A/N I: started this fic as an entry for the smutathon but liked the idea too much to make it 'just smut'. So, a new WIP has been born.

A/N 2: Before I start, I want to thank Myra, Lisa, Tanny and Silvin for their help one way or another..

This story may start a bit different then you're used too, but I promise it won't all be this bad..

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! What if someone from work would have told me? Do you have any idea how stupid I would look? How could you keep something like this from me?"

Why was he so bad in fights? They didn't argue much, and when they did, most of the time he got himself out of it with some smart remark. However, when the arguing enveloped in a real fight, she always managed to win. When things got nasty, he always shut down. Always seeking for the right words, always saying the ones that only made the situation worse. This time it was no different.

"Sara, it wasn't, it isn't important! That's why nobody knows, you couldn't have found out about it from anyone else! Please..."

Normally she thought his stupidity when they fought as adorable. This time was different, she felt like nothing could fix this.

"Excuse me? Nobody knows cause it doesn't mean anything to you? Is that why nobody knows about us? Because it's unimportant? You're unbelievable Gil!"

"Sara please, you have to let me explain." She could see the tears welling behind his eyes, he looked terrified, but she didn't care. For the first time since she met him, she didn't care about his feelings. She wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

He walked over and tried to pin her body against his in the hope this would soothe her. It didn't, she slammed her fists against his chest and pushed him away. She hit him with such a strength that he hit the wall behind him and he felt something crack in his knee, he didn't care. This was the first time she'd turned down any kind of affection from him and he knew it was really, really bad.

"DON'T ever try to touch me again Gil!" She'd never in her life been this angry, after all the years as a CSI, this was the first time she truly understood how people could hurt someone they loved. The shoebox she found in his closet just a few minutes ago flew across the room, collapsing against his chest. The contains shredded on the floor on it's way over.

"Please Sara, don't do this! This was years ago! Before I asked you to come here, you have to believe me Sara!" His tears made their way from his eyes and wandered down his cheeks. His back slid down the wall and when he hit the floor, his knees got up as far as they could and he wrapped his arms around them. Never in his life, had he felt this miserable.

It took Sara about ten minutes to gather most of her clothes in one of his weekend bags. When she came back in the hallway, Gil hadn't moved and the tears hadn't stopped. She couldn't make herself care anymore.

Her key of his house landed in front of his feet and he looked up. "Where are you going?" He took the key and got up. "Sara, you can't do this, it can't end this way. Please!"

With the door opened she turned around, tears running down her face, staring at the floor. "You know, I really have to thank you for this. After all the times you hurt me before we got together, I tried so hard to get over you. I really did, but you always said something that made me fall in love all over again. I knew this was to good to be true, I knew it had to end some day and I always thought I had to move to the other side of the country when it would happen. I thought I wouldn't be able to stay in Vegas and see you every day, without thinking back on our beautiful time together."

She looked up and looked him straight in the eye. "You finally managed to hurt me enough to dislike you, to never think something of you other then a colleague again. You blew it and if you ever do something to upset me at work. I promise you I'll tell the others what you're really made of." She walked out and threw the door shut as hard as possible. He realized Sara was gone, for good.

Xxxxx

Sara sat in her car, around the corner of Gil's, no her street. They'd decided to move in together two weeks back and she turned in her apartment key three nights ago, which meant she had no place to go besides the house she just left or the lab. Gil always went to the lab when he was upset about something, so that wasn't an option either.

Without thinking about it, she hit the gas and set her destination to the only place she could think about at the moment. She hoped she would cool down a bit on the twenty-minute drive, but she only got even more mad. Especially when the old lady in the first liquor store didn't want to sell her the bottle of Tequila because she looked so bad. Tired of hearing the same speech for the thousandth time, 'you know there are more problems than answers in a bottle', she walked out and drove to another. Here, they seemed very happy to have a customer. They even managed to let her buy two bottles instead of the intentioned one.

Once she reached her destination, she sat in her car for a while. She had hoped he wasn't at home, so she could sneak in with the key she knew was under the plant next to the backdoor. Unfortunately, his car was in the driveway, so he probably had the night off too. She grabbed the weekend bag from the backseat and locked the car. Not sure if it was the best idea to come here, she slowly made her way to the front door. 'It's not like I have anywhere else to go.'

When she reached the house, she could hear soft tones of music coming through the door. Glad that she didn't have to wake him, she knocked twice. The music was being turned off and she heard footsteps coming closer.

He wondered who the hell would come to his house at this hour. On the way to the door he wrapped his robe around his body and tucked the band around his waist. After looking through the peephole he opened his door, surprised to see the dried tears on the face of the woman standing on the other side.

"Sara, honey.. What happened? Where's Gil?"

Before he could say anything else, she threw her arms around his shoulders, the tears streaming again. "I'm sorry Jim, I didn't know where else to go."

A/N 3: aah nervous! What did you think!? I'm flying to the US on Friday but I think I'll manage to post another chap before that.. I don't mind criticism, not at all, but try to keep it a little bit nice please ;-)