A/N Oh my gosh, I just got finished watching Butterflied on the Spike TV marathon. It's so sad!

To all my reviewers: Thank you sooooo much for the feedback. I was waiting for more people to start reading my story. Thanks.

Chapter 5

"Grissom, can I talk to you for a minute?" Catherine asked when she got to work. If Grissom was going to ignore what happened and Sara was going to sulk over it, then Catherine was going to take charge.

"What do you need, Cath?" Grissom appeared in the break room and took a seat in front of Catherine. "Why don't you just tell Sara how you feel about her?" Catherine asked. "What do you mean?" Grissom asked. "Why don't you tell her that you love her?" He gave her a confused look and asked her how she ever got that idea.

"Oh come on, Gil. How long have we known each other? I can tell that you love her," Catherine explained. She continued, "So, why don't you tell her that you care?"

"Because I don't want to hurt her. I can't give her what she needs," Grissom explained. He had a sad look on his face. "What she needs is you. You need to do something before it's too late because she's not going to wait around for you forever."

Grissom played with the zipper on his jacket. He was trying to avoid Catherine's penetrating gaze. He did love her, but he couldn't be with her.

There was an age gap and he was her supervisor.

It wouldn't work.

He kept thinking of reasons why they couldn't be together.

"I can't," he said simply after what seemed like a million years. But it was really only a minute. "WHY NOT?" Catherine was fuming now as she raised her voice to her longtime friend. She couldn't understand why he was doing this to himself, to Sara. Did he enjoy the pain he was inflicting? "You know what, fine. If you want to spend the rest of your life alone, that's fine by me. But the least you can do is tell her to her face, just to give her some closure."

Catherine let that hang a beat for a moment and left.

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DING DONG

Sara pushed the covers off of her body and got up to answer her front door. She grabbed her robe before she answered it.

He was there, standing on her doorstep.

She smiled slightly and let him in. "Can I get you anything?" she asked him. It was awkward having him in her home. "No. I, uh, I need to talk to you," he said. He was more nervous than ever. "Okay," she said. They took a seat in her living room. She sat there, looking at him, waiting for him to speak. "Catherine came to me and I admitted to her my feelings for you," he explained.

Sara's eyes widened as she heard the words tumble out of his mouth. His perfect mouth.

"Where is this going?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, but I can't be with you," he explained. It was sort of like déjà vu. Sara's eyes widened even more. She sat there in disbelief.

She didn't say a thing for a minute when it finally hit her. "Why are you so afraid of being with me? Because I work for you, because you're my supervisor? That doesn't matter. I love you and I'm sitting right here waiting for you. But I'm not going to be here forever. So, if you want me, take me. I'm yours!" Her voice rose with every word. The pain she was in was noticeable in her voice. And he had caused it. He had really hurt her. He had reopened the scabs that had formed over the pain.

How could he come into her home and do this to her?

"How can you do this to me when all I've ever done was love you?"