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Grissom's flight was not until noon. He would have made it earlier but he needed to be fully prepared. He backed his bags for a long stay. I long stay with Sara Sidle.

He also used the time to figure out what exactly he should do upon seeing his love. The first option and almost his favourite but oddly his least was to just kiss her. He wanted to feel that kiss again. He could imagine dieing right after their lips parted and dieing happy.

He would have to die at that moment to remain happy for Sara would not react well to that approach. She was in pain and his kiss would only his sooth pains. Sara would want a hug, and hug would mean love much more than a lusty kiss.

So he would hug her. And then what?

Gil had packed his bags, slept, driven to the airport, and checked his bags but still he only knew he would hug her. He had a lot to think about as he got closer and closer to the moment when he would hold Sara and then do something great.

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Sophia could see the wall clock from the position she was on the bed. She was facing the wall with her back turned toward the woman she absolutely adored. Her back only an inch from Sara yet it felt like a grand distance.

The wall clock read eleven thirty four. There was no way Sara had slept so much. She had to be awake Sophia thought. But she dared not move. She had no idea how awkward this morning would be.

Since Sophia had nothing else to do she thought about thanksgiving and the morning after. She had lay in this same position that morning. Her back turned from the person who only hours ago so much enjoyed the way she held them. On thanksgiving she had gotten frustrated with laying in thought. She arose and acted as if the past would never affect the way she carried herself.

She couldn't do that now. Everything Sara did affected her. She could hardly pretend that Sara did not affect her in the lab. She'd seen Catherine look at her and observe the way she starred at the brunette. She'd cried in the locker room once after receiving a cold hit from Sara. She'd been affected every single day she saw that beautiful woman, and now that she had somewhat admitted it, she was not going to pretend. But she wasn't going to move either.

Sara in the same position as Sophia was in – in thoughts – of Gil Grissom. She thought about her drunken night. She did not clearly remember the bar or how they got home. But inside the apartment she could see clearly. Him in her body, him holding her, him coming inside her, and him so happy when she told him she loved him. His smile was so big that Sara had to kiss it. She wondered what his reply would have been if she had not wanted his lips so much.

The morning after she awoke before he did. She'd felt happy for only a second, for it became clear to her that she had not made love with Grissom. She had not even had sex with him. They fucked. His clothes were still on, hers not. Both of them had been wasted. She'd screamed she loved him as she climaxed, in no way should that have counted. She had always pictured telling him she loved him while holding his hand and not in a frenzy of sex and liquor. She had imagined him actually saying he loved her and saying it first and it being her that replied and while holding his hand and not as they fucked.

She had cried for a slow but short moment in his arms and then she pulled away from him. She had cursed herself for ruining things and cursed herself for falling so easily in bed with him. She felt like a slut again. The slut who got drunk and stripped her clothes for men with small qualities Grissom possessed. She'd done the same for Grissom that night. She had been the one to undress, and ask him to join her in bed, and scream she loved him. It has not only that she had bedded Grissom that pissed her off. She had also forgiven him for choosing Nick over her. When he had refused to promote her, she promoted him to lover.

That morning with much anger she turned her back towards Grissom. And quickly found rest way from that mans arms. She knew she would probably forgive him for the night. And she would forgive herself for her actions. But she would not wake before he did – it was his turn to act.

This had worked for her that morning. Grissom was the first to move and quick to excuse himself. He left within five minutes of waking. However this morning Sophia was not getting up. She was breathing as if she was awake, but she was not moving.

For some reason Sara smiled at the thought of Sophia laying on her side acting naturally stubborn. Her bold eyes probably wide yet not alert. Her hands clapped together and holding her head like a pillow. That is how Sara pictured the blonde laying wake staring at the wall. Sara ran this image in her eyes over and over knowing where she had gotten such a beautiful picture.

The night before Sophia lay so calmly in the same peaceful position but instead she looked at Sara. Her bold eyes were wide like Sara pictured but they did not stare dull. They looked upon Sara like no eyes had ever watched her.

Sara stirred her position by moving onto her back. Her shoulder came in contact with Sophia. A shiver ran down the blondes back and Sara felt it.

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