Title: You Don't Understand Me

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Grissom and Sara

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Summary: I heard this song from Roxette. It should be Sara's anthem.

Sara quietly drove the dark streets of Vegas. She was making her way to Grissom's townhouse. Earlier that evening, Grissom had called her cell; asking her to bring over a case file to him. Staring at the manila folder on the passenger seat, Sara shook her head. The Walls case had been closed for weeks. ' Why did he ask her to bring it' she thought. The past couple months had past since she asked him out. The refusal made her heart sink every time she the thought rolled about her mind. The tension was still there. She knew it. He knew it. Sometimes it was hard to be in the same room as him. The looks he would give her makes her heart jump. Sara didn't understand if he didn't want her, why the act of desire. Analyzing evidence while he hovered close to her ear was a challenging task. Every time he was close to her, she wanted to wrap her arms around him. Not to mention her legs.

Shaking her thoughts out of her mind, Sara decided she had enough thinking to herself and turned on the radio. A 'Roxette' song blared out of the speakers. The song lyrics seemed to speak to her.

I've been up all night, you're putting up a fight seems like nothing I say gets through

How did this old bed fit a world between you and me?

We said " Good Night" but the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife

We've hit the wall again and there's nothing I can do

You're the one, yea, I put all my trust in your hands

Come on and look in my eyes, here I am, here I am

You don't understand me, my baby

You don't seem to know that I need you so much

You don't understand me, my feelings, the reason I'm breathing, my love

Slamming on the breaks, Sara realized she past up Grissom's house. Quickly turning off the radio, she circled around and found a parking space. The song really distracted her. Swiftly grabbing the manila folder, she headed towards Grissom's door. Raising her hand to knock, the door suddenly opened. Grissom stood in the open doorway, eyes wide.

" Grissom, what's wrong?" Sara asked

" I heard tires squeal, I looked out the window, and saw you car. Are you okay?" Grissom ushered her inside.

" No, No I'm fine. I past up your house. I just turned around."

" Oh" Grissom stated.

" Here's the file you wanted" handing him the yellow folder. " What's up?"

" Nothing I just wanted to check my work" Grissom declared. " Would you like something to drink?"

" Yes. Thank you"

Sara looked around his townhouse. It was neat and organized. She looked at a butterfly poster hanging on the wall. Suddenly a glass appeared in front of her face. Turning around, Grissom stood with two wine glasses.

" Is wine okay?"

" Wine's fine" Sara took one glass, holding it out to be filled. The glass clicked as it meet the neck the bottle. Grissom finished pouring his and took a sip. Sara brought the glass to her lips and captured some liquid in her mouth. She studied him in his home clothes. Grissom wore blue jeans and gray button down shirt. Sara smiled.

" What?" he asked, noticing she was smiling at him.

" Nothing" she watched him walked back to his fridge. Grissom placed the wine bottle back in it's home. Sara followed him and sauntered up behind him. Grissom turned around and met brown eyes.

" Hi"

" Hi Sara. Well, thanks again for the case file" he looked eyes with her

Sara stepped forward, closing the small gap between them. Placing her wine glass on the counter, she gently grazed his arm with her fingers.

" Grissom, Why did you ask me to bring the file to you?"

" I…I needed it" he stumbled over his words.

Running her fingers up and down his arm, " Do you need anything else? "

" Sara.." Grissom softly whispered. The brown eyes over whelmed him. He continued looked at her lips. They were so plump and pink. He watched as she licked her lips. Sara's pink tongued skirted over her pink lips. Grissom wished that tongue as someplace else. Slightly dropping his head, Grissom gathered those plump lips in his. A fire raced through his body. He felt his groin tighten.

Sara gently ran her hands through his graying hair. She felt Grissom's hands run down her waist and smoothly cup her small butt. He spun her around and forced her against the fridge. His fingers worked at her jeans button. Gently, he reached down and stroked her womanly box. It was warm and inviting to the touch. Breaking the kiss, Grissom gazed down at the breathless Sara. Suddenly, the realization hit him. Grissom was in his kitchen with Sara pinned up against his fridge. His employee, his co-worker, his friend.

" This is wrong, Sara."

" What? I thought you wanted this" she said.

" I do, but I can't. I just can't. You are so beautiful. I can't ruin what we have." Grissom explained to her.

" I…I.." she tried to form words.

Grissom backed away from her. " You better go, Sara"

" Okay" Sara said, shaky. Sara buttoned her jeans and walked towards the door, defeated. Sara glanced back at the man with the amazing lips. He looked away from her. The sting of tears blinded her vision. She made her way her car. Opening the door, she jumped inside and started the engine. Looking back at the townhouse, she quickly drove away.

Sara didn't remember the drive home, entering her house, and dragging herself to bed. She lay on the comforter, staring at the ceiling. Glancing at the clock, nine hours and 34 minutes till she had to face Grissom again. Her heart sank and the tears began again.