Santa is still being stingy... so I still own nothing :( I'm sad
Neither one of them could concentrate on the scene at hand. They kept stealing glances at each other. He kept wondering why she would have given him the poem and she kept wondering if he read the poem.
Sara was sitting in the DNA lab waiting for Greg to finish with her stuff when Grissom popped up behind her. "Sara?" He asked. She turned around and saw him with bags in his hands. He started walking towards his office so she followed. After she walked in, he shut the door behind her. "I figured you wouldnt want to eat in a public place... I mean we do have a lot to talk about." He said as he pulled out a salad and handed it to her.
"I'm sorry Gil... I dont know what you are talking about." Sara said opening the plastic bowl.
"I like it when you do that." He said. She looked at him curiously. "When you call me Gil. I mustve heard a million people call me that before. But when you say it... its... I just like it."
"Whats going on Gr... Gil?" Sara asked.
"I think I finally figured it out." He said taking a bite of his own salad.
"Oh you did? What did you figure out?" She asked.
"What to do?" He said.
This was driving Sara crazy. "OK, Joker, I'll play. What to do about what?"
"Us." Simple. He just spit it out.
Sara almost choked on the mouth full of garden in her mouth. "Us?" She finally managed.
"Yeah. Us." He said in a soft, almost growl. He stood up and walked over towards her. He took her fork and bowl and set them on the desk. Squatting down in front of her he took her hands and looked into her eyes. "Could you ever forgive me for being such an egomanical entomologist?" The phrase was funny but his look was serious.
"Gil. I dont know." His head fell. "No look at me." She said cupping his chin. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment but the fact of the matter is that..." She dropped off. She stood up and walked over to the couch.
"What Sara? Tell me what I can do to get my best friend back." Gil said walking over towards her.
"Best friend!" She screamed. "Catherine is your best friend. I'm just some CSI that fell for you a hundred years ago when you were my teacher. I thought when you called me to come out here to Vegas that you wanted to pick up where we left off in San Fransisco but you just needed someone to do your dirty work. I used to be happy Gil. Have you noticed I dont smile anymore. I try but it hurts. It's like when you break your leg so you dont walk and you dont exercise those muscles and it hurts like hell. It hurts to smile because I havent had a reason to in so long." Tears began falling down her face.
Gil sat down beside her and began wiping away her tears. "I see you everyday." He began.
Sara shook her head feircly. "No." she wimpered. He had read it.
"More than you know. I see straight through you deep into your soul." He continued, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Stop. Please." Sara begged as he pulled her closer to him, her head now resting on his chest.
"Why have we drifted apart? Why wont I let YOU in?" He rephrased.
"You have it mixed up." She tried correcting him.
"No, Sara. I dont. Because that is something I have been asking myself for years. Why havent I let you in. And the only thing I can think of is I'm scared of you.