A/N This is the last chapter. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed it sort of feels that way to me but I wanted to finish it.
The now infamous scene revisited
Grissom sat in his office staring at the door she had just left through. The ad-break and activities of the B-plot suggested a vast amount of time had passed since their confession of love and despite the mound of paperwork on his desk that seemed to multiply faster than bacteria, he found his mind refused to leave the reserve he had set aside for all things Sara Sidle. Why did it take Sara's leaving for him to acknowledge his feelings for her? Moreover, why was he still refusing to do anything about them? Surely those five words he had only just uttered to her in their last scene would lift the burden he felt when considering his relationship with her. But she was leaving. That meant he would not have to face his fears. It also meant he had lost any chance of happiness with her. You check your watch. and realise, yes there is just enough time for something more to happen. Suddenly his face reveals the epiphany he has just reached. He has nothing to lose. This epiphany is accompanied by a scene change in which his car is racing through an uncharacteristic Vegas thunderstorm as he makes his way instinctively to Sara's apartment block. Ah, the long awaited, now infamous scene is now upon us.
He jumps out of his car racing up the stairs through the torrential rain pour not bothering with trivial details, such as locking his car. As he reaches her door, the rush of adrenaline that accompanied him on his drive leaves as suddenly as I appeared, replaced with sever nervousness. He timidly raps his knuckles against the wooden panelling of the door. Upon receiving no response, he turns to leave. A momentary glimmer of the hope of what could be forces him to wait another fraction of a moment. He is rewarded with the slimmer of light that appears as the door cracks open allowing him access to treasure hidden within. Their eyes lock and his heart flutters at the fresh memory of her fierce hug. Fear is the emotion furthest from his mind as they lean in to experience the electricity of their first physical encounter. You are relieved to find the scene neither fades nor changes.
The chaste contact that has been burned into our minds ends as Grissom searches Sara's eyes for permission to continue to nurture the need buried deep within them both. The look of resignation that accompanies the passion and desire is enough to make him pull away. Sara's gaze drops to her feet. He has told he is not going to stop her from leaving and she is unsure what to expect from this encounter. He removes his hand from behind her back, where it has surreptitiously been coaxing an outbreak of Goosebumps by drawing lazy circles and brings it her face to cup her chin. It was time for another uncharacteristic explanation of emotion.
' Sara, I don't want you to leave but I don't want to stop you. I want to come with you. I don't want to pressure you. I have a lot of vacation time saved up. Can we try and start over. I've wasted so much time. I'm so sor...'
His apology is cut off by her mouth attempting to devour his. After an undeterminable length of time, they are forced by the need for oxygen to break contact. With their foreheads touching and their arms in a lover's embrace, they realise what they have always subconsciously been aware, "All things come to him who waits, provided he knows what he is waiting for." And they now knew what they had been waiting for.
The scene fades to black and the ad for next weeks episode plays followed by the credits. you can hardly believe the hour is over.