GSR, I know, this is a first for me!

I've been working on a paper about living conditions in Victorian London between 1820 and 1900 almost since I woke up this morning, and really needed a break so I wrote this; a very short GSR one-shot.

Inspired by "Perfect" by Hedley

I hope you all like it.
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Different Types of Silence

Falling a thousand feet per second

You still take me by surprise

Sara stood defiant not moving a muscle.

She was furious it was easy to see. Grissom stood awkwardly by the breakfast table watching his wife with unease.

After all of their years together he still hadn't learnt how to handle her impulsive nature. The passion, the rage and the intensity the women he loved was capable of still captivated him in a way he never imagined any human being could.

As she fumed all he could think about was how beautiful she looked first thing in the morning.

It has started as a typical Sunday morning; they had taken in a long walk in the bright Parisian sun, buying fresh coffee and the paper before returning to bed. Like always Grissom would help Sara in translating the French, planting gentle kisses to her forehead as rewards for her correct translations. Her smile enough an incentive for him.

But then the clam was over and the storm settled in.

She had attempted to casually mention his return to Las Vegas while teasingly kissing his neck. The same problem that plagued their relationship came up again. He had attempted to tell her that moving back home at that moment just wasn't possible for him. Her head had snapped up from his chest, her dark eyes matching the frustration that seemed to be radiating from her body.

Now here they stood in the kitchen silently watching each other.

Over the past few months they had learnt the many types of silence like the back of their hands.

The silence that they shared when making love, the moment on the phone when they realised they had nothing more to stay to each other, when they felt comfortable that nothing needed to be said. And obviously the type they were surrounded by now.

The silence of anger.

"We can make this work." Grissom muttered taking a step towards her. Sara nodded in response but her expression did not change.

He shuffled for a few moments before opening a drawer by the sink to retrieve something that he hoped would naturalise the mood that had filled the space between them. Grissom found the small envelope and handed it to Sara with a hopefully smile, his blue eyes lighting up in the way that made her melt.

"I was going to wait until your birthday..." he started awkwardly watching her while he putted out the content.

"The Galapagos Islands..." She said brightly glancing up at him. "...for three months..."

"We could walk in the steps of Darwin." he quoted something she had said a long time ago, hoping that it would be enough to remind her of all of the things they shared, and all of the things that he wanted to hold on to.

"I've applied for extended leave...and I didn't tell them when I'd be back...if I'd be back" he corrected himself nervously placing his glasses back on.

"Well Gilbert...I'm sure we can think about that later." Sara smiled at him in a way that held nothing back, the feeling of warmth flooding her body as she stepped closer her husband. She kissed him, taking his hands in her own in the way he had done on so many occasions.

There was a type of silence they had forgotten about recently; the silence they shared when they realised just how much they loved each other.

I'm not perfect but I keep trying

Because that's what I said I would do from the start

The End