Dreams and Nightmares

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Butterflied (sort of)

Disclaimers: Don't own a gosh darn thing.

A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta, Louise. You are the best!

"It's sad, really. A couple of middle aged guys…"

She had heard it all.

"Someone young and beautiful comes along…"

Every. Single. Word.

"I couldn't do it…"

She thought he had already left. She didn't know that he had returned to retrieve the file he had left behind. She opened the door and found herself stopped by a wall of Grissom. One look at her tear ravaged face, and he knew.

"Sara, honey, how much did you…"

"All of it," she cut him off. "Why didn't you tell ME? Just be a man, and tell me!"

"Sara, I…"

"No. You had your chance." With a parting glare, she stormed off.

Two hours later, she had calmed down enough so that she didn't slam the door in his face when he showed up at her apartment.

"Sara, you didn't let me finish earlier. You're right. You should have been the one I said those things to. I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything about 'this' before. I wasn't ready. No, that's not the right word. Brave, that's the right word. I wasn't brave enough.

"Please, Sara. Tell me I'm not too late. Tell me I still have a chance." He took her in his arms and kissed her. Not tenderly, but with a sort of …pleading hunger.

She led him to her bedroom where the impediment of clothing was quickly done away with. They broke from a toe-curling kiss to gaze in each other's eyes when he entered her.

"Grissom…Grissom…GRISSOM!"

"Sara…Sara…Sara…"

She woke from her dream still tingling to find her nose buried in a masculine chest.

"Sara, my sweet Sara."

She felt his fingers thread through her hair as she smiled, but winced and yelped as they fisted and jerked her head back so that she was forced to look into the cold, hard eyes of her lover.

"Sara, who is Grissom?" asked

Dr….

Vincent….

Lurie.