A/N: This is my last chapter for this story. There may be an epilogue, I don't know yet. As always, thanks for the kind reviews. I hope you enjoyed the story and this final chapter.
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She kissed him.
She gasped as she pulled away.
Grissom looked as shock as she did.
They both looked around and all eyes were on them – including Brass and the devil. Her co-workers gaped at them, not believing what they just saw.
Sara looked back at Grissom who was already looking at her. He smirked at her and turned to the rest. "Get back to work." At that, everyone went back to their work as if nothing had happened.
Her hand touched his chest as Brass and the devil walked by. Just touching him was sending vibes through her veins. The sensation was unbearable; it was making her knees weak. Of course, it could have been the way the devil was looking at her. He smiled at her mischievously, knowing at any minute she was going to break down. But she wouldn't let that happened, she cried too much because of him. She wanted to stand proud, letting him know he didn't get to her.
Yet, he did.
She cried happily into Grissom's embrace as the devil walked out of view.
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Two Months Later
Sitting on Sara's black couch, Grissom looked at his watch.
"Are you ready?" Grissom asked, impatiently.
"Almost!" Sara called out as she closed her bedroom door to get a little privacy.
They were going on their first date together. After the kiss, Sara had to quit and move into a different crime lab. Farther away from Grissom but it had to be done. It was one of the rules, no personal relationship with any of your co-workers. Especially if it was your supervisor. Grissom volunteer to move out but Sara thought it wasn't a good idea since he was the supervisor. He insisted to pay for the flight and everything. She had told him that she wasn't going to move to a different state, just another town. He had smile and kissed her once more.
Something red caught his eye.
She stepped out of her bedroom, wearing a red dress and red sandals. Her hair was up and to him; she looked like the most beautiful woman that ever lived.
"Well," she began. "how do I look?"
Grissom stood up and realize he had been holding his breath.
"Beautiful." he said, letting out his air. She smiled and thanked him.
"I left my purse in my bedroom," she said, almost forgetting the gun she had in it. She kept it with her at all times, now.
He nodded and she went.
She stopped in her tracks as she reached the bed. She looked down and saw a piece of glass from the living room window. She thought she had cleaned it all up. Beside, what is it doing in here? She hadn't seen it when she got dress.
She went to court last month to testify. For some reason the evidence wasn't good enough and he walked out a free man. A free man, she thought. She shuddered at the thought he could be in her house. Or is he?
She grabbed her purse and took out the gun. Without getting Grissom or telling him, she snooped around her room.
She looked under the bed and in her closet. He was nowhere to be found.
Only she hadn't checked her bathroom, yet. The bathroom joined into her room.
She opened it slowly, her breathing getting heavy. She felt like she was going to cry but this time, she wouldn't. She wouldn't dare cry.
She stepped into the bathroom and notice right away that the tub was overflowing behind the shower curtain. She took a shower, not a bath.
She gently pulled back, ready to shoot.
She didn't see anything; she turned her head quickly each way before realizing Grissom hadn't even spoken to her.
She rushed through her bedroom into the living room.
Grissom laid their, spread out on the floor. She whimpered as she got down to her knees. Not knowing if he was dead or not.
She shook him hard and then slapped his face. No reaction. She hoped to god that he was just unconscious.
She didn't find any blood on him which was a good sign, she thought.
She heard footsteps on the kitchen floor. As she knew who it was, she stood up without turning her head.
"Miss me?" he said, quietly.
"Oh, yeah." she said, sarcastically.
He still stood where he was.
"I'm sure you're going to start crying any moment now," he said with a laugh. "But before you do, I got to ask, are you really going to shoot me?" He laughed once more.
With the gun in her hand, she turned around quickly. She stared at him before raising her arm to aim at him.
He spread his arms out. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?"
"I'm waiting for you to start crying."
He scoffed.
She shot at him once.
"Aw, it hurt doesn't?" she asked, watching him tip over. He grabbed his upper arm, his mouth gapping at her, his eyes popping out. "How do you think I felt after you were finish with your 'game'? She walked closely to him. As she was about to shoot him again, he fell completely to the ground.
"I'm finish playing with your 'game'." she said in disgust. "It's my turn, now."
"Why don't you just shoot me and get it over with?" he said as he struggled to pulled himself up against the lower kitchen cabinet.
"Aw, now, that wouldn't be much fun." she said with a laugh of her own. "I want you to suffer like you made me suffer."
He begged her to end his misery with his eyes.
"Do it!" he shouted.
"Don't yell, don't talk, don't you even say a word." she said, as she remembered him saying it to her when she was little.
"Does that sound familiar to you?" she asked, as she kneeled down next to him.
"I am unharmed and can't be seen... I am unharmed and can't been seen..." he said, coughing. "Does that sound familiar to you?" he asked with a smirk.
She stared at him before spitting right in his face.
"How dare you say that." she said, quietly. "It's my game, remember? You play by my rules, now."
He wiped the spit from his face as he tried to rise up, but couldn't.
"You're not going anywhere." she said as she pulled him down and slammed him in the cabinets.
He groaned in pain. She could tell he wasn't going to move for a while.
"What are you waiting for, huh? For your boyfriend to wake up, who by the way, is dead." He said, laughing.
She knew he was bluffing.
"Actually, I'm waiting for you to cry." she said, matter-of-factly. "Go on, I have all night."
He chuckled. "Why do you want to see me cry? Does it turn you on?"
If it wasn't for Grissom moaning on the other side of the room, she would have really killed him.
She turned her head.
"Grissom, are you alright?"
He groaned some more before responding. "I think so. Sara, he's in the house. Come over here."
"I know he is; I shot him."
"Yeah, but didn't kill me." He said, rolling his eyes. "Pathetic."
She turned back to him, ready to kill him. She stood up and backed away from him. Raising her arms like she did last time.
"Sara," Grissom said as he walked over to her, rubbing his head. "Don't kill him, we will make sure he goes to jail and rots there till he dies."
Sara slowly moved her arms to her side and dropped the gun. Before she turned away, she kicked him as hard as she could on his side. He cursed at her as she walked away.
She stopped and turned around, seeing Grissom standing, hovering over him. He looked at him in disgust as if he was going to kill him with his bare hands. She saw the devil, holding onto his life as if he was already burning in hell. He looked at her, with tears in his eyes.
In those eyes, she could see a hurt, tired, and broken inside child. She wanted him to make him feel like she did when she was little. How he played his 'game' constantly every night.
She was finished playing both games.
She turned around from where she started and headed for her room. This time she didn't cry nor whimper because of him. She knew he was going to die sooner than he expected.
When she reached her room, she picked up the telephone and called Brass.