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AN: I know it has been a long time! A long long long long...VERY long time! And I am so sorry! I had a huge writing blocade on this story. This chapter is, ...short,...and well, not the last one, but instead of the planned 17 chapters there will only be one more chapter. I'm very sorry for this, but I decided that the story is going to get boring when I'm dragging the storyline out for so long.

I apologize for typos and grammar mistakes...I'm kind of out of my mind today :wacko:

cheating

"Damn! Hurry up."

He raised an eyebrow. Where did these sound come from?

He left his seat, leaving his office.

"Harder."

He could make out that it was her voice…, what drove him almost crazy. What to hell is she doing? And with whom?

He heard weird, suspicious sounds coming out of the lockers room, a person crashing against one of the lockers, groaning…his blood began to cook. What the hell was going on in there? What was Sara doing there? His personal worst case scenario was just happening, he had never thought she could ever do this to him, he had thought she'd never do something that would hurt him…I trusted her! In that night three weeks ago we talked about everything, she was the only person I ever really opened up to and now she's doing this to me! She said it would be okay for her to wait! She said it would all be okay as long as we're together!

He wondered what he should do…he couldn't just enter, could he? Catching her in the act…

"Damn! This hurts! Can't you be careful?"

"I just can't get it out.", a man answered half whispering in exhaustion.

GREG! BASTARD!

Without thinking about it one more second, totally driven by anger, frustration, jealousy and fury he opened the door, entering the room with a huge step. "How can you do this to…", he shouted out angry. What the hell! He swallowed hard. Ooops

Sara was leaning against her locker, Greg's hands were fumbling with her belt buckle, while Warrick sat on the bench taking his shoes on.

Greg turned to him, so did Warrick and Sara.

"How can whom do what to whom?", Greg asked naïve.

And the award for most stupid, jealous, embarrassing boyfriend goes to…"Uhm…nothing…I…What are you two doing there?", he tried to ignore what had just happened, if they hadn't done before, now everybody would suspect that something was going on between him and Sara, he was thankful that he hadn't finished his sentence, before he had seen that this wasn't a threesome but Greg helping Sara…would have been even more embarrassing. He looked at Sara, regretting that he had thought, that she could ever cheat on him. He knew, that she knew what he had thought was happening in here, and this made it even worse.

"Her belt buckle is jamming. I tried to help her opening it, there's something sticking between the…"

"…Grissom you don't have scissors somewhere, do you?", Warrick asked. "'Cause I don't want to be the next one who has to try to open it. This damned thing wont ever open up again…and first, I don't want to be rumoured to be a washout, and second, I don't want to be the number two on your 'whom to kill with looks' list."

Why does everything I do or think or feel have to be so obvious to everyone else but me? He thought cursing himself for ever letting the thought of Sara, cheating on him with Greg, into his mind.

"Whom to kill with looks?", Greg asked still not getting what was going on.

Grissom cleared his throat…trying to also clear his mind. "I have scissors in my office…if you like to I can cut it.", he offered, wanting nothing more than leaving the room together with Sara so that he could apologize for his stupidity.

"Great. I guess now you can finally be freed Sara.", Warrick said laughing.

Sara followed Grissom out without saying anything. She followed him in silence until they had entered his office and she had made sure that the door behind them was closed.

"How could you just think I could do something like this?", she said sounding angry and frustrated.

"Sara I…"

"…Didn't I tell you, that you could trust me? Did I ever give you a reason to not trust me?"

"…I know, I…I'm an idiot…I…"

"…yeah."

"Sara…I just heard these sounds and…"

"…you heard sounds, so this is enough to judge me."

"I never judged you!", he desperately tried to defend himself.

"So suspecting me to be unfaithful, suspecting me to be cheating on you, is not judging?"

"Sara….I can understand that you are angry…"

"…no, I'm not angry. I'm disappointed. Grissom I thought we were on a level where…I mean I…I am trusting you blindly and you, you…you seem to…it hurts, that's all."

"Sara remember what I told you…try to understand me. I never trusted anyone before. Not even myself…", he stepped closer to her, his one hand dragging her to him. "…most of the things I told you…were things that I never told anyone else. I wouldn't have told you about them if I wouldn't trust you. It's just that I am…paranoid. A little, or a little more…definitely too much,…I …I have been hurt once, hurt so badly that I had promised myself to never trust in anything anymore. I'm afraid to loose you, I will never loose this fear, because you are the best that ever happened to me Sara, and …I am scared to loose you! Because I usually always lost what I wanted to keep…and when I heard these sounds from the lockers room…I just…I…you know, I …I always told myself that the only thing I could never forgive, would be cheating. …and… this is just…the worst case scenario in my head and when I heard these sounds…and you must admit that they were really sounding as if, well you know. …and then, I just stopped thinking rationally.", he sighed.

Their eyes met, he ran his hand through her hair. "I don't want to loose you."

"You'll never get rid of me.", she leaned closer to him whispering into his ear.

If we weren't in my office I'd kiss her now. He sighed again. "Sara?"

She looked up to him. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"Don't say this…damn it would be easier if you'd be mad at me, if you'd be really angry…I can deal with anger…I'm not…good in dealing with disappointment."

She laughed softly. She began to caress his cheek softly, looking deep in his eyes. Softly the smile from her lips faded. "Hey, you're really desperate now, are you?"

