A/N: I feel like i'm home when I'm here. At school I get weird looks from people when I talk about CSI, and my actual house is definatly not the right plase to talk, but here I'm Praised for being so strange. moia-I'm sticking with the original version that I wrote because I like how this chapter ends. If ANYONE thinks i'm going bonkers tell me and I'll rewrite the chappie. Please don't kill me for the last chappies cliffie.

Disclaimer: again I don't own the characters and I also don't own the song in this one. It's from Bette Midlers Rosmary Cloony Soundtrack. You'll Never Know, It's the first track.

Chapter 3

At this moment a shift change was in the works so everything suddenly stopped when Ecklie's voice rose. Everyone froze in place as Grissom and Sara walked into Ecklie's office; more commonly know as 'the office of doom,' with their heads bowed down toward the floor.

To Grissom and Sara's slight surprise there was already someone in the office; the sheriff.

Ecklie shut the door but stayed standing as they both sat down on the uncomfortable pleather chairs. He didn't even hesitate to speak the two words that Donald Trump is most famous for, 'You're fired.' However, Trump gets paid to say those words, while Ecklie, no matter how much he would love to have that job, doesn't.

The sheriff spoke on this matter immediately. "What, may I ask, are they being fired for?"

You mean I have to explain myself after that?" Ecklie asked getting offensive. Sara's eyes darted across the room to the sheriff, who didn't reply, but still waited for an answer. "For perusing a romantic relationship within the lab," he said making it sound more official than it actually was.

"Where's your proof?" asked the sheriff calmly. Ecklie did not respond to pressure well and was suddenly very uncomfortable. "You can't fire them for two reasons. The first is that you have no concrete proof that any relationship between them actually exists, and the second is because they have to top two solve rates in this lab; possibly in the whole country."

"Fine, three day suspension without pay," He scowled. When neither Grissom nor Sara moved he added, "Now scram before I change my mind."

The two of them both got up and walked out of the office. They went to the locker room and his office, respectively to get their things. They left the lab without talking to their co-workers or each other.

Grissom sighed as he drove away from the lab. It was hard to be mad at Sara because no matter what she did wrong she always seemed to have a smile for him; even if he was extremely mad at her she always smiled at him. That beautiful gap-toothed smile that he loved almost as much as he loved the woman herself.

His cell phone rang and he looked at the caller ID to find Sara's number staring back at him. He flipped open the phone to give her a mouthful but was surprised to her, instead of Sara's voice a song:

You'll never know just how much I loved you

You'll never know just how much I care

And if I try I still couldn't hide my love for you

You 'outta know, for haven't I told you so

A million or more times

You went away and my heart went with you

I speck your name in my every prayer

If there's some other way to prove that I love you

I swear I don't know how

You'll never know if you don't know now

Then as soon as the last word echoed through the phone wires she hung up.

As he opened his front door he pressed the speed dial number for Sara's cell phone. Yes, Sara was on his speed dial. She picked up at the first ring.

"What was that?" Grissom exclaimed.

She hesitated before she replied, "A way of telling you why I did what I did and bracing myself for what is coming next."

He smiled, grateful that she couldn't see him. "It's impossible for me to be mad at you," he paused as if thinking something through. "Can you come over?" he asked hesitantly.

She was silent for a minute. "Okay," she replied. "Okay," she repeated with a smile that he could practically hear. She grinned as she flipped her cell phone closed and turned her car in the direction of his townhouse.

Her reaction was not as happy-go-lucky when she got there. She bit her lip before knocking on the door. He answered it a moment later and stepped aside to let her in. They acknowledged each other with their eyes. Sara nodded and, knowing exactly what she was nodding at, Grissom went into his kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge. She followed him as far as the breakfast bar. He took the can opener magnet off his fridge and opened the bottles, handing the first one to Sara before taking a sip of his own.

She had this odd power to control him. They had yet to speak a word, some people would find that ridiculous but they didn't try to break the silence. They liked it like that. Quiet, so they could both be lost in their own thoughts, or in this case, in each other.

They were half done with the beers before she spoke, breaking the silence. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" the question, of course was meant to be serious, but Sara was, at that moment unable to portray seriousness in any form.

"Why would I do that?" he asked in reply also trying to be serious but having the same problem. Desperate to find the last serious bone in his body he tried again. "Sara, I'm trying to be mad at you but you're you, it's impossible," his sentence made no sense at all, but somehow Sara understood what he was trying to say. They fell silent once more.

"It's true," she told him. Seeing his confused face she went on to explain. "What the song said, 'you'll never know if you don't know now.'" She paused trying to pick the best moment to say what she was about to say. They both knew what was coming but they were both eger to see if Sara would actually say the words out loud.

"I love you, Gil Grissom"

At first he was in to much shock that she actually went through with saying it that it ook a minute to realize that it wasn't a dream, but it was real.

Sara mistook his shock as silence that she was being ignored. "Maybe I should go," she said, putting down the beer and truning toward the door. Grissom followed her and grabed her hand so that she spun around into his arms.

"No," he announced. "You're not going anywhere yet." He made no move to let her go and she made no move to make him.

His next question was very quiet and she could hardly hear it, she wondered if she had imagined it.

"Where were we?"

"I think we were just about here," she said and lifted her head up to kiss him.

A/N: I have a litle bit of a plan for this but, who knows where this will end up. R+R