Forgive me for the VERY long delay of chapter 7. A lot have been going on, over the course these one and a half week, so I didn't have time, or couldn't find thebrainenergy. First upI turned 28, Tuesdaylast week. Then I suddenlyfound myself standing between two guys, who had both asked me out. How 's that for a typical romantic fanfic moment? I'm still struggeling to find out the solution to that. In other words, my mind was too busy to even write this chapter. But now I finallyhave it down, so enjoy as this is a great one.

Disclaimers: Still in chapter 1.


Sleeping Sara

Chp. 7

As Grissom stood just inside Sara's apartment, while she closed the door, he took in the surroundings. Just like a true CSI would do, the very first time he, or she, was inspecting a new place. All of her stuff was of vintage origin so everything looked to be taken out of somewhere before the 1960's. At first he was a bit taken aback about her choice of furniture, and that it was vintage meaning old, but not for so long. Grissom had a long time ago sensed that Sara was quite the old soul inside of herself. So all in all it made the absolutely sense.

"You want some coffee or something?" Sara asked once he had processed the evidence he had collected in his mind.

"Just some water please." He answered her. He gathered that he needed water more than coffee right now, since his mouth was suddenly very dry, and his heart was still beating, so nervous was he.

After Sara had asked him to "Please go and sit down", she went to get the water. Since the kitchen was connected to the apartment, and not in a separate room, he saw her open her refrigerator, duck in, and start rummage through it. It went on some time, since she had a hard time finding the water, and he couldn't help chuckle to himself, when he finally heard her cry a triumphant "Aha", as she apparently found a bottle of water in there, and she soon came out with two bottles in her arms. After closing the refrigerator door, she walked back to him, handed him his bottle and then sat down beside him. They both unscrewed the cap on their bottle and took a few sips. While doing so, Grissom tried to find an angle on how to start this conversation and when he placed his open bottle on the coffee table, Sara decided to start for him.

"So what is it that you want to talk to me about?" She asked him.

Grissom looked up into her inquisitive eyes, and for a moment, he found himself lost in the chocolate brown of them. 'No I can not do this, if I find myself lost in her eyes all the time.' He though to himself, and tore his own blue eyes away from hers. He found a safe spot to focus on just left to her head. Then he cleared his throat.

"I just wanted to apologize to you." He began after a few moments, of where he had gathered his thoughts, and taken a deep breath.

"Apologize for what?" Sara asked him. He could hear the genuine curiosity in her voice.

"For being the biggest idiot." He confessed to her. He allowed his eyes to find hers for a moment, conveying that he spoke the truth, before he took them back to their focusing spot again. "I haven't really been your good friend for years, and we barely talk to each other while at the lab. By talk I mean real talk, and not crime scene talk, evidence talk or lab talk. No I mean the way we used to talk to each other before. I really miss the way we talked when you had just gotten here." He then let his eyes settle on hers again. "And I really miss you the most." He said as his blue eyes melted into her brown chocolate ones.

"Grissom…" Sara began. That was what everybody called him, and it was either that or the shorter Griss. Well save for Cath, Jim and Al who all used Gil frequently, everyone else used Grissom or Griss. It was kind of ridicules, since he in some regards had known Sara the longest, and she had never ever used Gil on him. It had gone from Dr. Grissom, to Mr. Grissom and lastly to either Grissom or Griss.

"That's another thing." He started and Sara looked curious at him. "That Griss and Grissom thing. You and I have known each other for thirteen years now, and you have never called me by my first name."

It was a first for him to be so upfront about this, and revealing all of this in front of anyone. And when that "anyone" was Sara, the love of his life, it was really hard. 'But I have to do it, or I'll kicking myself, the rest of my life. No need to blow this chance, now that I actually made an effort to be here.'

"And there's another thing I need to tell you about." He said before she could open her mouth. Inside his chest his heart began to speed up. 'It's now or never'. He met Sara's curious eyes with a somewhat determination in them. Taking an even deeper breath, which actually made his lungs burn, than he had earlier outside her door, he quickly, but quietly revealed the secret, which had been deeply buried in his heart, for all collected thirteen years. "And I love you Sara."

He saw the shock in her eyes at first over his big revealing. Then he saw them soften to glace over with a sheen of tears, then one escaped down her right cheek. Never breaking eye contact with him, she leaned over, grabbed his hand in hers. Then the very famous Sara Sidle gap-toothed smile, the one only reserved for him he recognized, broke loose on her beautiful face, making her misty eyes twinkle like stars.

"I love you too…" She said squeezing his hand. "Gil."


I'll get the writing started on chapter 8 soon.

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