Sara's heart had doubled it's speed in a matter of three seconds. Calm down Sara. It isn't what you think.

"Hmmm? I'm sorry, what?"

"Well…. you can't get into your apartment without keys and you have to go somewhere," said Grissom with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Sara decided playing it cool was probably her best option.

"That's what locksmith's are for. You know, unlocking………..doors."

All at once Grissom seemed to fall back into his trance again as he dropped his head and lost her gaze.

"Right," he whispered as he turned to leave.

Then again maybe playing it cool wasn't such a good thing.

"Wait Gris," Sara said as she reached out and gently touched his arm.

Grissom looked at his arm where she had touched him. He could still feel her there even though she had pulled back the second her hand made contact with his bare skin. Did he repulse her that much, he wondered.

She found his eyes again

"You're right. I really need to rest. I've got a change of clothes in my locker. I'll get it and meet you down in the parking lot."

Grissom paused for a second, giving her a chance to change her mind. God how he prayed she wouldn't. He just wanted to be near her. He wouldn't even touch her. If he could just look at her even…………

"Ok…………I'll be outside then."

Grissom left and Sara feared she might collapse. She sat down on the bench in front of her locker. Wasn't this what she always wanted. If she was honest with herself she would admit that Grissom was and always has been her main objective. When he called her in San Francisco she had this same feeling and many times since he had made her heart race to the point of exhaustion, although she doubted he ever noticed. Maybe this was just another one of those times when he would make her crazy for him and then act like there was never anything between them. She couldn't do that again. She was past that now and yet here she was putting herself in that same old position again. Sara didn't know why she was doing this but since she had stood behind that glass and listened to his confession of sorts she had realized that maybe she had gotten it wrong all this time. Maybe Grissom was just as scared as she was. She had always thought him oblivious but now……….she didn't know but this time she was going to find out.

Grissom's head throbbed as he waited for Sara in his car. He rested his head on the seat and closed his eyes. This woman had such a hold on him and this Debbie case had just strengthened her grip. That case should have been a warning to him that this was a bad idea but he was definitely not Lurie and Sara wasn't Debbie. He would never hurt Sara like that. Or would he? Grissom thought opening his eyes. You don't have to kill her to hurt her, thought Grissom. All the possibilities were too much for his aching head to process. What would he do if she touched him again? Which would hurt her more, him pulling away or him risking it all and giving in? And what about him? Would she hurt him? If they made love tonight could they work together tomorrow? Making love? thought Grissom. Who said anything about making love? All he wanted to do was look at her for a while longer. It was harmless, right?

Just then Sara opened the door and slid in.

"Ready," she said with a smile.

The drive to Grissom's apartment was quiet. Which was bad. It gave them both too much time to think about what they were doing and what could go wrong.

 Sara was anxious to see what Grissom's apartment looked like now. It had been so long. She wondered if it had changed. She knew his office hadn't.  It still had the same bugs and spiders that seemed to consume his life. Maybe if his apartment had changed………..

What am I doing, thought Sara. Am I really going to base my idea of him on whether his apartment has been redecorated lately.

When they arrived Grissom was all gentleman, opening her car door and guiding her with his hand on her back up the flight of stars. You would think we were lovers on our way to some secret love nest, thought Sara. Was that what this was? Sara's heart begin to pound again as Grissom unlocked the door.

The apartment was just what she expected. It hadn't changed a bit. There was that couch. It still didn't look any more comfortable to Sara than it did when she had seen it nearly four years ago. Then there was that hand sculpture and of course the spider tank. It was all the same and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe this should tell her something. Sara was lost in her own thoughts trying to sort out everything about this man she had spent years idolizing.

Grissom immediately noticed her preoccupation with her surroundings.

"I know it's probably not what you're used to Sara but maybe you can be comfortable here for one night."

"No it's great," said Sara turning to face him. "I was just noticing how nothing has changed."

One night, thought Sara. He said one night.

Grissom looked embarrassed as he ducked his head.

"Well, you know me Sara, spiders and work are my life."

A beat passed between them before Sara quietly answered……….

"Yeah Gris……..I do know."

Another beat passed between them as Grissom slowly walked over to where Sara stood. He was so close now Sara could feel his warm breath on her face. His soft blue eyes dropped from hers to  rest on her chest where he fingered the silver pendant she was wearing.

Sara's breath caught in her throat as his fingers stroked her skin. It never ceased to amaze her what an innocent touch from him could do to her body.

"Where did you get this?" he whispered.

Sara wondered if she should tell him the truth. Hank had given it to her. She definitely didn't have any real feelings for Hank, she never did but she had loved the necklace. It was just her style, simple.

"Someone gave it too me."

He was so close now. Sara could swear she could feel his lips on her neck.

"A boyfriend?" asked Grissom as he continued to examine the silver disc with his fingers.

"Yes, but…………"

"But?"

Grissom dropped the pendant and looked back to Sara's face. He was still so close and Sara could feel the heat of his body.

"But…………I didn't love him," she whispered.

Grissom moved his hand at his side to gently brush her arm.

"Have you ever been in love Sara?"

Oh God, What was he doing to her? Sara thought as she closed her eyes and involuntarily leaned in even closer to the object making her crazy.

Grissom puts his hands on her waist and their bodies came together so perfectly. This felt so right, thought Grissom. This was where he belonged, with her, always with her. He sighed in to her hair and closed his eyes.

"I'm in love now."