AN: last chapter! ...don't know if this is like most wanted it to be...but I have a lot of stuff going trough my mind...I wanted this to be finished before the surgery...so here it is.

Dedicated to Alex, Meggie, Claudi and Meli!

Thousand thanks to everyone who ever reviewed this story! I hope you enjoyed reading the previous 14 chapters...and I hope you like this last chapter.

Cuts

What's the difference between self made dinner and take out, he wondered. But he had promised her to cook. What was a problem…because he knew that his cooking skills were less than bad. He could cook for himself, that wasn't a problem…because he never really cared about how things tasted…but cooking for her…he wanted it to be perfect, she deserved it. He flicked through the pages of a cookbook which had been bought 10 years ago and had still been shrink-wrapped until today.

He tried to find something that would be easy to make, but look and taste as if it had taken hours to make it…but he soon got the feeling that such a meal didn't exist.

He decided that the easiest to start with was a salad, he had bought French-dressing and vegetables…knowing that he wouldn't get her full with only a salad he decided that he'd make some pasta. That was the only thing he could really cook, except for scrambled eggs.

Before he was half finished with the cooking process the doorbell rang. He glanced at his watch. Damn.

Walking over to the door he cleaned his hands with a towel that he tossed into a corner afterwards.

He took a deep breath. Today's the day! He hadn't been able to think of anything else. He had almost cut off his finger when he had been chopping the cucumbers…had forgotten about salting the water for the noodles and had to start again…

He opened the door. His heart almost jumped when he saw the bright smile on her lips.

"Hey.", she said softly, entering without waiting for any invitations. Probably she knew that he was just too stunned…not able to say anything.

He stared at her. She wore black trousers and a white blouse, her hair was pinned up with a white satin flower barrette, some curled strands of hair loosely fell into her face when she softly tilted her head to the right. She looked so beautiful. He had imagined her to look good tonight, but not that good. Why did a young, beautiful woman like her want him? He had tried to lock this question out of his mind for weeks, but he just couldn't understand it in this moment. She was so much and he was almost nothing.

"I'm early…sorry.", she said with the same bright smile on her lips, her voice sounding sweet as honey.

"It's okay…", he cleared his throat. "…the dinner is not ready yet though. I hope you're not already starving."

She laughed softly, coming closer to him. "I'm not…it's okay. Can I help you with something?"

"I said I'd be cooking for you…so I will do all the work. You can take seat over there, chill out until I finished. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No…thanks."

Grissom went back to the kitchen, watching her while she sat down on the sofa.

I totally messed this up! I should have told her how great she looks tonight, should have told her that I'm happy that she's already here! Should have told her…that I couldn't get her out of my mind the whole day, that I couldn't think clear and that this is the reason that dinner's not ready yet.

"Do you like onions in your salad?"

She looked up. "Sure…are you sure that there is nothing I could help you with? I could set the table."

Set the table! I wanted to set the table! Damn! This evening is going to be a disaster!

She stood up and walked over to him, leaning against the kitchen counter she tilted her head for a couple of seconds, smiling softly. "Are you okay?"

He sighed. "I wanted this to be perfect. But I actually am a horrible cook. So it took me hours to get an idea about what to cook for tonight…I wanted it all to be perfect for this evening."

"I was too early, this is not your fault."

"You weren't too early.", he said softly. "I was too late."

"You'll never be.", she said softly, touching his cheek with her hand, caressing it with her thumb. "And I am sure that you can cook. And even if it doesn't taste, I wont tell you.", she said smiling.

I love her! "I'll be finished with the salad in ten minutes. The noodles and the sauce are going to be finished five minutes later. There are some magazines on the table, feel free to read them.", he said and winked.

"Magazines with…pictures as bookmarks?"

I can't believe she just brought this up! "You…"

She chuckled. "I know that I'm mean." She took one of the magazines and sat down on the sofa again.

He started to chop the onions, he hated chopping onions. He heard her flicking through the pages, he could hear her breathing…he looked up, watching her for a couple of seconds. When she brushed a strand of hair out of her face, he wanted nothing more to take her face into his hands, wanted nothing more than hold her close to him, he wanted to be the one tobrushthis strand of hair out of her face, and then he wanted to kiss her red lips, wanted to touch her, caress her, kiss every inch of her body…he wanted her to be closer to him than she ever had been.

Suddenly a pang ran through his body. He looked down to his hands, his fingers were covered with blood. "Damn!"

Sara jumped up. "What's wrong?"

