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Chapter 15

Two days Later

"I'm sorry Agent Culpepper but the address search you requested on a James Grissom came up unknown. He's either hiding behind an illegal name change or he's just simply dead." The young agent patted Culpepper on the back before walking back to her secretary desk.

"Damn it, I know there is something going on. There's just not enough evidence to charge Grissom with assault without Sidle filing against him. Perhaps I will pay the young CSI a visit when her headstrong supervisor isn't around." Culpepper smiled to himself as he began to dial Sara's number.

"Gil hasn't done anything. The real person you have to be checking up on is the serial killer that has been stalking, raping and torturing over twenty women in one neighborhood. I suggest you stop working on your personal vendettas and start chasing the real criminal or else you may be out of a job." The Assistant Director walked away as Culpepper broke a pencil in anger.

Grissom folded up a note in the form of a paper airplane and flew it across the living room where it eventually landed neatly in Sara's lap. He went back to reading over some case files and completing his psychological analysis on the killer, pretending to not have been apart in the creation of the plane.

Trying not to look amused, Sara unfolded the plane to find a note written in red crayon. A red heart filled the page with a small line of text in the middle of the drawing.

"Will you please accompany me to dinner tonight? Please circle 'yes' or 'no'." For the first time in the past three days Sara forgot about Grissom's anger. She continued to stare and grin at the adolescent-like scribbles that were far from his usual studious hand writing. Sara circled her choice before folding up the paper and making it into an aviation creation that Howard Hughes would have been proud of. She gently pushed the plane into the air and it swiftly hit Grissom in the head.

"Oops sorry." Sara bit back her giggle as Grissom seriously unfolded her creation. The answer must have been the right one when Grissom looked up at Sara with a glimmer in his eye.

"Pick you up at seven in your room?" Grissom whispered.

"Alright." Sara walked over to her room to get ready for the evening, after all she only had one hour to get ready for the occasion.

"You could have another chance after all. Now don't go and screw this up. Nothing is going to make you angry. What could go wrong at dinner? Just relax and breathe." Grissom took several deep breaths as he walked into his bedroom and studied his closet for the perfect thing to wear to dinner.

Later in the evening

"Sara he's all nice and innocent now but that doesn't hide what he did to you. He's trying to get a second chance, are you ready to give him one?" As Sara thought about the question posed to her she felt lightly nauseated. Believing that her veggie burger for lunch may have contained a little too much spice, she ran to the bathroom a little too late. As Sara threw up on the floor, Grissom heard her painful breaths as she tried to calm her stomach down.

"Honey are you OK?" Grissom gently asked. He walked inside the room to find Sara hunched over in pain, hugging the toilet.

"Grissom I don't want you in here." Sara gasped before being sick once more.

"Why is that?" He bit his lip waiting for her response.

"Cause I smell like throw up and the last thing you want to see right now is vomit before dinner." Grissom knelt down beside Sara even though it was against her wishes.

"Sara we don't have to go anywhere tonight." Grissom rubbed her back as she continued to loom over the toilet.

"But you want to go. I…"

"No Sara we're not going anywhere with you like this. You should be going to the hospital not to eat calamari." The thought of food made Sara's stomach turn once more as she threw up the rest of her previous meal. She tried with all her strength to push herself up off the floor, but failed miserably as she flew back and hit her head on the toilet.

"Sara don't move you're not strong enough." Grissom scooped Sara up into his arms without any hesitation and walked to her bedroom. Her arms hung around Grissom's neck as she tried to balance herself. "I feel so safe but…" Sara's eyes turned black as the memory of Grissom's anger flooded her mind. "How do I know when you're not just going to…" His eyes locked with hers.

"Snap?" Grissom responded in his mind. "Sara, I want you to have something." Grissom placed her as gently as he could in her bed before tucking her in under her comforter like a sick child home from school. He quickly disappeared only for a moment before bringing in a black box and placing it on her lap.

"What's this?" Sara questioned as she slowly began to open the lid, Grissom smacked the box closed again before she was able to examine its contents.

"This is my promise to you that I will never hurt you again." With that statement Grissom remained standing as Sara took off the lid. A tear came to her eye as she stared down at the present. The thought of ever using his gift made her stomach do flips.

"A gun?" As the tears in her eyes clouded her vision, she failed to see Grissom shake as he summoned up enough courage to explain.

"It's my mother's, she gave it to me when I was eight incase my father ever tried to attack me and she wasn't there to protect me. I know it seems wrong for a mother to give her son such a gesture. Nonetheless, it gave me a sense of security knowing I had defense against someone much more powerful. I never used it. Ironic isn't it?" Grissom placed Sara's hand on the surface of the gun allowing her to feel the cold metal against her warm skin. She remained stunned as he rubbed her hand with his thumb while keeping her grip over the weapon.

"No Grissom I would never, no matter what happened." Steady streams of tears flowed from her eyes at the thought of Grissom dying from her own actions.

"Promise me Sara if I ever get out of control again and you're in danger shoot me. If I still don't stop then put me out of my misery. I can't live with the thought of hurting you again." Grissom held Sara's hand a little tighter as he waited for her response.

"No Grissom there are other ways. You just need help! Someone has to be able to help you." Sara cried.

"Please, if you still have the slightest bit of love in your heart for me, promise that you'll use this. Please." Grissom begged once more. Sara looked away from Grissom's gaze not being able to look the man who she still loved in the eye. She didn't bother to hold back another round of tears as she said the words which broke her heart.

"I promise." Sara stuttered as she grabbed Grissom into a hug she wished that could never end. In each other's arms they were safe, even if it were just for one moment in time. They had each other; Sara could only hope it would stay that way.