The Truth Hurts Worse More Than Anything I Can Bring Myself To Do To You

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It had been a week since his little confession and in his mind he had been secretly distancing himself from her. Or at least that's what he had been telling himself it was true that he had been sleeping back at his apartment, although on most nights he wasn't alone.

But it was a start.

He spoke only when he had to around her; but it seemed she was doing the same things, he guessed they were in that point of the relationship that they didn't have to speak to one another they were comfortable with the silence.

He really didn't know if it was because he was at his wits end with all the plotting and scheming or the case he just worked, both had gotten him worked up in new ways that he never thought could be possible.

Sure he found himself still smiling at her and stealing a kiss when no one was watching but the touching had ceased to a minimum. He only touched her in bed. If she was annoyed by the lack of touchy-feely she didn't show it. She had not said one word to him.

And that's what was so damn frustrating, she seemed to like it more when he completely ignored him then actual paying attention to her.

One night and one more time

It would happen tomorrow he was sure of it he just wasn't sure how he would go about saying it. Coming out with you've been played all along; yes I do love you but I hate you even more. I'm sorry but I don't think this is going to work out. Seemed a bit too much to the point and hey maybe that's what he needed to be straight forward with her cause she wasn't getting any of the other signals he was sending her.

Maybe he could tell her that by being with her she had turned him gay. Haha that was a joke in itself and he found himself laughing out loud, the lady in front of him in line gave him a glare over her shoulder and moved up as the lady two people in front of her was served. Ya that's right bitch take a good long look cause it may be me who's investigating your murder where on earth did that just come from? Can someone say bitter?

He could leave her a note saying what he wanted to say and leave it at that but that seemed cold and impersonal even to him. It would go against everything he told her about how much loved her. Which he maybe shouldn't have laid on so thick then she would believe that it had meant nothing to him and he was only getting back at her for breaking his own heart.

An eye for an eye does in some weird twisted way make the whole world blind, which in turn makes for a lot of blind spots. Maybe he was missing something and she was using him for her own personal gain to feel alive; to get over Grissom something he didn't even think she had cried over. If he were in her shoes he wouldn't cry either; Grissom was a dirty old man with wrinkly balls.

Okay next topic he was getting creeped out. Grissom was definitely a blind spot.

He had gotten the girl in the end wasn't that enough? Wasn't that payback to Grissom enough? Then there was Sara what payback was hers spending time with him? That wasn't payback that was a mere gift that she should be thankful for.

A/N: The lyric in this one is kinda forboding the next installment with the song title except I used what comes after it too. Thanks For The Memories Even Though They Weren't So Great. Oh my goodness did I just give you a hint? I must be happy. Still don't own Greg, Sara or CSI even though I want to take credit for Greg freaking on the mother but I can't. Finally a Sandle moment is all I can say.

So sorry that it took me forever to upload but for some reason it wouldn't let me upload anything.

Reviews will make me write the final ones quicker.