A/N This chapter has a significant decrease in the level of postmodern techniques used. I'm sorry for any mistakes. I have checked through but I did notice a few in the last chapter so I may have missed them here again. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. As always I hope you enjoy!

The much awaited Scene

They head out of the lab together and drive to the suspects house in the department issued vehicle. They meet Brass there, ready to serve a warrant. Mr Hoyle is compliant. This was one of those straightforward cases where the perpetrator had not been overly careful. Luminol in the bathroom sink reveals blood and a quick inspection of the drain reveals some hairs, same colour as the victim, intact. Perhaps he had washed his hands here afterwards. The office reveals some paper work suggesting motive. All evidence is gathered waiting to be processed upon return to the lab. The suspect is arrested and joins them in the interrogation room. Sara and Brass work in tandem to question the suspect utilising the good cop/bad cop technique. Just as they are on the verge of giving up, Grissom enters, the DNA from the hair has been analysed and it matches the victim. The suspect and his lawyer exchange a few words, he confesses and is lead away in hand cuffs. We assume a deal will be made but we feel slightly safer for the moment all the same. This description may appear a little rushed and lacking in descriptive qualities. This is simply a device to move the plot along to where we want it. Sara and Grissom, in his office, talking. All good things come in time. We must be patient.

Sara is heading out of the building, pleased with the success of their latest capture when her pager beeps. Looking down, she sighs as she slows and turns around. The page is from Grissom, wanting her to see him in his office. Technically she is yet to clock out and is required to respond. Not much longer to go now, she thought as she sighed again.

Grissom had been wanting to talk to Sara for a long while. He had been doing some heavy thinking regarding his feelings towards her. He was scared, he admitted that now. While on some level he had realised he had always pushed Sara away from him, he had begun to analyse his motives. There had always existed the obvious, yet perhaps superficial reasoning; the age difference along with his hearing issues and then the employment situation. Logically, he knew that with minimal effort these could be overcome, what bothered him was the inherent fear that once he let himself, he would fall so far that if it ever ended, which he recalled happened in the vast majority of cases, he would have no chance of resurfacing. His analysis, however, revealed that he had neglected to incorporate one essential variable, he had already fallen.

'Hey Griss, you paged?'

He looked up from his paperwork over his glasses. He hadn't been sure if she would respond and a small part of him had hoped that she wouldn't, giving him another escape. You realise that this scene closely resembles one from the segment before the last ad break and all your senses tell you that this could be what you have been waiting for, the explanation leading to the resolution.

'Please, Sara, come in. Close the door behind you. Take a seat.'

She did as he asked. While she was apprehensive, she thought she had a good idea of what to expect from him.

'Sara,' he began, rubbing the bridge of his nose, removing his glasses in the process. 'First off, despite all apparent evidence to the contrary, I don't want you leave, I need you to know that. That said, I am not going to try and make you stay. I don't really think I could or should. For what it's worth though, you have been an invaluable asset to this lab, not only as an outstanding CSI but also as a great friend to all of us here, even though I may not have shown it, I do appreciate you.' He paused. 'I've signed the transfer papers and all other documentation they requested. They want you there the day after tomorrow. You can take the time off, you've finished all your current cases. I also wanted to offer you my congratulations, supervisor Sidle.'

They maintained eye-contact throughout his uncharacteristic speech and as he finished he smiled wanly at her. She returned the gesture without the bright spark that used to accompany.

'Thanks. For everything. My time here, it's meant a lot to me. I wont ever forget it.' She had felt the need to explain everything to him but being there with him she realised that she didn't need to. They both understood each other. He knew, while he was a large part of her choice to leave, there were other mitigating circumstances that justified it just as much. She stood to leave and accordingly, he followed the movement. Just as she was at the door, with tears threatening to break free from the constraints of her eyes, she turned back toward him, quickly took a few steps and embraced him in a tight, warm thankyou hug. Slowly and unsure of himself, he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her to him, allowing himself to simply hold her. They held each other for a long moment, inhaling each other's scent and imprinting the scene in their minds, before she lifted her head, allowing the tears to flow freely now and looked him in the eye.

'You know that I love you right?' She let out in a soft whisper. He nodded his head slowly in affirmation and lifted his hand to cup her face allowing his thumb to brush away her tears.

'I love you too Sara.'

'Mmmm,' she accepted without any further response. 'Please don't tell anyone about any of this. I'll say bye to each of them in my own way.'

'Of course,' he replied. With one last squeeze and a bittersweet smile from both parties, they separated and she walked out of his office for the last time, brushing the tears from her face as she went.

As a loyal GS shipper your heart breaks with them. The only knowledge that keeps you tuned in is the memory of the now infamous scene, burnt in you brain, promising you a more satisfying resolution