A/N- Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing up at this hour, but here I am. Ell is up too. I guess she couldn't sleep either, so we're in the kitchen, and she is mototing around in her baby bumber. I'm sure Victoria will wake up around four or five and join us. But other than that, I'm am just so upset with Grissom. He was supposed to go with her!!

So this is what I will make happen to calm my brain.

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Grissom sat in his office finishing some paperwork. Greg came into his office, leaning in the doorway.

"So, Sara left again, huh?"

Grissom looked up from his writing, "Yes, Greg."

"You seem to be getting along with the new CSI," Greg said, talking about the blonde haired and perky Riley.

"It's my job to show her around the lab. She needs to learn our protocals."

"Yeah...," Greg waited a while for Grissom to say something, but when he didn't, asked what he wanted to know, "So, do you like messing around with younger women, or do you just like playing with Sara?"

Grissom slowly looked up and took off his glasses, "Excuse me?"

"You called her here, what?, eight years ago. Play around, make her wait for you, for like six? Until you finally get around to a relationship, which seemed to make both of you happy. And then she leaves. I do understand that one. She needed some time to get through some things. And she comes back here, stayes for a week, and then leaves again."

"What's your point, Greg?"Grissom asked, annoyed that the CSI would accuse him of messing with Sara.

"Why aren't you with her? She wants you with her, and you're here, flirting with some new bubbly... I don't even know. So whats you're problem? She can't stay here, and you won't go there. Wherever 'there' is. I just, don't understand," Greg said finally. Grissom could tell that Greg really did not understand his actions.

"It's... complicated."

"No. It's really not. She loves you. You love her. Doesn't that mean you should be together?"

"It's not that simple-"

"Bullshit it's not that simple!" Greg was truly angry with Grissom, "Or do you not love her?"

"That's not true!" Grissom stood up now.

"Then why are you here?!"

"My work is here."

"Your life is there! You have a chance at real happiness, you should know how slim those chances are in life. You know Grissom, you don't need to explain yourself to me," he sighed, "Have a good night, I'm going home."

Greg walked out of the office, hands in pockets, head hung. Grissom was left standing there, him mind turning over what Greg said.

Sara still needed her space. Sure, she hadn't called since she left. She had been pretty upset by what he had said. And the case. She had been removing the walls around her heart, and now she was so much more vulnerable.

Greg loved Sara just like a sister. He was greatly hurt by her leaving and not saying goodbye. He had loved working with her on the case that she had come in for. Missed it. At least she said goodbye this time.

"Greg, it was good seeing you," she smiled sadly.

"Hey, you leaving already? You've only been here a week."

She kept that smile on her face, "I can't stay here, Greg. It's too much."

Greg had been a little taken aback by her frontness since she had come back. She had been playing her feelings on her sleeve, and he knew she was really upset by the womans husband lying to her.

"I understand...You taking the bugman with you?" He tried to lighten the mood.

She looked at the floor, but forced herself to meet Gregs eyes. He could tell she was upset by this, too, "No. No, he's staying here." She forced a smile again.

"Oh. Sara, if you ever want to talk to me, you know my number."

"Yeah," She had big tears in her eyes when she hugged him, "You are such a brave kid, Greg. You've been through so much, and changed so much since I met you. Keep being strong, Greg."

He could tell she was openly crying, now. She pulled away and wiped at her tears, giving Greg a real smile.

"You have a peice of paper?"

He picked up a file that was on the breakroom table, flipping to a blank sheet that he ripped out.

"If you're ever in California, or need to talk," She look up, "Look me up." She handed him a peice of paper with her number on it. "You can give that to Nick and Catherine, too," She smiled, the sadness in her eyes again. She felt good being able to give them her number. She wanted them to call, and that was an improvement, from the first time she left.

She had just left Grissom a letter then. Needed to get away, and fast. Everything Vegas haunted her. It took a while to even call Grissom. She had gone to California, looked up her mother from the San Fransisco Crime Lab. Her old boss still worked there. She had gotten an apartment in the area, and looked up a phsycologist. It had taken some time to approch her mother, though. They were still working out the past, for the most part.

"You're a great CSI, Greg. But, promise me you won't let it get to you."

"I promise." They embraced for a final time before Sara left the building.

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The problem was, Grissom couldn't really explain his actions to himself. He had to stay here. This was where he belonged. But was it? His team... Warrick was gone. Sara was in California. Catherine was self-sufficient. Nick was, well, Nick. Greg was most likely not going to stay here long. This was only the beginning for him. Already written a book, worked as a lab tech, CSI, near death experiance. Grissom could see that he wasn't going to be sticking around for a lot longer.

So what was he doing here? Sara needed to heal by herself. But that didn't mean that she didn't want him there.

He was afraid of change. No matter how much he tried to look the other way, that was the truth. He wished he could go back two years ago, when everyone was here. Happy. Before this mess. Before the miniatures. If he could just freeze time there.

He couldn't get past Warrick. After seeing that tape, holding him as he left. Things would never be the same again. Everyone else was moving on, and he was stuck. They were so much stronger.

He made up his mind. He had to move forward.

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