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Spoilers: Nope

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UNINTENTIONAL

(Chapter 4 – June 28, 2003, 3:10 AM)

Grissom pulled the car into park and turned to Sara, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow..."

"Do you wanna come in?"

"Sara..."

"Grissom, you know how I feel and I know I can't force you to do anything you don't want to but when are you going to wake up and realize if you don't start taking some risks, you're going to regret it?"

"What makes you think by taking risks, I won't have any regrets?"

"You're just never gonna change, are you?" She looked at him disappointedly and got out of the car.

Everything in his body told him not to follow her. Not to fall for the obvious guilt trip she was trying to lay on him. He watched in conflict as Sara headed inside. It wouldn't hurt to walk her up to her apartment, would it? He knew he didn't mean anything. Would she get the wrong idea? This wasn't particularly the best neighbourhood. He took out his cell phone, ready to call Catherine again, as if she would give him the answer he was looking for.

After what seemed like an eternity, Grissom reluctantly turned off the ignition and followed Sara's path into the lobby of her apartment where she was still waiting for the elevator, "Sara!"

She turned around, surprised, but not unhappy, to see him there, "You came..."

Grissom wasn't sure why he had. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he was ready to take a risk. Maybe...

He waited, still deep in thought, as Sara unlocked her door and invited him inside. He had never been to her apartment and was surprised to find it rather bland. Not sure why, he had always pictured her place to be more lively, like...


"It's not much to look at but it's a comfortable place to live in." She noticed his curious looks around her living room.

Suddenly very aware that he was in Sara's apartment with Sara by his side, he took a deep breath, not sure what to expect next, "It's nice." He answered, half-lying. He had always liked decorated apartments, even if his own didn't fit the description.


"You want something to drink? I've got beer." She offered brightly, heading into the kitchen.

"No, I'm good."

"Ok...uh...there's not much to do around here..."

"Sara, I should really get going."

"Grissom," She surprised him by stopping him with her hand. Ignoring his panicked look down at her hand that was holding onto his arm now, she continued, "it's late, you could crash here if you want."

"I..." Before he could answer, his cell phone went off in his pocket. Sighing in relief, he quickly reached for it and was even more relieved when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Grissom? It's me."

*To be continued*