A/N: Okay, this is just a few chapters. It may sound like a Grissom/Sara thing, but it's NOT because…well, because I don't like them together. Anyway, I don't own anything. Enjoy and review!

Happy. It wasn't a feeling that Sara Sidle often used to describe herself or her life, but for the first time she was experiencing it. As a child, she had dealt with her share of hard times and they seemed to have followed her through her life, until now. She met him in college and then she worked with him. Then she liked him, loved him. Now he loved her.

Sara loved the feeling that she got when she knew Grissom was watching her work. She would look up. Their eyes would meet and just for a moment they were alone. Sara loved the feeling that someone cared for her; that she wasn't alone in the harsh world, like she had been when she was younger. Sara felt like that every moment they spent together could be her last and she would be okay with it. But most of all, Sara knew that she could trust Grissom. He was safe and even though it had taken him to get to the same place as her, she knew that he wouldn't mess it up. Finally, someone made her happy.

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The doorbell rang. "Oh God," thought Sara. She hurried to the bathroom to check her makeup. Sara looked at the reflection of herself, wearing makeup. "Makeup? Why am I wearing makeup? It's just a date with Grissom. Grissom, that's why." The doorbell rang again. Sara headed to the front door and peeping through the peep-hole, Sara could see Grissom checking his watch. She took and a deep breath and opened the door. He looked up and smiled. "Hi."

"Hi," said Sara nervously.

"You look very nice," said Grissom.

"Thank you." "Why can't I speak?" thought Sara.

"I have a seven-thirty reservation for us." Sara shut the door and followed Grissom to the car. He held the door open and shut it when she got in. The drive to the restaurant was short and they only spoke a few words to each other. Sara had never been to the restaurant before.

"Where are we?"

"A very vegetarian restaurant," Grissom smiled, pleased with his choice and the fact that Sara was smiling too. They were seated by s friendly waitress who gave them an all-vegetarian menu. Sara had a hard time striking up conversation. She was worried about saying something idiotic, but luckily Grissom was able to think of some small talk. "What's your favorite kind of music?"

"Is that before or after Nick converted me to country?" Sara joked. Grissom looked confused. "I like country now." Grissom nodded his head. "Why is this so awkward?"

"So, what kind of music do you listen to?" Grissom thought for a moment, still looking at the menu.

"I enjoy classical, but I am open to all kinds." "So very Grissom," thought Sara with a smile. The waitress came to take their orders. Grissom went first because he had decided. Sara looked over the top of her menu towards the door. She gazed at the line of people waiting for their take-out order. Sara saw the unexpected but familiar face of Nick.

"Miss, what would you like?" asked the patient waitress.

"Nick," Sara stumbled as both the waitress and Grissom looked confusedly at her, "I mean, I don't want Nick. I'll have lentils, please. He's here. Look," Sara pointed to the line and Grissom understood at once as the waitress left.

Nick was picking up his bag of food and was heading towards them, though he didn't see them. Nick walked right by their table. "Nick?" called Sara. He stopped and whipped around. It took him a minute to register what he saw.

"Hey, what are –" he stopped, "Oh." His face fell as he realized that Sara was on a date with Grissom.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sara. Nick smiled.

"You wouldn't believe it, but you sort of converted me to being a vegetarian."

"Like you converted me to country music," replied Sara smiling. Nick nodded and then said goodbye, not wanting to further interrupt the date. "That was funny, seeing Nick here." Grissom nodded in agreement. The rest of the date was nice. When the food came, Sara had struck up a conversation about a case that they had encountered a couple of years ago. She had even managed to make Grissom laugh, but Sara felt like she was carrying the entire conversation. On the way back to her house, Sara began to dread the awkward good-bye scenario. "Is he going to kiss me? Walk me to my door? Or will we just say goodbye in the car?" As they got closer to her apartment, Sara could feel herself getting nervous, her palms were sweating. She was bothered by something; not that she was nervous but that she was nervous for the wrong reason; she didn't want Grissom to kiss her.

The car pulled to a halt. Sara turned to Grissom. "Thank you," she smiled half-heartedly. Grissom leaned in toward her. Sara took a deep breath. "Grissom," he pulled back. She couldn't bring herself to say that she didn't want him to kiss her, "thank you," she repeated and got out of the car. Sara hurried to her door and quickly went inside. The apartment was dark but she didn't bother to turn on any lights. The couch was the closest thing to sit on so she planted herself there.

"Why was that so weird? I finally got what I wanted for so long. I should be happy, right? Wrong. I'm not happy, more like confused. Really confused," thought Sara. She stayed on the couch, trying to organize her thoughts until she fell asleep.

She woke up. A faint beeping noise was coming from her bedroom. Sara could feel a cramp in her neck already. "Why am I here? Oh, the date." The memory from her date last night played over in her head. Finally, she got and went to turn off the alarm clock in her room. She had slept in a half hour. Sara rushed through her evening routine so that she would make it to work on time. She was dreading work, a feeling she had never experience before. Sara got into her car thinking, "Maybe everything I had dreamed for was, well, a dream and nothing more."

A/N: Please review!