Section 7

"I have problems with commitment, but that's nothing when it comes to you." He whispered against her skin.

Sara breathed in a shaky teary breath and let it out on a sigh. "You would have left if I didn't."

"You don't know that." He told her.

"I do."

"No." He said firmly, pulling back to look into her eyes. "You don't. I may have had bad relationships, attempts at relationships in the past, but they were nothing compared to you."

Sara shook her head and wiped her eyes. "I'm just like them. I'm no different Griss."

"You are. You're so much more." He sighed and pulled her hands from her face to wipe the tears with his thumbs. "I can prove it." He watched a smile break through and spread across her face, making him smile himself.

"Always the scientist." She muttered.

"You are too, you know?" He countered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. He waited and watched her as she stared into his eyes. When she didn't say anything, his smile faded. "You saw it."

Sara's brow furrowed in confusion. "Saw what?"

Grissom pulled his head back slightly. "You saw my proof."

Still confused, Sara tried to figure out what proof he was referring to. "We slept together?" She shrugged. "That's the proof?"

"No." He sighed and shook his head, looking down at her hand he held lightly in his. "It was more than that. You saw it, Sara, I know you did." When she stared at him, he reached up and brushed another stray tear away with his thumb. His eyes locked onto hers, as he took his time wiping the tear away. "It was there, I know you saw it, because you cried." His voice was soft and only just above a whisper.

Sara dropped her eyes from his and reached up to cover his hand. "Is that the proof?"

"What more do you want, because, I've got nothing more to give?"

She ran her fingers over his hand that lay against her cheek almost absently as she stared at his chest. "I don't need anymore than that."

"Then let me take you home." He stressed.

"No."

"Sara, Please."

She sighed and shook her head, reluctantly releasing his hand and stepping back, away from his warmth. "I can't go back. Not now."

"Why? Is it because of Catherine?" Grissom asked, knowing now that he had to get her home. "I've spoken to her."

Sara's head snapped up. "What!?"

Sensing that wasn't the right thing to say, he tried again. "She came by yours after you left. She was banging on the door and demanding to see you."

"Why?" She asked, clearly confused at Catherine's actions.

Grissom shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure. I sort of bit her head off." Seeing Sara's curious questioning eyes, he shrunk, making his shoulders slump. "I was upset and it was a bad time. I was angry too."

Nodding, Sara sighed. "I'm sorry."

"No. You did it. You can't turn back the clocks. I just want to take you home."

"It's not that easy Griss." Sara told him, moving to walk back towards the flat. She hooked her arm with his and turned him so they were walking.

Grissom smiled as she leaned against him as they walked. "I didn't hand your resignation in yet." He got the exact reaction he was sure he would get and it made him laugh. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. "I couldn't do it without finding out what it meant to you."

"It meant everything to me, more than everything." She stressed, pulling on his arms as he wrapped his around her in a warm hug.

"What now?" Grissom asked quietly.

"I'm hungry."

"You have 'any' food in the flat?" He teased.

Sara laughed against his coat and held him tighter, brushing her cheek against his. "Yeah. Curt's got some stir-fry somewhere."

"Hmmm." Grissom moaned at the thought of proper hot food that wasn't from a plane and tasted like cardboard. "I could definitely go for some stir-fry."

"Come on then."

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Curtis looked up as the door opened. "Hey, I was getting worried." He stood and pulled Sara into a tight hug. When he pulled back, he touched her cheek. "You've been crying."

Sara smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm ok though." She turned away and reached out her hand to Grissom. "You got any of that stir-fry left Curt?"

Curtis smiled and nodded. "Sure. I'll put it on."

Grissom shrugged off his coat and helped Sara with hers. "I'm going to wash my face." She said as she reached up and brushed her fingers through his curls. "You need to comb your hair."

"I know." He chuckled, catching her hand as she pulled away. "Can we talk about Catherine later?" He asked seriously. Sara nodded slowly and turned away.

"You want a beer Mr. Grissom?" Curtis asked as Grissom ventured into the kitchen.

"No thanks and call me Gil."

Curtis nodded and pointed to the fridge. "There's juice, milk, coffee, tea... a whole range of drinks to be honest. Help yourself."

Grissom opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Thank you." He said as he unscrewed the cap.

After a few quiet minutes, Curtis had the stir-fry cooking and the smell was reaching out to everyone. Sara had slipped into the kitchen and grabbed at juice as she watched Curtis cook. "You got noodles around this place, bro?"

"Top left." He pointed over his shoulder with a spatula.

Grissom watched her prepare the noodles and set them beside Curtis, who put them on to boil. Sara stepped back and bumped into Grissom. First instinct was to pull away, but Grissom wrapped his arm around her, his hand coming to rest on her stomach. He chuckled when he felt a rumble below his hand. Sara leaned back against him and smiled.

To Be Continued....

[Not much more, I promise. R&R Please.]