Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.

This one-shot would be written in Greg's POV (It should be a one-shot, unless, I have something to write on Sara's POV). This happened after 'Butterflied', after Sara walked out of the room. I know this episode is based on Grissom's feeling for Sara. And I really do love this episode but I am just sad over he choose to confess to that doctor, and not to Sara. I am a GSR fan but I also like Greg and Sara together. They had chemistry too.

This story is inspired by the song "From The Heart, Another Level."

Enjoy.

From The Heart

Chapter 1

GREG

I saw Sara walking out of the interview room with heavy steps. Her slouched shoulders, head dropped low and her eyes on the floors showed me that she felt defeated. She walked like a dead doll, brushing past people without a care.

I wondered what had happened.

Did Grissom hurt her again?

Grissom, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sara had told me before the real reason she moved to Vegas. Sara had always regarded me as a close friend, a confidante.

"Greg. I like him. Thus when he asked me to come, I dropped everything I had and came. I stayed." She confessed, her cheeks blushing.

That was the first time I saw her blushed and it was a beautiful picture. And then something hit me hard in my stomach. I realized I fell in love with her. I like her energy, her face and her character. She had defended me when the lab rats joked about my first outfield. It was horrible. I stood there stunned by the sight of the man coughing out blood.

She had defended me. She told them off. She told them I did great.

I followed her to the locker room. I looked at my watch. The shift is almost over. She is preparing to leave the lab. She sat on the bench like a rag doll, her body is shaking convulsively. She was crying.

"Sara," I called.

She wiped her tears with her sleeves before looking up. I saw the sorrows she tried to hide in her eyes. "Yes, Greg?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Let's have dinner together." I waited for her reply. She just kept quiet. Confusion was written all over face.

"I can't, Greg. I can't."

"Why not? Let's have dinner. Let's see if anything could happen. Please?"

That sentence hit her hard. I knew she said them to Grissom before. She mentioned that Grissom's rejection gave her ego a huge hit. She regretted doing that. She was just disoriented after the lab blew up. Her life just flashed past her mind when she was blown away by the impact of the explosion. And she realized she needed to do something to it.

"I don't know what do with this. You know what I meant. You knew."

Now, I know how Sara felt when Grissom rejected her. It's hurtful. My heart literally stopped. I think I will drop dead this moment and Dr. Robbins would perform the autopsy for me and tell them my heart just stopped functioning.

"I don't know. I want a chance for us."

"Not when I am at my most vulnerable. He confessed to that doctor but he told him he could not risk anything for me. His job is his pride and he is unable to do anything to hurt it. Do you know how I feel when I heard what he say in the room? I am nothing to him. I am nothing to anyone. I can't even find validations in him. I feel unloved. Just like in the past."

Her tears rolled down her cheek. I could not resist the urge to wipe away those tears for her.

I pulled her close, her head resting on my shoulders. I placed my hands around her back. I don't care what others might think when they see us in such an intimate position. I just knew that I need to keep her close.

"Sara. Look at my eyes. You can always count on me."

She pulled her head up, looking at me intently.

She was unsure, confuse, delirious from all those tears she shed for Grissom. Her heart tore into million shreds after chasing Grissom for so many years and he brutally ignored it and stomped her heart onto the ground. I hoped my eyes can convey my feelings for her.

I love her. A love, so deep and true, that I could not imagine.

"Greg…"

"You always meant something to me. I won't treat you like how Grissom treated you."

She sighed, "if only."

I knew what she meant by if only. She meant that if she never met Grissom, she would have her heart open to someone else. Me, probably. But her heart was so tattered that she could not believe in love anymore. She could not risk any more injuries to her heart.

"Look at my eyes. Trust me. I can love you the way you wanted. I can protect you. I would give you the respect you needed. And when you walk one step to me, I will walk the remaining steps to you. But even if you don't step one foot, I will. Look at me. Trust me. "

I told her whatever those were in my heart, since the day I saw her. When she entered the lab, her vitality, fiesty, quirkiness, temper and concentration at work intrigued me. She's like the flame and I am like the moth. She just attracted me.

When she told me about Grissom, my heart broke but I still lent her my listening ears. This is to earn more times to talk to her, know her and helped her solve problems. I would give her priority for her cases, and discussed about the results far more than needed. I liked the ways her eyes light up when she received a satisfying DNA result that nailed the bad guys.

"Greg. I..." her voice trailed off, searching for the right words to reject me. I supposed.

"Let's just try. If nothing works out, we will go back as friend. At least, give me a chance." I stopped her from continuing.

"Just a chance." I pleaded.

I waited for her to say something.

And I hope it's an answer I wanted to hear.

"I..." Sara bites her lips.

And, I waited.