So I was in the mood to write a rather dramatic love story- and this is what I've come up with.

[Sara/Detective Moreno]

I'll start by saying sorry for the Spanish- if it's wrong blame google translate and please let me know if you have corrections- I shall change it.

Please review- let me know what you think.

Disclaimer- I own zilch.

Amante

(Part One)

Sixty three point one miles of desert were ahead of her; sixty three point one miles of dirt, sand and sky. The sun burnt overhead dancing with the heat in the horizon as Sara made her way down the I-15 towards Pahrump. The empty road ahead of her giving her a sense of freedom; the tarmac was like glistening ribbon cutting across the land. Any other day she would have said no to this but as she cracked the window the breeze rushing past her and the sound of old love songs on the radio she felt content with just being. The stillness of the world surrounding her was more than enough in that moment.

If Sara was honest- she had needed this. She had needed a break from everyday life, from the reminders of her loneliness that seemed to constantly be in the way. She had found herself the observer of the group, looking on as everyone's lives rolled by while hers seemed to be on permanent pause. All of her time was spent waiting for calls and responses. Perhaps she had purposely distanced herself or maybe it had been an accident- a twist of fate that she was to once again find herself alone. Not so long ago she had blamed this city, with all of its flaws but perhaps all of the mistakes lay with her?

The glinting of her wedding band in the burning light was a reminder that her loneliness was not imagined but very much real. Her husband was thousands of miles away lost to a life of his own. Glancing at the clock she imagined that he would be winding down from a long day at work. She wondered if he was alone- but brushed the thoughts aside with a frown.

The vastness of the desert always seemed to catch her off guard. Sara imagined, how she could, disappear here- how long it would take anyone to notice that she had gone. She could drive across state boarders and start life again somewhere else, as someone else. She could find a lover and fall as hard as she had done all of those years ago all over again.

The question that haunted her more than anything- would anyone notice?

Life had gotten in the way of so many of her friendships- she had found herself alone on her Friday nights wondering if she could honestly complain. Hadn't she signed up for this? She could easily make the decision that she'd changed her mind and return to being by her husband's side yet instead of doing such a thing she remained in Las Vegas lingering like a ghost. Somehow she and Grissom found a way to even make this difficult.

It seemed to be all they ever did.

Yet still she couldn't find it in her heart to give up and move on. Sara realised that the reason for this might be the fear of finding that without him- her life had been empty all of these years. For someone who had never experienced love as a child she had been she had been enticed by the overwhelming, obsessive nature of the things she had felt for her husband the first time she had met him. She had given up everything- her home, her life and all of the things in between. She had pushed away other chances at love claiming that they were not enough. But now as she returned home to an empty house every night could she honestly tell herself that it had all been worth it. When she woke to the cold side of the bed could she remind herself that she was happy?

With a wary sigh she turned up the music attempting to dull the sound of her thoughts and self doubts.

The smell of iron was overpowering in the air as she climbed out of her truck, pulling her kit with her. The mid-day heat beat down on Pahrump with little regard to the people in the way. Detective Moreno stood at the door waiting for her, a tired expression crossing his features; one could not help but match as she approached him.

"Hey" She attempted to smile but it seemed to fail.

"Welcome to the fun house" He exclaimed with a grim look.

"I take it we're in for a long few days" She sighed following him into the darkened house, the blacked out windows shutting out all the day light.

"More like week" He corrected her indicating to the first body. "John Doe number one..." He led her to the living room. "John Doe two and three..." They slowly made their way around the house the body count slowly rising.

"I'm going to canvas the block- see what I can find- are you going to be okay on your own?" He asked with a small frown.

"Yeah- I'll be fine" She nodded getting her camera ready.

The time seemed to pass quicker than she had expected- photographs, swabs and samples distracting her from all of the feelings and thoughts that had been drowning her on the way there. Work helped take her mind off all the things that were troubling her- it always had done. Her husband had once a long time ago told her that she needed to stop chasing rabbits and find escapism somewhere else but Sara had never needed that.

"So I'd say we're done for the day" The sound of Moreno's low voice catching her off guard as she cast her eyes over the last room.