He searched for a towel and pressed it on the wound. "I cut my finger…", he said grimacing with pain. "…there are band-aids in the second drawer over there…could you get me one?"

"Sure.", she opened the drawer, grabbing for the plasters. She opened the box, taking out one of the plasters. "Put down the towel."

He did so, she took his hand into hers, looking at the wound for a second. "It's deep, maybe you should get stitches.", she said worried.

"It's okay Honey."

She looked up for a second, but he didn't even realize why. "It doesn't look okay to me."

"It doesn't even hurt anymore.", he tried to be convincing.

She sighed, then carefully wrapped the band aid around his finger. She didn't let go off his it when she had finished. She softly caressed him with her thumb and index finger. Then she slowly looked up to him. "Are you sure that it's okay?"

"Yes…but I doubt that the onions will still taste after this."

She reached up for his cheek with her other hand.

He had noticed that his eyes had been filled with tears because of the onions, but he hadn't realized that those were now running down his cheeks.

She wiped away some of them with her thumb.

They looked into each others eyes for a long moment. Heat rose up in him. Never the touch of a woman had felt this good on his skin. He let his free hand slip around her waist, gently dragging her closer to him. "I love you Sara.", he spoke softly, but he knew that she could understand him. Her eyes were shining in the dimmed light of the room, her bottom lip was trembling softly, her hands began to shake…and so did his.

Their lips came closer to each other and slowly the gap between them was closed. They shared a long and passionate kiss. His tongue slipped over her lips, then she invited it in, massaging it with hers. He felt his heart jumping, beating fast, hard…this was better than anything he had ever experienced before…so much better.

After their lips loosened from each other she twined her arms around his neck, her face resting on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around her, he caressed her back with his hands, loving the feeling of her breath on his skin.

Then she began to kiss his neck, she opened his shirt, her hands slipped under it and caressed his chest. He felt a cold shower running down his spine. He loved the feeling of her touch, it felt right…but it also felt wrong. He knew what she wanted. And he wanted it too…but you don't eat dessert before you didn't finish main course. But Sara didn't seem to care about this. Her hands slipped down to his belt buckle, she was about to open it when he reached down for her hands. "Sara…we shouldn't do this…not now."

"Why?", she asked softly, freeing her hands, reaching up for his cheek. She caressed it softly, her eyes searching for his.

There was this desperate, disappointed expression in her eyes, it hurt him to see her like this…to know what she felt right now...

"You say you love me…why…don't you want me then?"

He sighed. "Sara, I do love you…more than anything else! I'm…just afraid that…if we go too fast, then…"

"I think we waited long enough, don't you think?"

"You got a point there…but Sara, try to see this with my eyes. I…I have not been in a relationship with a woman for years! I…I am not as self confident as you are."

She chuckled from frustration. "I am not self confident when it comes to you."

"You're young, beautiful…and I am, old, I…"

"…stop this.", she whispered, beginning to kiss his neck again. "I wouldn't be running after you since 10 years if I wouldn't feel attracted to you."

To hell with these doubts! Be a man Grissom! Get what you want! His hands slipped under her blouse, softly caressing her stomach and back. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, his eyes never letting go off hers.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked, knowing that even if she would say that she wasn't, he wouldn't be able to stop anymore…not at this point.

"Hell yes.", she moaned in a low voice.

He carefully took off her blouse, looking at her for a couple of moments, watching how she breathed, slowly, deeply…

She took off his shirt, her hands slipped over his bare chest, her eyes followed their moves.

His hands slipped down to her belt buckle, he tried to open it…

…but it was jammed.

He cleared his throat, not knowing what to do now. He wouldn't move an inch away from her, because then she would be able to see where all his blood had been rushing to. "Honey…we've got a problem."

She opened her eyes, it took her some time until she realized what he meant. "Damn."

"You should definitely stop wearing belts."

Epilogue

Sometimes it needs an accumulation of little things…sometimes it needs a lot of little things…sometimes it needs only a few….you never know, you only know that one day it might happen. It does happen…just accept that things change, there are only two possibilities…it can either get better or worse…you will never find out if you don't try. You can loose a lot…but you might win the world.

THE END

Thanks for reading. Thanks again to everyone who ever reviewed! I would mention everyone here...but I'm afraid to miss someone! I am kind of out of my mind today!

I hope you liked this last chapter at least a bit...my lack of funny ideas might be a result of my mood...anyways, thanks a lot to everyone!