He stayed there how many hours had passed he couldn't say but he knew he had been there a while. He couldn't go although every bone in his body told him to he couldn't bring himself to walk out of that door, to find out that the only person he had ever truly loved was there no more.
"Grissom?" a voice from behind questioned him as if he had become a stranger.
The owner of the voice walked up to him and crouched down beside where he still sat; where it had happened.
"Grissom are you okay?" she asked him "We're worried about you"
He looked at her remnants of the thousands of tears he had shed still in his eyes, he wanted to tell her, wanted to scream it out for everyone to hear; wanted to hold her again so much it hurt him to even think about it; but all he managed to say was "Yes" and even that was a whisper within a whisper.
"Come on I'll take you home" she put her hand on his arm and he looked at her; 'why would she care' he thought to himself 'they had misunderstandings, why would she care about me? Why would she care about Sara?'
He stood without too much of a fight, all his energy had drained away due to his fighting for her, due to his thinking and due to his reasoning. He walked with her to the outside and as he climbed in to her car he looked at her.
"Catherine" he said "Thank you"
She shut the door and smiled at him, knowing that this would probably be all she would hear, and she drove him home.