"I'd have to agree" She nodded following him out into the dusky light watching as the bodies were carried out one by one. "I guess I'll see you in a few days then"

"Actually... I'm staying...There are still a lot of people I need to interview and my captain told me that this is my priority right now... This is a big bust for vice" He shrugged.

"I'm sure Finn will be disappointed" Sara smirked- her eyes on the coroners van as it drove away, dust being kicked up by the tires.

"I don't think she's going to notice" He responded the look on his face surprising her. "Let's go and get some rooms- I'm exhausted" His body language quickly changing as he buried the depth of his emotion not wanting to show her any more weakness.

They found themselves in one of the local motels- the low rise building set firmly on the horizon. Taking their leave of each other in the hall way they returned to their thoughts of the lonely existence that had started to take its toll on them. Sara stepped under the stream of hot water, attempting to wash it all away- the disappointment, the hurt and all the feelings of being alone but as the heat rushed to her skin all of those feelings seemed to surface. Dragging her exhausted body towards the bed- she found herself collapsing in a heap. Bringing her knees to her chest she attempted to become the smallest thing she could be- disappear- and maybe all of these confused emotions would be gone. The thudding of her heat only seemed to become more painful. A sob appeared in the air as she wrapped her arms around herself, tears flooding past her eye lashes.

It was the sound of a knock at the door that forced her to pull herself up wrapping the towel firmly around herself as she wiped the tears away from her cheeks hoping that her eyes had not been painted red.

"One minute" She called out to the person on the other side with a shaky voice. With a deep breath she attempted to put herself back together opening the door slowly.

"Hey" Moreno stood on the other side with a sleepy smile. "I was going to go to the bar... I wanted to see if you wanted to come"

"You know...I think I just need be to be alone-"She began stopping herself quickly as she realised she was in no place to be able to push away the small amounts of human connection she was being offered. "Yeah, that sounds great...just let me get dressed"

"I'll meet you outside" He smiled at her moving away from the door. Sara turned back to the room finding a fresh pair of clothes and pulling them on as quickly as she could, running a brush through her hair, knowing that as it dried it would only curl more. She applied a small amount of makeup not wanting to cover up the sleepless nights and worn out feelings that had consumed her being.

Moreno was standing outside cigarette smoke swirling around him as he waited for her. Sara awkwardly cleared her throat to let him know that she was there.

"Sara" He turned to her. "You don't mind do you?" He indicated to the cigarette between his fingers.

"No...Not at all" She shook her head, finding the packet she had placed in her pocket- lighting one of her own. He smiled at her knowingly indicating for her to follow him as they began strolling in the night air the pale light of the occasional street lamp the only thing to show them the paths they were heading down. Uncomfortable silence fell between them both as they found themselves unable to find the right words to say, convinced that alcohol would loosen their lips.

The bar was like every generic run down place either one of them had ever been to. Dust seemed to linger in every corner, the dark wood surfaces dull in the dim lighting. But as Sara looked around she realised it made no difference to her- she had started to spend far too much time in places like these.

"What can I get you?" He asked nodding towards the bar.

"Double bourbon on the rocks" Sara replied pursing her lips as she eyed the bottles lined up and on display.

"Coming up" He pointed to one of the booths telling her to grab a seat while he returned with two glasses of whiskey, setting one down opposite her.

"How have you been?" He asked, what appeared to be, out of nowhere.

"Fine" Sara shrugged.

"Sara...I heard you..." Moreno touched her hand, forcing her to meet his eye. "I heard you crying"

"I'm okay...I'm surviving" She shook her head swallowing the bitter liquid in her glass by the mouthful.

"You don't have to pretend" He assured her with a soft voice, leaning forward in his chair, his face inches away from hers as if they were sharing a secret.

"Don't I?" Sara frowned at him. "After all of this time- shouldn't I be happy- I got what I wanted"

"It it enough..."

"It doesn't have to be" Sara shook her head again, taking another mouth of her whiskey enjoying the way the taste lingered on her tongue.

"It can be- if you take a chance" he pulled his hand away, leaning back in his chair as if studying her.

"What kind of chance?" Sara raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do the things that make you happy...Do the things that you want" Moreno shrugged as if it were simple.

