Title: Lost (Sara POV)

Author: Joyce

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Note: I want to thank anybody who took the time to review this little story of mine. It was really appreciated. This chapter centers around the same scene but this time it's from Sara's POV.

Lost, chapter two.

Letting go of Grissom hadn't been easy for her. She didn't know when her life had gotten so attached to one man. She depended on him for her happiness. She got so caught up in him that she lost herself along the way. And while she knew that he had feelings for her, she also knew that they would never be. Because Grissom would never risk everything for her, he was to afraid to do so. Eventually, she just let him go. And gradually, she was starting to enjoy life again. She was even noticing her surroundings again, noticing the people close to her.Which is why she knew something was wrong with him. He was distant, he seemed like he was just going through the motions. She understood what that was like and she didn't want anybody to feel that pain, especially not him. Because he had become special to her, a good friend. Something she hadn't expected at all when she first met him.

She was going to help him. Because she wanted the old Warrick back. Little did she know that by helping him, she would also find her own happiness back.

And the funny thing is, it had all happened on a ordinary day. She had walked into the breakroom, seeing him sitting there. He was lost in his thoughts, having that look in his eyes that he got whenever he was working on a case that he couldn't quite crack yet. She smiled at him and he smiled back, something she still found amazing. His smiles was rare and warm and it made her feel good that she could be the one who brought them out. She turned to go but hestitated. Realising that she had to talk to him. She trailed back to him.

"Warrick, what's wrong with you lately?"

She saw the suprise in his eyes. Clearly he hadn't expected anybody to know that something was going on with him.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

She could tell that he was lying, no matter how good of a pokerface he had. He was clearly lying.

"You're not fine. You haven't been for a while now. Please, talk to me."

She was getting to him, he needed to talk to somebody.

"Why is it that you still love this job?"

His question confused her and she blinked.

"I don't really love it, it can be brutal sometimes. But it's just...I feel like we're doing something good out there. You know that feeling."

It suddenly dawned on her that he didn't know that feeling anymore. He had become so distant because he was doubting his career, his life really.

"Are you thinking of leaving your job?"

She waited for his answer. Praying that he wouldn't confirm her question. Somehow working here without him seemed empty.

"No, no, I just want...I don't know, I guess I just want to feel again."

That she didn't understand.

"What are you talking about? You want to feel again?"

She wanted him to explain it to her.

"This job, it takes over your life. It takes your days and turns your nights into dark hours filled with dead. And I used to be able to handle that. To go home after a shift and relax. To see outside this world we live in at night. But lately...It's getting harder and harder to see anything besides darkness."

She was touched by his speech and afraid of the emptiness she saw in his eyes. Not knowing what else to do she reached for his hand. She saw that he appreciated the gesture and somehow holding his hand made her feel stronger too.

"We've all been there. I know I have. It will get better, I promise. You just need... well I was told I needed a life. Go get yourself a life, Warrick."

He gave her a smile, a smile she had long ago dubbed the original Warrick smile. It had been a while since she last saw that one.

"Do you happen to know of a place where I can buy a life?"

She had to grin. Knowing that it would be so easy if a place like that excisted. Then she made a descision, she would try to create such a place for him. He needed to get out more and she could use the company too.

"No, but I do know this place where they make great breakfast. At least, people have told me that I make some mean scrambled eggs. Come over after shift ends, we can talk some more. Watch a little tv, relax. Sound good?"

Suddenly he was all around her, hugging her. She felt his warmth surround her and took a moment to let the feelings linger. Hearing his voice in her ears.

"That sounds like the best offer I've had in a long time. Thanks."

She reminded herself that she had to let go of him and so she did.

"Good, I'll see you in a couple of hours then."

The rest of her shift had seemed shorter and she was home before she knew it. Taking a shower and slipping into her comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and a tanktop. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail. Normally she wouldn't let anybody see her like that, but she trusted him. She heard the doorbell ring. Opening up the door she saw him looking at her outfit.

"Hey Warrick, come in."

He was waving a paper bag in front of her face, grinning.

"I brought coffee."

She knew the smell of that cofee. Thinking about Greg's enraged expression when he would find out she laughed.

"Did you steel some of Greg's coffee again?"

She found the way he shrugged cute, having an almost boyish expression on his face.

"Hey, the guy can be annoying, but he makes a damn good cup of coffee. I figured it would go well with those mean scrambled eggs you make."

She decided to let him off the hook, but not without teasing him about it one last time.

"You really know how to treat a woman well, bringing stolen goods."

She turned around and walked into the kitchen, telling him that he could wait on the couch. She returned ten minutes later. Carrying two plates of breakfast food. They ate in silence, watching some cartoons on tv. Thinking of SpongeBob she turned to him, wondering what his opinion about the matter would be.

"I've read somewhere that SpongeBob is gay. Do you think he has some gay qualities?"

His response was his smile, followed by his answer.

"I think that SpongeBob deserves to have a private life. I like the guy. Gay or not."

She agreed with him, nodding.

"Good enough for me."

Looking at him she couldn't help but smile, the smile was still there when he turned to look at her. She saw his mouth twitch up in a smile that was answering hers and then he was kissing her. And she was kissing him back. When he pulled away she still felt his lips on hers, wondering why that kiss had made her so happy. Then she decided there was no need to analyse the kiss, it had felt right. She saw him leaning over to her, being enveloped by his hug again and she heard him whisper in her ear.

"Thanks Sara, for being here for me."

That day had changed her. She had found real happiness again. Because when she looked at him she couldn't imagine anything making her happier.