So I had some time to think while I was away. Enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake. I-I do not have a drinking problem. I have a, uh, me problem. My P.E.A.P. Counsellor suggested that it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor and that's you, Grissom, so ... I never told you about my family. Why would I…

Sara stared at herself in the locker room mirror while she sat on a bench. Her heart hammered hard in her chest. She felt angry with herself, as if she had ignored what her counsellor had told her to do. It had been two days since she had told Grissom she wanted to talk to him. Why couldn't she just do it? Pull him off to the side and tell him? Because it caused her too much pain to go over everything, that's why, she thought to herself. The memory of Grissom telling Dr. Lurie what he thought of her pushed its way into her mind…

"But then somebody young and beautiful shows up…"

He had said she was beautiful. She wanted to tell him so much that she had heard everything but it felt like she would be breaking some rule if he knew wheat she had heard, even though she had heard by accident. She un-holstered her gun and put it in her locker

"A couple of middle aged men who've allowed their work to consume their lives…"

Why was Grissom so worried about age difference? She sure as hell didn't care that he was older than her! She took out a Tylenol and popped it into her mouth, and massaged her forehead with her hand. Sara felt like she was under pressure, like everything she did was being watched

"Got a headache?"

"OMIGOSH! Oh, hi Grissom."

She shut her stuff in her locker and began to load up so she could go home. Grissom stopped and stared at her.

"So, didn't you want to talk to me the other day…about something?"

Grissom asked, hoping not to aggravate Sara, just start some small talk with her.

"Yeah, but I'm running late… I have to go somewhere"

In truth, Sara didn't have to be anywhere but she couldn't handle telling Grissom everything now

"Oh, ok. Well I'm here if you need anyone to talk to. You know, I'm really proud of you"

Sara shut her eyes and let her head rest against the coolness of her locker. Her headache came back with full force as her anger flared up again. Why could Grissom tell a complete stranger that he had feelings for her but not come to her to talk about it?

"You know what Grissom, I do want to talk!"

She yelled as she turned to face him

"How could you tell a complete stranger how you feel about me? I can't believe you! Why would you want to share everything that's happened between us with everyone? God you're so fuc-"

She was caught off guard as Grissom leaned in and kissed her. It was better than she had ever imagined. There was so much passion, it was like her was saying sorry, with his lips! He stopped and backed away a little

"Grissom, that was…"

She was again caught off guard as he turned towards the door and walked out quickly without saying anything.

"Figures. I'm finally trying to get over him and he pulls this on me"

Sara sat talking to her therapist.

"I just don't get it! It's like he did it to shut me up or something. That's probably why he did it too…"

Sara looked at the ground

"Well, I think you should ask him why he did it"

Sara nodded

"Yeah, I guess… I just always feel like I'm over-talking around him…"

The next day, Sara walked into Grissom's office without knocking.

"Grissom, we need to talk"

He didn't turn around but she could tell he heard her

"I, uh, don't have time now miss Sidle, but maybe later"