"What if I said I wanted you?" Sara asked drinking the last of her drink indicating to the bar for another one.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked taking a sip from his whiskey watching as another glass was placed down in front of her.

"Make love to me... Make me feel alive...for once" Sara stated in a low voice, her eyes focused on the way the ice moved about the burning alcohol in her glass.

"Would it make you happy?" Moreno asked as if it were a simple question.

"It wouldn't make me unhappy" She laughed.

"Then let's do it... Let's get drunk... watch for shooting stars... and make love" He nodded as if confirming something simple like a car pooling arrangement.

He pulled himself to his feet making his way towards the bar- returning with a bottle of red wine by his side. He offered Sara his hand helping her to her feet, leading her out of the bar.

They slowly made their way back towards the motel holding hands and ignoring the better parts of their judgements that told that this was wrong.

They didn't have time for doubts.

He lead her back to his room in silence, they ignored the other people they passed realising that they were in no place to make judgements. The heat within the four walls was unbearable; Sara stood awkwardly in the darkness as he opened all the windows waiting in vain for it too cool down. Moreno pulled Sara into his arms; the humidity clung to their pores as a small breeze did little to cool them, stirring their clothes and their desires. His arms seemed to naturally curl around her body, holding her in place, as she quivered from the contact. It had been so long.

Moreno slowly brushed the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, studying the depth of her eyes. Sara felt herself blush as she looked away from him and to the floor but it only seemed to make him pull her closer against him.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered into her ear, his and slowly travelling up her back to her neck. She found the words trapped in her throat, only being able to nod, meeting his eye.

He leant his head forwards, gauging her reaction as she remained perfectly still, her eyes on his lips. Moreno kissed her, waiting for a response, surprised when she deepened the kiss wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I've been, wanting to do that for so long" he said breathlessly as they pulled away. Sara just laughed turning the light switch on, illuminating their surroundings, finding herself strangely saddened by the misery of the setting they had found themselves in. Taking her shoes and jacket off, she sat down on the bed resting her back against the wall, enjoying the cool feeling of the plaster against the back of her neck.

"Red wine in plastic cups...classy I know" Moreno commented handed her one sitting down beside her.

"Thank you for this" Sara said turning to face him.

"No need" He shook his head. "What were you like...before Grissom...before settling down?"

"I don't remember..." She shook her head taking a sip of her wine. "It feels like another life time"

"You know the word is you were a bit of a livewire back then. I heard the sparks were always flying whenever you were around. That would have been a good you to see." He commented in a low voice.

"That was a long time ago... I'm not that person anymore" Another mouthful of the wine would fix the problem, she convinced herself. "We all change... Can you say you're the same person you were ten years ago?"

"No...No I can't" He watched her. "But you've got to get tired of having you heartbroken..."

"Why do you think I'm like this?" Sara asked him, pouring herself another glass.

"Then forget...Forget that you ever met him, that he hurt you..." Moreno urged her.

"It's not that easy..." She muttered.

Without a word he removed the glass from her hand, placing it on the night stand, leaning across her body but she did not move an inch remaining firmly in place. Their eyes met in the dim lighting before he kissed her again- this time meaning more. Sara guilty convinced herself that she had needed this- for once to feel alive. His touch seemed to bring to life the feelings within her that had lay dormant.

Not wanting to think any more, she pulled him closer, losing herself to the overwhelming sensation of the breathless embrace they had found themselves locked in, his hands searched her body attempting to memorise every curve.

It was her silence that kept them going; the echoing lack of noise as he unbuttoned her shirt, kissed her neck, and touched her breasts. A gasp escaped Sara's lips as he pressed against her, his lips running along her collar bone. She tangled her fingers through his hair, holding him against her, wanting to commit to memory the feeling of his body over her.

He tenderly kissed her once the final barriers between them were removed, pushing into her watching in awe as her body reacted. Her legs wound around him as she rocked her hips, her heavy sighs leaving their mark in the air as the heat refused to escape the confines of the room. Her heart thudded heavily against her rib cage, every thrust shaking her to the core.

