All I Want Is You

Disclaimer: Okay, I think it's common knowledge that I do not own CSI, I only love the show and like to write fanfics for it.

Spoilers: Brief reference to Butterflied.

Chapter One: Confessions

Sara fought back a yawn as she headed for the door. She'd been working this crime scene for hours in close proximity to Grissom. It was suddenly too much for her, and she excused herself to go outside and take a breather. She started pacing on the front porch of the home that they were currently processing. Grissom came out a few minutes later and Sara stopped pacing.

"Are you okay?" Grissom asked, the usual tone of concern in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm just. It's. I don't know. I'm fine," Sara tried to explain.

"You just got up so suddenly and came out here, I thought you might be sick," Grissom said.

Sara almost laughed, "I never get sick. That's not it at all."

"Then what is it?" Grissom looked into her eyes.

"I've just been inside for too long, I wanted to come out and get some fresh air," Sara said.

"Okay," Grissom cocked his head at her, "if you need anything, you know where I'll be."

"I'll be back inside in a few more minutes, I figure if I clear my mind out here maybe I'll see something I've missed before," Sara lied.

Grissom went back into the house, leaving Sara alone on the porch. She didn't want to continue processing the scene, not that it was too gruesome for her. Suddenly she just didn't want to be alone with Grissom anymore. She went back inside and wordlessly kneeled next to Grissom and forced herself to continue working. Sara could feel Grissom's eyes on her and she turned to him.

"What?" she asked.

Grissom startled her by reaching out to her, "You've got a loose strand of hair."

Sara felt goose bumps form as his hand brushed against her cheek. She wanted desperately to lean into his touch, but restrained herself. Grissom was confused as she turned away from him. He put his hand on her shoulder and carefully turned her back to face him. To his great surprise she was crying.

"Sara?" he asked, at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"What's wrong Sara?" he inquired.

"It's stupid," she wiped angrily at the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Please tell me what's wrong, you can't tell me nothing is bothering you. I've never seen you cry, Sara," Grissom told her.

Sara sighed deeply, "I can't do this anymore. I'm so alone."

"What can't you do anymore?" Grissom was confused.

"This! You and me. I don't know if you've ever noticed but I swear we are meant to be together. Whenever you're close to me I feel safe and warm. I know I've tried to spark something before and I know now that you pushed me away because you were afraid, Catherine told me you had to have surgery," Sara rushed, "don't tell me you don't feel something special when you come into contact with me. I know you feel it too. You have to. I may have accused you of not having feelings before, but I realize now that you probably feel things more than any of us. You just don't let your emotions control you. Please don't push me away again. I don't think I can take this loneliness anymore."

Grissom froze at her words, she had managed to hit him very close to home. He didn't know how to respond to her outpouring. After staring at a sobbing Sara for a moment he suddenly felt bold and gathered her into his arms. He began to slowly rock her back and forth.

"This probably sounds stupid, but I'm afraid of you too Sara, it wasn't just because I had to have surgery. I found out, also through Catherine, that you heard what I said to Lurie that one day. What I said, I meant. I was afraid when you came along and I know you fell in love with me. I thought that I could never be enough for you. I had a hard time accepting that anyone as beautiful and intelligent as you could be in love with me," Grissom whispered.

"That really hurt, Gil," Sara used his first name, "I haven't felt the same since then. I don't know if you know it, but those words cut me deep. You know when I took that time off after my…uh, incident? I seriously thought about committing suicide."

"Sara, no," Grissom gasped.

"I couldn't do it in the end because I thought of how much it would hurt you. I knew you would take it personally," Sara sighed, "so I forced myself into going to see a counselor. I did it hoping that if I changed, you could change too. But things have just been the same. And the other day, I saw Sofia flirting with you and it killed me inside, Gris."

"Oh Sara, I don't like Sofia in that way, I promise," Grissom gently kissed the top of Sara's head.

She leaned away from him to see his face, "Aren't you lonely Grissom?"

"Honestly, yes, Sara, I am," Grissom admitted, "I don't know if I can give you what you want."

"Stop doubting yourself," Sara snapped, "you don't even know what I want. I know that I have loved you for so long that I can't even picture having a life with anyone else."

"But what if I'm not good enough?" Grissom asked, "then what will you do? You'll want to leave Vegas because things will get awkward."

"I'm willing to give this a shot, but I need you to be in it with me," Sara looked deep into his eyes, "tell me you don't feel something for me."

Grissom looked back into her deep, brown eyes, "I do feel something for you, Sara. If you want to give this a shot, I'll go along with you."

"I think this might make us both very happy," Sara said.

"I have been hiding my feelings. I'll try to do better about letting you know how I feel," Grissom sighed, "I want you to be happy. I want to be happy too."

Sara smiled at him, "I want us to be happy too. And I think the only way we will be happy is if there is an 'us'."

Grissom smiled in return, "I haven't seen your beautiful smile in so long. I guess I was in denial that something had changed in you. I'm glad that you're willing to give this stubborn old man a chance, even though I probably don't deserve it."

"Oh you do," she said, "I am not exactly the easiest person in the world to try and get along with."

"Am I interrupting something here?" Brass smirked at the sight in front of him.

Sara quickly jumped back from Grissom and turned away from Brass to dry her face. Grissom whirled around to find his friend standing in the doorway of the home.

"Don't stop on a count of me," Brass winked at his friend.

"Jim, you have the worst timing in the world, what do you want?" Grissom asked.

"I was just going to inform you that I was able to get that warrant you wanted," Brass said.

"Good, I'll meet you outside in a few minutes," Grissom said forcefully, practically shoving Brass out the door.

"They're all going to know about this," Sara spoke, "Brass is going to tell the entire crime lab that he found me in your arms alone at a crime scene."

A/N: I guess you can consider this new story a Christmas present for you. I must admit that try as I might to do otherwise, I kept coming back to a Grissom/Sara story. I must be a hopeless romantic…lol, hope you enjoy the new story. Happy Holidays. Also, I had a heck of a time coming up with a title, so if it's not the best, please forgive me.