Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, even though they are not mentioned by name in this story, they are still recognizable and they still don't belong to me, but to their creators.
A/N: I haven't seen all of season four yet, but I can tell you that I hate the way Grissom is treating Sara, pushing her away, pulling her back. This is also the reason I just totally love Sara/Nick fanfics (and the reason I became a Sara/Nick shipper, beside the fact I think they would be a cute couple). This story is my way to get rid off the frustrations I have regarding the G/S storyline, which doesn't mean I do not like Grissom. I'm just annoyed by the storyline.
Pairing: N/S: maybe it is not really clear, but the conversation is between Grissom and Sara and the pairing indeed is Sara and Nick.
Not mine to give (Too little, too late)
"It's not mine to give," she told him.
Confusion had spread across his face.
"I do not understand, what's not yours to give?" he replied.
"My heart." she softly said.
"I gave it away and it is his to keep, forever as far as I am concerned," she continued.
Hurt had replaced confusion.
"Don't you think it is fair to us, to him, to find out what this is about?" he desperately tried to reason with her.
Anger became visible in her eyes
"He actually tried to convince me I had to try to find out what this is!" she said trying to regain the calmness in her voice.
"I didn't want to hear about it, because it wouldn't be fair to him. And it wouldn't be fair to me. By the time you would have figured out what this is, it would be too little, too late."
"Too late." he mumbled. She had warned him it would be too late.
"How could it be too late so soon?" he said just loud enough for her to hear.
"It was too late the second I said it would be too late," she said
"So you moved on," he said trying to keep the long hidden emotions out of his voice.
"And you moved over. Giving him room to move in, claiming the place in my life, my heart you don't have a claim to today," she responded.
"No regrets?" he had to try one more time.
"He gave me his as well, you know."
Once again he looked confused
"His heart that is."
A/N The story has two titles, which is mainly because I couldn't choose. The story started out as "not mine to give" in my head and then when I started writing it, it had the title "too little, too late", but when I finished it I thought "not mine to give" was more appropriate. In the end though I had to give the story both titles. Decision making is not my strong point:-)