Author's note: Hey again, guys. Again, this chapter went through some major changes from the original, and I know it's short, but I got some comments on getting this 'ship resolved, and I decided to get right along to it. So please, enjoy! Oh, and since I LOVE reader feedback, I'll let you decided. Quiet dinner at Griss/Sara's apartment, or some random restaurant somewhere? You'll get it as you read! Oh, and PS: I dont really know how much sense this chapter makes so... yeah!

Dedication: This one is dedicated to Katherine, who is uber happy right now thanks to this guy she likes! How perfectly fitting that they got together just as I released this chapter… hmmm…

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She found herself a little bit startled by his kindness, but she knew better then to read into it. Years of doing exactly that had gotten her to rock bottom without a trampoline. She wasn't ready to go back there anytime soon.

Her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the band aid that now adorned her finger, her mind wandering to the feel of his worn hands on her soft skin, lingering only briefly to assess the situation before gently placing the band aid around the paper cut. She couldn't think of a paper cut she had enjoyed more.

But even through her somewhat giddiness, she couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt echo through her chest at her own words, mumbled as she quickly made her escape from his office.

You don't have to worry about me, Grissom. Not about this, not about anything.

The words had slipped before she had gotten a chance to think about it. Sara could only imagine what Grissom must have felt. Anybody was entitled to be worried about someone, especially a friend, and while they hadn't been much of that lately, they were making progress.

Ever since her accident, getting away from Grissom had been hard. Sara knew now what the look of worry was on his face. She had known it all to well as she recovered in her home, and he'd stop by, frowning about little things she was having trouble adjusting to. It had gotten frustrating, having someone who, for the last 2 years, had rarely paid you any mind, all of a sudden be there twenty four/seven. Sara's sense of independence had been stripped from her, and he didn't seem to be doing much to help. But even through all that, his kindness had blinded her, not to mention his sense of need. Need to know she was alright, need to know that he was helping.

The need to know she was alive.

Maybe she had been a little colder then her mind remembered. No wonder he worried. She had almost died… she might not be here today if it wasn't for… whatever force from above decided she needed to live. This wasn't just being alive, it was a second chance. Grissom wasn't just worried, he was scared he wouldn't get his second chance…

Their second chance.

Two years of ignoring the other, pretending they didn't exist. Sara found herself standing in the middle of the hallway, her arms shaking, her face going cold. She had been alive for about six weeks, given more time, and in that almost six weeks she had accomplished little. Sara had managed to find reasons to be frustrated with Grissom, to push him away, to make him hurt.

You don't have to worry about me, Grissom.

But maybe Grissom was justified in his worrying. Slowly but surely, despite any progress they might have been making, Sara had managed to slip back into the old routine. She couldn't blame Grissom for worrying; she had just managed to worry herself.

She wasn't ready to lose him. They had been given a second chance, and they were letting it go to waste.

"Sara?"

She froze and swallowed the lump in her throat. She turned around and met the look she had grown to know to well; that worried look of Grissom's.

"Hey, I was just… thinking about you."

Grissom raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word. Instead, he gently grabbed her elbow and lead her down the hall, towards his office.

They made their way slowly to his office, the clack of Sara's crutches the only sound between them. They didn't look at each other, but made continued towards his office, finally reaching it, and each letting out a sigh of relief as Grissom shut the door behind them.

"Sara…," Grissom started, but he was cut off by Sara.

"Wait… before you say anything, I need to apologize for earlier. What I said, about you not worrying? Well, I shouldn't have said that. You have every right to be worried whenever you want. And I… I shouldn't have jumped on you like that. I'm sorry."

Sara looked down to the ground, her face red. Grissom set a hand on her shoulder, catching her attention. She looked back up, letting a small smile grace her face.

"I… I know. My statement was just… out of place. But I do worry about you. I worry that you're not happy here, I worry that those crutches are chapping your arms," he chuckled, and dropped his gaze briefly onto her lips.

Grissom stopped laughing and looked back to Sara's eyes. Their looks locked, and Grissom's hand went to Sara's cheek.

"I worry that I'll lose you."

He hesitated, then pulled her into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, his head resting in the crook of her neck. Her hands let go of her crutches, and quickly wrapped themselves around his neck. She leaned into his grasp, and whispered into his ear.

"I'm worried I'll lose you too. But if we work together… we can't lose each other."

Grissom nodded and tightened his hold on her. He whispered back, "I don't think I could stand to wait another day," he pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers, "Second chances are rare, and I felt like mine was slipping away," he paused, thinking over his next words, then continued, "Have dinner with me. Please?"

Sara smiled, "How could I say no?"

"We still have a lot to talk about," Grissom said, pulling away and looking down at the woman in his arms.

"I know, but I'm willing to work through that."

Grissom smiled down at her and nodded, "So am I."

He glanced at his watch and frowned. He would have given anything to stay like that, but they were still in his office, and still on lab time, "We should get back to work, and… I'll get back to you later on dinner."

Sara smiled and nodded, and sighed as Grissom handed her the crutches that had fallen to the ground. She walked slowly out, her heart beating faster then it had in forever. And totally content with this sudden change. They both knew it would only have been a matter of time, thank God it had been tonight.

Second chances were rare, and six weeks ago, they had gotten theirs. It only seemed fitting that they get started sooner rather then later. This was only the first step anyway; and even Sara knew there was a long road still ahead of them.