Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.

A/N: You don't want to know at what time this story came to me. I needed to write it down. It's a Sara POV.

Pairing: N/S

He sees me

I am trying to gather the courage to enter his office. I have passed it approximately a hundred times by now. I have no idea how he feels about me, so I have no idea how he will react to my announcement. I think I'm generally clueless when it comes down to Grissom and what he is thinking. Nick asked if he should come along. I told him "no". I told him I should do this alone, because of my history with Grissom. He asked me what history. That made me smile, because he is right there was no history just a fiction of my imagination.

I know Nick's offer to go with me was something more than him just wanting to be supportive. It is quite comforting to know that I'm not the only one with doubts and insecurities in this relationship. He has them too, more than he likes to admit and sometimes more than I want him to have. I know that in times when things get tough, like right now, he slips into this insecurity mode and nothing I say or do can convince him he is not my second choice. There was no such choice to begin with, but the choice I did make, the one I made subconsciously, namely falling for Nick fast and hard is one I do not regret.

That's why I'm standing in front of Grissom's office right now. I need to let him know because it is the decent thing to do. When I'm honest that's not the real reason I suddenly decided to go public with our relationship. I decided, because Nick never got to have a say in it.

The fact I love saying his name made me decide we have to let people in on our secret. I love using his name in every sentence my brain forms. I love the way it rolls of my tongue, the way it makes my vocal cords vibrate. So before one of us makes a slip of the tongue, a choice of words you can interpret in multiple ways with us, we have to tell them.

I step into his office. He looks up and the look on his face tells me he already knows what I have come to do. I'm trying to find the words to start, but he beats me to it. "Why?" He asks me. I'm confused. I certainly didn't expect him to ask me that. There is a short and long answer to that question and I have to fight the urge to go with the really childish short one: "Because".

The long answer doesn't want to come together coherently in my brain. The fact that he is studying me like I'm some bug underneath the microscope doesn't make it any better.

My mouth opens involuntarily and I hear words spilling out of it I'm not sure were formed by my own speech center. "He sees me, he really sees me and he works hard to get to know me."

He redirects his gaze to some point behind me. I know the technique. I have used it many times. "You could have told me."

His statement is confusing at first, but my Grissom translation area in my brain has started to kick in. I know he means I should have made myself visible to him, I should have made him want to know me.

"If you wanted to I would have. Nick wanted to."

He simply nods at this statement. I think the conversation just ended with this nod. I think I made it the ending of this conversation because I slowly start to back away out of his office. Before I leave it entirely I hear him softly whisper "Be happy". I can't help whispering back "You too".

I'm not sure he knows I have heard him or if he has heard me, but that's okay. Things will be okay.

END