Grissom stood and looked at the body, he was not sure what was so intriguing about this body but for some reason he couldn't keep his eyes off him.

"Gil!" Doc. Robbins said. No response from Grissom. "Gil!" doc called a little louder.

"Sorry," Grissom said, "COD?"

"Heart failure," doc said, "Why was CSI called?"

"There … There was a lot of blood," Grissom said, still unable to take his eyes off the body, "Between the blood and the head wound Brass thought it may have been a homicide."

"I can only guess that the heart attack caused him to lose his balance hitting his head," Grissom added.

"And the pool of blood where he fell was caused by that," doc added pointing to the gash in his head, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Gil said, "No. Not really."

Doc looked at Grissom, "What?"

"Nothing," Gil said as he walked out the door.

"Griss," Greg called, as Grissom walked past him, "Did you see that 419? That guy looked like you."

Grissom just kept walking, hit the clock out button and headed home.

Once in his apartment he shut the door and sat his mail on the table, poured himself a drink and sat down on his sofa. Greg was right, the man and Gil did have similar features.

Grissom opened the folder and shook his head as he read he realized why he couldn't take his eyes off the man - they were both the same age with the same eye and hair color, the same height and body type.

"50 years old and dead from a heart attack," Grissom said, "Bet he thought he still had a good 20 or 30 years to go."

Gil closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa, he had never thought about his life before. The first part of his life had been fulfilling, he finished high school and collage - made up his mind what he wanted to be and achieved that goal. He was one of the supervisors of the number one Crime Lab in the state of Nevada, his team was one of the best, he is credited with many publications, had a number of awards, achieved a doctorate in his field, and is the number two Forensic Entomologist in the state . Yeah, life was good - was it?

Gil had achieved everything he wanted in life except the one thing that was just out of reach - love.

"It's not out of your reach," Grissom said, "She is right there. You are just to foolish to reach out to her."

Gil stood, placed the glass in the sink and headed for bed. That night Gil had a dream, well more like a nightmare. He was laying in a casket and as each of his friends walked past him they shook their heads.

"What a waist of a life, he had love within his grasp but was to pigheaded to take it." they each said.

Gil sat up in his bed, his body shaking. It was at that point that he realized that the first half of his life had not been as fulfilling as it could have been. He could have been married to Sara 10 years ago, they could have had a family, a beautiful life.

"That ends now," Gil said, tossing the blankets to one side and getting out of bed.

Gil walked over to his computer and checked their schedule, they were both off. Grissom decided he would call Sara and ask her out to dinner, some place secluded where they could talk - no better yet, he would cook something there at his place, no one would bother them there. Grissom picked up his phone and started to dial her number.

"She is more then likely asleep still," Grissom said, catching the time on the phone, "I'll give her a little more time."

Gil tried to get back to sleep but all he did was toss and turn, giving up he got out of bed.

"Come on boy," Grissom said to the dog, "Let's take a walk."

Grissom and the dog went to a nearby park, Gil sat on a bench as the dog ran around then did his thing. By time he got back to his place an hour had passed.

"She should be awake now," Gil said, once more picking up the phone.

"Sidle," Sara said.

"Morning Sara," Gil said, "Hope I didn't wake you."

"I've been up for a while. Are we needed at the lab?" she asked.

"No," Gil said, "I wanted to ask … I mean I was calling to see if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight? I just found this fantastic Vegetarian Lasagna recipe and I thought we could share some. That and there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Sounds good," Sara told him, wondering what could be on his mind, "How about I pick up some wine? I'll be there around 6."

"Sounds good to me," he said, "See you then."

He couldn't piece together the feelings that overwhelming him. Sara was much younger than him. She was a colleague. He would have been lying to say he had not felt these urges for her before. He was not sure if she was even interested in him, but he had to find out.

Gil went to the market to pick up a few more things then he walked the dog. He carefully mixed everything together, then placed the lasagna into the oven. Gil decided that now would be a good time to finish getting ready.

Gil was not sure how he was going to get form 'dinner' to 'I want to wake up with you in my arms' but some how he had too. Gil couldn't live with out her in his life anymore and he had a lot of time to make up.

He shook his head, "You don't know, she may not even feeel the same way."

The door bell rang, Gil smiled, Sara was on time.

"Hi," he said.

"Smells good," she said, handing him a bottle of wine, "Hope you like it."

Gil smiled, "A good year. Have a seat on the patio. I thought it would be nice to eat out there."

Sara nodded, "How about I take the wine with me and pour us a glass while you finish up."

"Great," he said, handing it back to her.

Sara poured the wine and stood next to the rail, "I love the view."

Gil carried out the pan and set it on the table, "Shall we?"

They made small talk over dinner. When they were finished and the table cleared they took their wine to the sofa.

Gil inhaled, he had put it off long enough, "Sara, there is something we need to talk about."