Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.

Sorry for such a lack of updates lately, this weekend should provide me with an opportunity to work on maybe one or two more chapters. I have no idea where this is going, but we'll just wait and see.

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"What could you possibly want, Grissom?" Catherine snapped at Grissom.

"Catherine, it's OK--" Sara interrupted, worrying about what Catherine's next actions might be.

"No Sara!" she yelled, swinging her arm around to release herself of Sara's grasp. "No, Sara," she continued, lowering her voice, "It wasn't right. What he did to you, your wedding. It wasn't right."

"I know I was wrong, Catherine, but I came here to apologize. And I wondered.. hoped.. that you would come downstairs and talk to me," he said, his eyes drifting from Catherine to Sara. "Please, Sara?"

"Fine," she said, slipping on her sneakers.

"Honey, you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to," Nick said, finally stepping in.

""It's OK, I'll be right back," she said, as Grissom opened the door to the hallway.

"We'll be right back."

"Whoa!" the remaining three heard from Grissom's room.

"What the hell was that?" Catherine said, still annoyed with the way Grissom had brushed her off.

"Sounded like.." Warrick began.

"Never fear! Greggo is here!" Greg said, appearing in the doorway that led to Grissom's room.

"Oh Lord," Nick said in a low voice.

"This is going to be a long night," Warrick said, walking over to where Nick was standing.

Greg ran back into the hotel room and jumped on the bed. "Dude, this room is huge!"

"Very long," Catherine added.

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As they went into a downstairs coffee shop, Grissom found a table and two chairs for him and Sara to sit in.

"How about here?" he questioned.

"Sure."

"Sara, I just wanted to say--."

"No, Grissom. I'm going to talk first," she said, not wanting to miss out on her opportunity to speak her mind. "I just have one question for you."

"Alright."

"What did you think you would accomplish by ruining my wedding? What was running through your head? Did you think that I would leave Nick at the alter, someone whose loved me through and through, and run away with you?" she said, shaking her head as she thought of any possible answer to any of the questions. She paused.

"What could you have possibly been thinking?" she said, almost a whisper.

"I don't know, Sara. I don't have a logical or levelheaded reason to any of your questions," he paused.

"What did you think would have happened? You'd sweep me off my feet, and we'd live happily ever after?"

"Sara, I wasn't thinking," he said, becoming uncomfortable as she raised her voice and people began to look their way.

"Well that was pretty obvious, Gris," she said, practically yelling.

"Sara, calm down. Please, just--"

"No! Grissom, you can't expect to walk in and out of my life. You just can't expect me to wait around forever until you're good and ready to love me the way Nick does," she said, jumping out of her seat. "I want you to stay out of my personal life. From now on, a personal relationship between us doesn't exist. We're co-workers. Not friends. Co-workers."

"Sara, if you'd just listen.."

"No, Grissom! I won't listen because I don't want to. I don't have to listen. This is what I'm talking about," she said, suddenly becoming very aware of the coffee drinkers sitting around them and glancing at her like she had three heads. She returned to her seat. "This isn't the way things are going to happen. I'm someone who works with you. You're my boss. That's all."

"Please."

"No, Grissom. I can't."

"Yes, you can," he said, reaching out for her hand as they rested on the table top.

As soon as his fingertips brushed against her hand, she pulled back and jumped back out of her seat. "See? That," she said, moving her hands about, "that can't happen. I'm married," she said, holding up her left finger. "I'm married to Nick. I'm his wife. I love Nick. I… I don't love you anymore, Grissom," she said, turning around and walking towards the elevator, praying that Grissom wasn't behind her.

"Sara! Sara, wait!" he said, getting up out of his seat and going after her.

"Sir? Sir, you need to pay for these coffees," a young blonde woman said, coming out from behind a store counter.

"Shit, alright," Grissom said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out some cash. "Here, is that enough?"

"Yes, sir," she said, collecting the money off the table and returning to her spot behind the register.

"Sara?" Grissom said, looking around to see what direction she had gone. When he saw her waiting impatiently for the elevator, he ran towards her. Just as he approached her, the doors open, and she practically ran inside. "Sara, wait," he said, holding the door open so he could enter the elevator.

"Goddammit, Grissom! Can't you just leave me alone?" she said, moving as far away as possible from him.

"No, Sara. We need to talk."

"We just did, Gris. I talked, and you listened."

"Sara, come on. You know that we can't just--."

"Yes we can, Grissom. I don't want any sort of relationship with you except that of boss and employee. Why can't you understand that?"

"Because I want more, Sara."

"Well, I'm sorry. Damn it, Grissom. So many years I spent harboring some stupid school-girl crush on you, and the second I decide that maybe you aren't right for me and I move on, you suddenly decide that you want a relationship with me," she exclaimed, startling the other elevator passengers. "Sorry," she quickly apologized. An older women, in her mid-60s, nodded, assuming they were a young couple trying to figure out love.

"Sara, you don't understand. You don't love Nick."

"What?" Sara cried out, wishing that the elevator would move faster. "Now you're telling me who to love? What is this, Grissom? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't and maybe I don't want it to. I don't want to understand this. Whatever this is. Just leave me alone," she said, getting off at a floor that wasn't hers. Before the doors shut behind her, she turned around to a dumfounded Grissom. "Please."

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