A/N: Okay here goes the last chapter. Thanks to Liz for helping me out.

The next day Grissom walked into the break room right before the end of shift. He found Sara sitting at the table, absently staring out the window. He had been worried about her ever since she had read the girl's diary, but he hadn't had the time to talk to her. Not that he knew what to say anyway. 'When do you know what to say to her?' he asked himself. Rolling his eyes at the thought he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

"Got a penny?" she continued staring out the window.

"No. I'll owe you one"

"I was just thinking. About Chelsea." She paused. "I used to be her, Grissom. I just don't want her life to turn out as messed up as mine." She turned to look him in the eyes.

"Do you honestly think things have turned out that badly for you?" It hadn't occurred to Grissom how much her past affected her now.

She lowered her head into her hands. "You don't get it, do you? All I have is my job. No family, no friends, just this job. Sometimes it's just not enough."

"It shouldn't have to be enough Sara." he said sympathetically.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You need somebody." 'Yeh. Somebody like me' he thought.

She started to speak but was interrupted by Brass entering the room. "I just wanted to let you know that Chelsea's back with her parents, but probably not for long. CPS opened a case."

"Alright." Grissom said and Brass left the room. He turned his attention back to Sara.

"I've got to go." She said, and quickly got up and left the room.

"Sara…" he called after her. It was no use, she was gone.

Grissom sighed. He didn't know what to do. Should he go after her or let her work things out by herself?

He slowly pushed himself off the chair and followed her out of the building. He caught up with her and put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

"What?" she said, clenching her jaw.

"I…I'm just worried, okay?"

"Why do you care Grissom? Why does any of this make a difference to you?" she felt her body tense up, she really didn't want to have this conversation with him right now.

"I don't want you to feel like the only reason you wake up in the morning," he shook his head and corrected himself, "evening, is to work."

She was speechless. 'Is he implying something or is he just trying to tell me that I need 'diversions' again?' she thought. She just couldn't figure him out, he was like a jigsaw puzzle where none of the pieces fit together.

"Look," she said. "I really have to be somewhere." she spun on her heels and walked away. "Well, you had your chance" she muttered, frustrated.

He stared to go after her, but stopped. 'I'm sorry Sara. You have no idea how much I wish we could make this work' he thought and stared at the sun coming up over the building.

THE END! How'd ya like it?