she lost.
She had finally thought things were going to work out for her. She had finally started to relax and think that for once, she was getting something good in life. Then it just all turned and smacked her in the face. One phone call was all it took.
One phone call between her and Grissom.
One phone call between Ronald and Taylor.
"You uh, should be at home."
Her eyes shot open, and she straightened up immediately. Was she dreaming this? She blinked furiously, as if trying to clear the image, but it only brought tears to her eyes, and a sad smile crossed her lips.
"I couldn't face going back to an empty house. Not right now."
Grissom stepped into the locker room, as he had done years ago, his fingertips touching. He was glad Russell had taken the time to call him, or he might not have known what was happening at all. "Come on, honey. Let's go home. Let's talk."
Sara looked at him for a moment, and she could see the emotions in his eyes that he didn't have to speak. She knew they were there.
She stood up, stopping before him. "No talking… Not yet. Just… Just be with me. Here."
Grissom gave a small smile, and nodded, his own blue eyes shining with tears. They had a lot to talk about, but she was right, that could wait. His hand slid comfortably to the small of her back, and he led her out of the lab.
They had done enough talking for now, now it was just time to be together.
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A/N: How we feeling guys? Honestly, I'm still crying. What do y'all think is in store for these guys now?