Thanks for all your reviews, you guys are the best. The song is 'If You're Not The One' by Daniel Benningfield

Chapter Four

Sara sat bolt upright as Grissom pulled the Tahoe out of the car park. Her mind screamed at her to say something, but what could she say that wouldn't get her into more trouble? Nervously, she began to drum her fingers against her thigh, hoping that this nightmare would soon be over.

"You okay?" Grissom asked suddenly, sensing her discomfort.

"Me?" she asked quickly, alarm rising in her voice. "Um, yeah…fine."

"You seem a little…tense."

"No, no. I'm okay, really." Turning to look out of the window, she felt her body begin its slow but steady trembling that was raging throughout her. She felt Grissom shift beside her and reach out to turn on the radio. Soft music filled the silence and she found herself relax with the welcoming distraction.

"And now we have a request from a woman who asked me to play a song for two very special people she works with. She wants you both to get your head out of the microscope, whatever that means guys,  it doesn't sound healthy so I suggest you do what the little lady asks!"

Grissom gasped when he heard the same description uttered by Catherine not that long ago. Glancing at Sara, he gulped nervously. She hadn't seemed to notice the voice on the radio, or perhaps she had but was refusing to acknowledge it.

"Okay, this is for all you love birds out there tonight…" Strums of soft music started to play and Grissom found himself increasingly torn as the lyrics started to fill the air around them.

"If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today…

If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?

If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?

If you are not mine then would I have the strength to stand at all?"

Sara sat up a little in her seat, the words screaming into her heart. Was this fate or something?

Grissom's mind was racing as the lyrics hit him full on and he made a quick decision that could either heal them or cause the rift between them to widen. Turning off of the main road, he headed down towards the Lake, intent on having this thing between the two of them out in the open once and for all.

Sara didn't seem to notice that they were heading towards Lake Mead, her heart still thumping wildly as she listened to the lyrics that could have been written for her and Grissom.

"I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with."



I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?



Sara's eyes filled with tears as she finally focused on the surrounding trees that they were passing. Gulping visibly, she turned to catch a glimpse of Grissom beside her and could see his taut muscles, knowing that he too felt the sting of truth from the lyrics that surrounded them. Leaning forward, she reached out a hand to switch off the radio but his voice stopped her.

"No, leave it on."

"If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

Grissom's resolve was quickly slipping away with every new verse of the song and he couldn't remember why he was fighting her.


"I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true

We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life."

"Grissom," she whispered hoarsely, the ache in her heart becoming almost unbearable.

Bringing their Tahoe to a stop beside the lake, he finally turned to face her. "Shhh," he whispered, his own voice dragging out from his lips.

Sara closed her eyes as the song on the radio continued, the words reaching down into her soul, speaking their empty love to her alone. She couldn't do this anymore. Unclipping her seat belt, she threw open the door and bolted from the Tahoe, her need to escape both Grissom and the haunting melody spurring her on.

Grissom swallowed the lump down in his throat as he unclipped his seatbelt and opened the door to follow her. The man's voice continued with his words of love, filtering through the cold night air.

"I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?"

Sara stood with her back to the intruding words, their unspeakable truth breaking her heart all over again. She should have gone to work and refused to attend the stupid party. If she hadn't gone then none of this would be happening now.

"Sara," Grissom whispered, reaching out a hesitant hand to touch her shoulder.

"'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
' Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side."

"I can't take this any more," she whispered brokenly, wrapping her arms around her stomach, blocking out as much of the song as she could from her mind.

"I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?"

"He's right," he whispered, reaching for her with his other hand so he could turn her around to face him. "The words are right."

Sara's eyes closed with his touch, shaking her head defiantly. "No more Grissom. I can't."

Another song came on the radio, this time a warm wordless melody filling the air around them. "Dance with me?"

"What?" she asked in a whisper, "I don't think I heard you right, did you just ask me…?"

"Yes, you heard right." Stepping forward, he closed his fingers around one of her hands and pulled her into his body. Both of them felt the jolt of electricity course between them as their bodies came into close contact. The moment he had her in his arms he knew that this was what he had been waiting for. He was home, she was home to him. It felt so incredibly right to have her in his arms.

Sara was confused. She too felt the connection between them. She'd also known it was there and how powerful it was. Although everything felt so wonderful she didn't want to give too much. He could still be playing games with her. Grissom felt Sara tense and it hurt him. He wanted her to feel safe, to feel comfortable. "Relax, Sara. I'm sorry for hurting you."

She wanted so much to believe him, to trust him, but it was hard. Eventually she couldn't deny her body's reaction to his words any longer. She relaxed and suddenly felt safe in his arms.

"I'm sorry for everything, Sara. I'm sorry I pushed you away. Holding you like this makes me realize how right this is. I've tried so hard to ignore my feelings but there was no use." He grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart. "You've always been here, from the very first time I laid my eyes on you."

Sara laid her head on his chest. His words had real impact on her. She couldn't fight him anymore, she wanted this too much. She felt Grissom pulling away, immediately thinking he had been playing with her again. She was wrong. What she saw in his eyes told her everything. She saw love, passion, concern and even a small current of fear. He cradled her head in his hands and touched her lips with his. The jolt of electricity from the embrace was nothing compared to the electricity that they both felt as their lips touched. Grissom soon deepened the kiss, wanting to convince her that he was serious about this. He wanted to show her how much he wanted and needed her.

Sara was the one to pull away this time. Not because she didn't want to continue but because she did need to breathe. They stood there with their foreheads against each other, both catching their breath.

"Are you okay with this?" Grissom was the first to speak.

Sara nodded. How could she not be okay with this; this was all that she wanted. Grissom pulled her back in his arms. He kissed her, this time a slow, tender kiss that told Sara how he felt about her.

"We have to go to work, Sara." He said as he reluctantly pulled away.

Sara sighed. She hated that word at this moment. "I know."

"Shall we?" He asked as he took her hand to walk her to the car.

tbc