Disclaimer: I own no characters, although I really, really wish I did.

Summary: Post-Bloodlines

Pairings: Grissom/Sara of course!

Post-Bloodlines

Chapter 1

"We All Know That Look"

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"Come on, I'll take you home."

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I can't believe he came and picked me up. Doesn't he know that I can take care of myself? Although, it was really nice of him, even if he had to see me like this, Sara rambled on and on in her mind as Grissom drove her toher apartment. He pulled into the parking lot and Sara quickly unbuckledher seat belt and made a move for the door handle. She was about to pullthe handle when she felt Grissom's hand grab her arm, stopping her fromleaving.

She looked at him, wondering why he was stopping her. He took her face in his hand and stroked her cheek. She felt her whole body shiver and her eyes started to fill with tears as she remembered what had happened with the Debbie Marlin case and all the other crap he had put her through. "You should be thankful that you're alright. Be careful next time," Grissom scolded her. He wasn't mean about it though, he was concerned. "Thank you, for picking me up and driving me home. It was…thank you," she said as she stepped out of the car. Before she closed the door, she looked at him and smiled.

He watched her as she entered her building. When she made it in, he sighed and bowed his head. Did he drive her to this? Was he the cause of this? He had noticed that she seemed to be drifting away. He threw his car into drive and made his way home.

Sara unlocked her front door and entered her apartment. She leaned against her door and closed her eyes. How could I let him see me like this? Now he's going to hate me even more. Not that he hates me, but, oh screw it! Sara rambled on in her mind. She locked the door, grabbed a carton of cold Chinese food and went to her room.

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She woke up with a splitting headache. "Oh, God," she mumbled as she forced herself out of bed. She walked groggily to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee and some toast. She loved it when she got drunk, but the next day was hell.

Ring, ring, ring.

She turned down the volume on the television and listened.

Ring, ring, ring.

She got up and followed the ringing of her cell phone and quickly answered. "What do you want?" she asked. She didn't mean to sound snappy but her head hurt like hell and she was tired. "Oh, hi. Sorry about my tone," she explained to the person on the end of the line. "How are you feeling?" Grissom asked concern evident in his voice. "I'm fine. I have a really bad headache, though," she replied as she laid down on her couch. She took a sip from her coffee as she listened to his voice. She really wished he were there with her. "If you're not feeling well then you probably shouldn't come in tonight," he told her. "Oh, no, no, I'm fine. Really. I can come in tonight," she explained. She wasn't really fine, but she could manage. As long as she could be near him. "Okay, but if you're not feeling well, then don't worry about showing up," he said. "Okay," she said. They said their farewells and hug up their phones.

She turned off her television and stared at the blank screen. Her toast was getting cold and her coffee was no longer steaming. She just laid there looking at the screen. Suddenly, tears started to fall from her eyes. What was happening to her? How had he gotten to have so much power over her? She was beginning to hate herself for all of this. Not for the DUI or anything like that. She was beginning to hate herself for falling in love with him, for coming to Vegas to work for him and for everything that had happened or didn't happen between the two of them. Why did she have to love him so much? This was definitely not a school girl crush.

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"You look like you've been through hell and back," Greg remarked as he poured a cup of coffee for Sara. Her head still hurt like hell. She didn't pay his remark much attention. She just saw the couch in the break room. It sure looked appealing, nice and comfy. She could really use a nap right now. "Thanks," she said when Greg handed her the coffee. She walked to the couch and took a seat. "My head really hurts," she mumbled as she rubbed her temples. Greg got up from the couch and came back, handing her two pills. "Tylenol," he explained. She looked at him, smiled and said thank you. She popped down the two pills when Grissom stopped by the break room. Greg got up, said hello to Grissom and went off. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He set down the case files and took a seat next to her. "I have a killer headache but I think I can manage. Greg gave me some Tylenol, so I should feel better in a while," she explained as she drank her coffee.

He nodded his head and went off to find Nick. Sara let out a sigh of relief when he was gone. Does he know what he does to me? She thought to herself.

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Grissom let out a sigh of relief when he left the break room. He could hardly stand to be in the same room with her. He loved her so much but he just knew they couldn't be together.

How can I love someone so much when I know I can't have her? She's so perfect. Beautiful, intelligent, a great scientist…stop it, Gil! Stop thinking about her! She's way too young for you, it would never work… Grissom's thoughts were interrupted when Warrick stopped him.

"You were thinking about Sara? You should just tell her that you love her," he said as they walked down the hall. Grissom stopped and looked at him. "I beg your pardon?" he asked. Yes, he was thinking about Sara. No, he wasn't going to say anything. It would just leave both of them hurt. "I know that look on your face. We all know that look. You love her, I don't know why you keep denying it," he said. "What look are you talking about?" Grissom asked. It irritated him that they all knew so much about it. It was funny though, because Sara was absolutely clueless about his love for her. She was so wrapped up in trying not hurt. "I don't know how to describe it. It's just this look…of…longing," he finished. Warrick walked off to the locker room.

Why can't they all just leave me alone? He pondered.

A/N: I hope you like it. Oh yeah, and some reviews would be really nice.