Their eyes met, a sense of completion cascading upon them like rainfall in the desert, their entanglement coming to a passionate end as they fell into oblivion. Their tired bodies giving them the height they had wished to see, letting them tumble into the abyss. Sweat glistening upon their bodies, marks of exhaustion as they remained intertwined.

He kissed her, pressing his forehead against hers, their skin hot against each other as short breaths passed between them. Words were not an option. They couldn't say anything- they shouldn't.

Moreno collapsed beside her, his eyes on the ceiling waiting for something, anything to happen. Sara pulled herself to her feet, getting dressed as quickly as she could, not explaining as she slipped out of his room.

Tears seemed to sting her eyes as she shut the door to her room, wondering how she had given in so easily. Lying down she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, Moreno echoing her position on the other side of the wall- the heat, the noise, the torment.

The morning light cast with it the brush of decency, tarnishing them both with the label of liars.

He was waiting outside for her, a cigarette at his lips like the night before and she found her heart sinking.

"Sara" He said- the tone of his voice clearly measured. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, just giving him a small nod following him to his car. His hand brushed against hers as he took her kit from her, the contact sending electric shocks up her arm making her flinch.

He wanted to say something- to apologise, to tell her to get herself together, to tell her that he had feelings for her, to tell her that it was just a stupid mistake. But still no such things found their way to his lips.

The desert sped past them as the silence remained still- the air heavy and thick with so many of the things that were being left unsaid.

"We need to talk" He started as the sand burnt ahead of them, alongside all the barriers they had made to their hearts.

"No" She cleared her throat watching vultures in the sky. "No we don't"

The car came to a halt, the dirt around them falling with the loss of speed, his hands gripping hold of the steering wheel tightly. If he was honest with himself, Moreno didn't know what the feelings in the pit of his stomach were but he needed answers. He couldn't put to bed what had happened between them, until she looked him in the eyes and said.

"You can't just say that...We can't just pretend last night never happened..." He growled in a way that seemed to finally get her attention.

"I don't want to" Sara stated turning to look at him, her expression defeated. "But I don't know what to do..."

"Give this a chance..." Moreno knew it was a lie. They couldn't- they both had made promises, commitments to other people. They had already given their hearts away.

"We can't" She shook her head.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't feel alive...that it didn't do anything for you..." But she didn't reply.

"Just...Just this week...just while we're here..." Sara said, her voice pleading him not to make a judgement of what she was asking.

Moreno cast his eyes over the landscape surrounding them, the unforgiving nature of the desert, of the blinding lights. It was the heat. They could blame that. But what was the point. There was no one to know...

He leant across the centre console, kissing her softly but it didn't last, her hands clung to him with desperation as he tried to pull away. Neither one of them could say how it had happened, the haze of the temperature faulting their memories, the only evidence to prove it had were the bruises on Sara's back from his steering wheel.

They were late the crime scene but it didn't seem to matter to anyone else- they were alone- abandoned out in the middle of the map. They did the work they needed to remaining separate, apart with all of their will knowing where they would end up when they got back.

And without fail they found themselves on his hotel room bed, tearing off their clothes in attempts to find a release from the prisons they had built themselves in their heads. Sara ignored the gleam of her wedding band as he made her scream out obscenities. Moreno ignored the texts waiting to be read on his phone. They didn't need the outside world- they needed each other in those moments nothing more.

Every night they found themselves dancing to the tunes of their desires, letting go of reality with every kiss, caress and moment shared. Their last day together drew close but still they refused to let go.

The sun cast it's goodbyes over the vast skies and they found themselves once again tangled in each other's arms. They slowly made love knowing that it would be the last time- that beyond this night they would fall back into obscurity.

She let him wrap his arms around her as they feel asleep, the night ending these digressions. It was a closing chapter, a book with no last page.

As the pale morning light flooded through the window but as Sara turned she found a cold side of the bed, his things were gone and as hard as she tried she couldn't stop the disappointment from flooding in. Throwing the covers side she found her eyes settle on the note placed on the dresser, a single daisy left beside it.

'Me dan aliento pensando en cómo sería ser como para captar lo que teníamos y traerlo a la vida. Me parece extraño que aún te necesito'

It was a goodbye.

It was the end.