Yeah, well the story continues... Still trying to think of where this is going.. Once I get back in my writing mood I'll think of something interesting... Until then... I hope you like my "okay" ideas... D don't hate me if it takes a little while for me to develop this fic...

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Standing In Your Doorway

Here I am, standing in your doorway she thought, like so many times before. I only hope you don't open the door to see who it is and then slam it in my face when you find out its me.

The door to Grissom's office was closed, so she acted polite and knocked before she heard Grissom say to come in.

She entered silently, waiting for him to strike up a conversation. Hopefully, he got my note. She thought, but then again, she hoped it had gotten lost somewhere and he hadn't found it. Suddenly, she found that she had no idea what she was going to say.

"Sara, I do think we need to talk," Grissom said and she took another few steps into the room and sat down on the couch, leaning her head back against the wall. "Would you like to go first?"

She didn't say anything, just shook her head, so Grissom was the first to say anything.

"I'm sorry I've been so foolish. I'm an old man who's never been in love in his life so naturally, I'm seriously inexperienced in that field. I'm sorry for all that's happened since you've came to Las Vegas."

Sara leaned forward and stared at the ground, "But it's my fault. If I hadn't come here, none of this would have happened. If I had kept my stupid feelings to myself, none of this would have happened and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"But if I had listened to my feelings, we wouldn't be having this conversation…"

She looked up at him. Where was he going with this? She wondered and waited for him to say something else.

"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." He quoted James Baldwin. "I was so afraid that if I changed the way I live, that nothing good could come of it, but now I realize that I had nothing good in this life to throw away."

"Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never." She quoted, "I was afraid too, but I took a chance."

"Is it too late for me to take my chance?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"It almost was once, but no, I don't think you're too late."

As she left his office, she hummed to herself, singing the lyrics in her head,

"When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment
spare a thought
for me ..."

Well, yes, tis the end of this fic. Hehe.. I had Phantom of the Opera in my mind when I wrote this, hence the title and the end bit.. lyrics from Think of Me. Yeah.. well I need to think and get some new ideas.. I think its because of being off from school and no CSI on Spike until Wednesday. I need something to inspire some good idea I can go with.. :D Until then.. hope you enjoyed this short fic.. D

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