She woke up in the embrace of a warm body behind her. Opening her eyes, she found herself in their own bedroom. Glad that the fight turned out to be just a bad dream, she closed her eyes again to enjoy this moment as long as possible.
A closing door made her regain her consciousness again and looking at the alarm clock, she realized she'd been asleep for a further two hours.
It was unusual for Sara to wake up from a normal sound like a door closing, but since there should be no one to open it; she turned around to see if Gil was awake.
The realization hit her the moment the bedroom door opened and Gil appeared in the doorway instead of lying next to her. The moment he saw her, his expression filled with emotion. Anger, hurt, regret. She didn't have time to say anything as he turned around to slam the door behind him, getting away from the picture of Sara and Jim sleeping together in their bed.
Sara woke up from her dream sweaty and in tears. She was back on Jim's couch and with the dream still fresh in her mind, she thought about what had happened last night, or better, what could have happened.
She still wore yesterday's clothes and she didn't take the time to change as she gathered her things and made her way out after leaving a short thank you note on the breakfast bar. She could shower at the lab; all she wanted to do now was to get out before Jim would wake up. In her car she found out, she still had hours to kill before her shift started, but it didn't matter, it wouldn't be the first time she'd spent her off hours at work.
She felt bad about running away from him, but she had no idea what she could say to him. How could she tell him how sorry she was for what happened, how was she going to thank him for what hadn't happened? A day to think about it didn't look like a bad idea.
After taking a long shower and putting on a fresh pair of clothes she had in her locker, she made her way to the break room to get a coffee before burying her head in cold cases. Entering the room, she found the second person she was trying to hide from. She should have known though, same as her, he was always here when something was bothering him. "What are you doing here?" Was all she could say.
Gil was sitting at the table with a newspaper in front of him, a steaming mug in his hand. He looked up at her and took a sip without taking her eyes off her. "The same thing as you I suppose."
He looked more tired then she'd seen him in ages, but he also seemed relaxed. She was still mad at him, but it was good to see him looking a bit better then how he'd looked when he was at the house. She decided not to tell him she'd seen him, if he wanted to tell her something, he had to do it on his own.
His eyes were still focused on hers and she felt trapped in his intimate gaze. She didn't want to be with him, but somehow her body was drawn to him, unable to walk away.
Gil knew pretty well that their argument was long from over, but something in her appearance gave him hope. She was obviously still upset, but the coldness she'd carried in her words seemed to be disappearing slowly. He'd expected her to leave the room after taking her coffee, but instead she just stood there, looking at him.
He realized it was a bad idea, but he couldn't stay on his chair, he had to be closer to her. Again, she surprised him when she let him come closer and didn't walk away. Standing in front of her with no more then two feet between them, he lost his speaking ability.
Without realizing what he was doing, he gently placed his hand on her cheek. He received an angry look in return, but instead of backing away, she leaned in to his touch, eager to feel more of him, eager to take in more of his scent.
She knew they'd only been standing there for a couple of seconds, but it felt like ten minutes before she had the strength to put her hands on his shoulders, ready to push him away. Her thumb disappeared under his collar and she felt something that hadn't been there before. He never wore jewelry, or at least, not that she'd known of, so her curiosity got the best of her, as she gently pushed the necklace within eyesight with her finger.
The moment he realized she was looking down at his neck, he backed away to hide what he didn't want her to see. It had been too late though; she'd already recognized the thin necklace he was wearing. She'd only seen a couple of links, but it had been enough to know it was hers. It was the only thing she accidentally left behind at his house.
Sara was the first to find her voice back, as Gil stared at her nervously. "You're wearing my necklace." She spoke with him in soft, but firm words, not knowing if she was okay with it yet.
The fact that he was wearing her chain made her feel better, but she still didn't exactly know what to do with it. While looking at him walking away she realized it had to be a good sign though. He wouldn't walk around with her necklace if he didn't feel for her anymore. The possibility was there that he just worn it to remind himself to return it to her, but she was sure he would already have done it by now.
Just seconds after he sat down again, he felt her presence coming closer and she sat down next to him. The situation was pretty awkward, as he didn't know where to look or what to say while she waited patiently for him.
"I'm sorry." He finally started. "I found it on the bedside table and I thought… I just thought it would keep you close to me." After taking a deep breath, he reached for her hand and took it in his. "I'm not ready to let you go yet Sara."
A/N 2: I hope this chapter made sense, I'm a little bit afraid it's OOC, so please let me know! Also, if you have any suggestion's how to proceed Sara and Grissom, let me know! Thanks again for reading!