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The song is by Delta Goodrem, called Butterfly.

Gil Grissom sat in his window looking out at the familiar Tahoe parked next to his. He had a feeling she had been watching him from behind the glass in the interrogation room. It made his admission to the doctor slightly more pressure filled. He knew that there would soon be a migraine. As he sat at the window the words from the CD wafted through the apartment.

I wont hurt you, I'll protect you, I wont let the rain fall down, I'll always be around, and baby I will understand if sometimes you just want to spread your wings and fly, and let your colors shine…….

He felt sick to his stomach. He had managed to hurt her so many times. He would lead her on and then when she would make an advance he would push her away. He couldn't protect her; she had a scar on her hand, seven stitches later, now a painful memory of his stupidity. He was never there for her, and although he thought he understood her needs, he now knew he never knew her at all.

And everyday I wanna be a risk you take, make a promise that will never break for life, you're my butterfly, don't fly away, open my hands your free, praying you'll come back to me, you're my butterfly…….

Sara sat in her Tahoe; she wanted to talk to Grissom about what he said in the interrogation room. She knew the woman looked like her and it kind of creped her out, but she never thought that Grissom would admit his feelings to a complete stranger, because of a complete stranger. She was humming along to the song on the radio when the words registered in her mind.

"God Grissom, if only you knew how badly I want to be a risk you take."

"You know, having your window rolled down in the rain kind of defeats the purpose of having a window."

"Hey Gris, what are you doing here? Wait….never mind, this is your place. Better question, what am I doing here."

"I know why you're here and I just want to say that I'm sorry"

"Grissom you're getting soaked, get in, I'll roll up my window."

He walked around the Tahoe and got in the passengers side.

"You shouldn't be sorry Gris. I was the one eavesdropping."

"I'm sorry because I didn't have the guts to tell you to your face. I knew you were there. I always know when you're around."

He wasn't looking at her face, he couldn't. He finally looked up when he heard a soft whimper.

"Hey honey, don't cry."

"Don't call me honey! Last time you did, I was stupid and ended up asking you out. Do you even remember? I came here to tell you that I'm tired of your games, and to give you a fair warning of the resignation that will be on your desk at the start of shift. Nothing you say or do will change my mind."

All thoughts of her original conversation gone.

I wont forget you, or neglect you, wont let no-one take your place, in your eyes I see my face, and baby do you know that everybody watches, every time you take flight they're blinded by your light, everyday the feelings gonna be the same, I can promise that will never change for life…….

"Maybe this will change your mind"

Grissom captured her lips in a soul searing kiss. He gently pushed her lips apart and let his tongue search her mouth, as if he was processing a crime scene. He regretfully pulled away when he needed air.

"Well, that certainly helps, but a kiss isn't going to make the last three years just disappear."

"I know honey, and I also know that we are going to have to have a long talk. Why don't we go inside, I can get you some coffee or something?"

"I realize that your intentions are of a friend, but it's that offer of something Gris. I want this more than anything but we need to talk with no distractions."

"Sara, as long as I'm around you I will always be distracted, and I hope that just for a moment in time I can make you forget everything."

He leaned over and ran his hand up her inner thigh. He continued a trail of feather light touches up to the zipper on her pants. As he undid them he saw the slightest pink patch of lace.

"Gris, fuck my earlier statement. I want you in your bed. NOW!"

Somehow they managed to get into his townhouse. He carried her to his room and gently laid her on his bed. He took this opportunity to slide her pants down her long legs, leaving her in a, barely there, pink lace thong.

He kissed his way back up her thigh, and trailed his fingers down the lace that was covering her.

"God Sara, you're so wet."

"I…I've…you've always made me wet Gris."

She pushed her hand down to his and encouraged him to enter her.

Grissom felt her need for release, he pushed her thong down and threw it in the rough direction of her pants, he then thrust into her with two fingers.

"Sara……"

"Mmmm……shhhh……..don't talk…..baby…."

Sara didn't want their first time to be about her. She was so close and he was still fully dressed.

"Gris….Gris….I want you inside of me, not your fingers, you."

"Shit Sara, if I had of known this was going to happen I would have been more prepared…"

"I'm on the pill."

That was all he wanted to hear, at least at this moment. He quickly shed his clothes and was hovering over her when he realized that she was still half dressed. He helped her remove her shirt and bra.

"You look beautiful"

"Thanks"

He thrust into her, both needing release. Tonight was for the last three years that he had, in a way, ignored her.

They were both on the edge and with one last thrust they both fell off of it.

Although the song on the radio had long ago ended, Grissom knew that Sara had been, and always would be, his butterfly.

"Sara"

"Hmmm"

"You're my butterfly"