"I…"

"…don't. Gil, I'm...I don't want you to worry about this, okay? These sounds were really sounding weird and, if I'd hear you making those sounds, behind a closed door and I'd suspect Sophia to be in there with you…I'd probably pull out my gun and…"

"…shoot me."

"Her.", she said laughing. "I'd do something else with you."

"I bet I don't want to know what you'd do."

"Well maybe you should, then it would be very easy for you to resist the temptation to ever look at another woman again, with those kinky thoughts every man has, when a tall blonde, who wears a skirt with the size of a belt, passes their way."

"I only get those thoughts when a tall brunette, wearing a jumpsuit, passes my way."

She laughed softly, a lovely smile on her lips. "I love you."

She had spoken softly, he had barely heard what she had just said. Had she said it at all? Was this just wishful thinking? Daydreaming? Or had she really told him that she loved him? If so, what was he supposed to do now? And what could he do?

His heart was racing, it felt like it had moved to his throat, beating so hard that he couldn't breath. She said that she loves me….she loves me…she wouldn't have said it if it was a lie…she really loves me…Damn it Gil Grissom, do something! Say something! She just told you what you longed to hear from her for so long!

But somehow he had feared it too, because he had known that he wouldn't know what to do, wouldn't know what to say, wouldn't know how to react. Never before a woman hat told him that she loved him. Never before he had loved a woman, and so he had never been in such a situation before.

Don't let the moment pass by without doing something! Don't let it seem as if you'd like to get out of this, as if you don't want to act on this. Come on Gil! Do something…damn it would be so much easier if we were in a restaurant, or her apartment, or my house or just somewhere else, everywhere else but at work!

"Hey guys there was…", Sophia entered, stopping in the doorframe. "…am I distracting you?"

Damn! This woman is going on my nerves! "Actually yes, you are.", he said slightly irritated.

"It's just that there's new evidence and…"

"…I'll be there in 10 minutes, we'll just finish…discussing."

A few moments no-one said anything, Sophia looked from Grissom to Sara, from Sara to Grissom.

Sara swallowed hard, then cleared her throat. "Yeah, we were discussing…different methods of torture.", Sara wanted to step away from Grissom, but he grabbed for her hand.

Sophia shot an asking look at them. "Uhm…is there…"

"…this is none of your business, I'll be in the lab in ten minutes, close the door behind you please.", Grissom said strictly and turned to Sara.

Sara was kind of stunned. Grissom knew she was slightly shocked that he had just taken her hand in front of one of their colleagues, that he had just taken over the initiative, that he had done something that was showing the others that there was something between them.

"I'm sorry for the distraction.", he said softly, his hand lying on her cheek.

"Wasn't your fault.", she whispered.

Two options, changing the subject or telling her what I feel…and this office is not the right place! Neither it's the right time. "Different methods of torture?" She's going to be even more disappointed! Tonight I'll have to do something about it…otherwise…I'll hurt her…I'm already hurting her again, for sure I am hurting her! Damn it Gil she just told you that she loves you, and you change the subject? You're such an idiot…you…

"Yeah…I know a lot of them." She sad grinning.

"Like?"

She laughed softly, looking down to the ground, shrugged and then looked up to him again, her brown eyes shining in the light of the room, a beautiful smile on her lips.

"Come on, you made me curious, now you have to throw me a bone.", he said laughing, slipping his arms around her waist.

"Once…when I was…about 18, my best friend's boyfriend had been caught in the act with her roommate. One week later he asked me out. I called my friend, told her about it…and then we had a plan. I invited him to my room, we were…not really making out, I mean, I played it…I took off his clothes, most of them, then I handcuffed him and blindfolded him…did you know that permanent hair-dye mixed with nine weeks old curd feels like cream? Anyways, then we took out some old bras and garters and stuff and dressed him up with these…then we took pictures and those were accidentally found in the men's dressing room the next day. Though I think that the fact, that he couldn't wash off the stuff we wrote on his chest with the hair-dye, was much worse."

"I'm scared of you."

She laughed softly. "As long as you don't cheat on me there's no reason to be scared."

"What did you write on his chest?" I bet I don't want to know.

"You don't want to know."

I knew it. He laughed softly.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing….how came he didn't smell the hair-dye? He must have smelled it. …and why didn't he fight against you when you dressed him up with women's underwear?"

"Well, he…lost conscience somehow.", she shrugged.

"Somehow?"

"Well…I think it was the scent of the hair-dye mixed with the curd. But that's not proven."

They remained in silence for a moment. He softly caressed her back with his thumbs. They looked into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds, then she broke the silence.

"She's waiting for you in the lab.", she said softly.

He nodded. "I know.", he sighed. "Sara…about…what you said…before Sophia distracted us…"

"…it's okay."

"It's not… I just don't want to talk about it here…let's have dinner tonight. At my house, I'm going to cook for you." He softly released her from his embrace and stepped back, a soft smile on his lips.

"Okay.", she said smiling.

He nodded, softly dragging her closer to him again, gently kissing her on her forehead. Then he walked over to the door.

"Uhm, Grissom?"

Did I do something wrong? Please, God, make that I didn't do something wrong! Please! He swallowed hard, turning around. "Yeah?"

"Scissors…"

"…hell yeah!", he sighed relieved. "In the first drawer of my desk, somewhere in it."

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips. "Thanks."

He winked and left his office.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed reading this at least a bit.

next chapter will be on soon, I hope I can finish it in the next week!