HI....I really needed to write something....so I am doing just that....writing something... I just finished watching the season finale for Season 4, so that's what I decided to call this one, SEASONS FINALE. It's my first one, so please be kind, but if you review, please be honest.....

I don't own anything, especially these characters, if I did, I definatly would be seeing my ideas on the screen, but I am oh-so-content with this.....

5-20-02

She sat in the passenger's seat of his company Denali, her left arm resting on the console, his fingers entwined around hers. Since they had walked out the front doors of the police station, his hand had only left hers once, when he had opened the door to get into the vehicle. They had not said one word to each other since they had left, she was afraid to hear what he was thinking, and he was afraid to say it. He didn't want to take the chance that it would come out the wrong way. He snuck a glance at her, her eyes were focused even more than his on the road, and before he knew what he was doing, he opened his mouth.

"Sara--"

"Please don't." She cut him off with a choked voice. For a slight second, he was afraid that he had done the wrong thing by trying to talk, especially when she slid her fingers out of his grasp. He realized that he was wrong a second later when she leaned over and laid her head onto the middle console. Now his fingers found themselves entwined in her hair, softly massaging her head as she fought back the tears.

She had been fine until they had gotten into the Denali, and ever since, she was fighting back the tears of embarassment. She kept asking herself why she hadn't listened to Brass when he had offered his advice a couple of weeks ago. She was so ashamed that he had to find out this way, rather that he had to find out at all. She couldn't bear to think what he thought of her now that he knew this. She kept praying that it was all a horribly bad dream, and that she'd wake up at any moment, shaken, but comfortably in her own bed. It was at that thought that the tears started to flow, she didn't sob, just couldn't stop the watering.

"I'm sorry." She closed her eyes, and started to allow herself to drift off, not noticing that he was heading towards his townhouse, away from her apartment.

"Hey," He said and she pulled her head up right before she drifted of to sleep. He decided that he couldn't have the least bit of insecurity in his voice when he said the next words. "You have two options."

She looked at him, for the first time, he could almost see the fear in her face for what he was about to say, so he slightly smiled, an attempt to make her relax a bit.

"Number 1, We stop by my place and I grab a change of clothes so we relax at your place, or Number 2, I quickly make a U-turn, we pick up some of your clothes, and you come stay by me. It's your call."

"Gil," She hadn't used his first name in quite a while. "I don't know what to do about this, I mean, this isn't the way I wanted this to happen."

"I'm not leaving you alone," There was no question in the way that he said the words.

"My place is a mess."

"So then I assume that you're going with number 2."

"I didn't want you to think of me this way."

"I don't think that of you, and I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't ok," She put her hand into his once more. "Um, Sara, I need both my hands."

She was caught off-guard, until she realized that he meant to turn around and head back towards her apartment. He replaced his hand into hers once he had turned the wheel. There were no intentions of anything happening, he just knew what he had to do about 'this'. And for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to let fear of the unknown stop him.