(A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get put up. But here it is and Enjoy!)
Grissom looked up at her apartment. She was leaving. It was his fault.
He pulled the car keys out of the ignition; looked at her apartment, then shoved them back in. With a shake of his head, he turned on the engine, and then put the car in reverse.
Just as he was about to pull out he saw her face in his head again.
"Damnit!" He yelled to himself as put the car back in park.
He could just go up there, tell her that he was sorry, make her stay. He could see what would happen. She'd open the door, be surprised to see him, invite him in, he would tell her how he felt, she'd confess how she felt, and then they would kiss.
Too bad he didn't think that he couldn't actually do it.
Grissom sighed louder…when had everything got this bad? When had Sara fallen so far that she would consider suicide? It had to have developed over time…why hadn't he seen it? He was an investigator; it was his job to notice people! How could he disregard Sara like that?
I wouldn't have. He told himself. Of course he wouldn't forget her…. He was her friend, right? And a friend would have noticed if their friend had gotten that that bad. Maybe he was just a bad friend. He would never forget Sara. But could she forget him?
She looked around her empty apartment. Sara was actually leaving. Leaving her job, leaving Las Vegas, leaving Grissom.
She took a deep breath. She was going to really do it; she was going to leave.
Sara grabbed her purse off the empty counter and started for the door. She was surprised when someone knocked on it.
Grissom stood on the other side of the door.
"Hello." He said, entering the apartment. Sara watched as he looked around and his face became unreadable.
"Hi." She answered shortly, hoping that he would leave soon, she couldn't put up with him when he was looking the way he was.
"So you're leaving, then?" He asked.
Sara gave him a skeptical look, and then answered, "Yeah, I put in put two weeks notice two weeks ago."
"I know." He answered shortly.
Sara just nodded, not knowing why he was there. Or what he was planning to accomplish.
He turned to her, his icy blue eyes staring right into her dark brown eyes. Sara tried not to notice the look in his eyes, she felt as if he was looking into her soul. Sara quickly averted her eyes, releasing a breath that she didn't know she was holding.
"Grissom, I don't know why you're here, but I need to leave." She said, clutching her purse, hoping that he would just leave.
"Sara, what happened?" He asked. She looked back up at him.
"What do you mean?" She asked back wishing that they could just each go their separate ways. She didn't want him to hurt her more than he already did.
"What happened. Why were you there? Why would even thing of doing something like that?" He asked as he neared her.
"We already talked about that. I'll be ok once I leave." After she said those words, she watched as he closed his eyes in pain; she didn't mean to hurt him, he was always the one to hurt her. Maybe he hadn't always meant to hurt her. No, don't think like that. I'll end up staying then. I need to leave.
She watched him as he looked up. His eyes looked so sad, so hopeless, and so lonely. Just like hers.
"I don't want you to go." He said in a soft voice.
God, why did you have to say that! Sara wondered, Why couldn't you have said something else… like the lab can't have me leave! Why does he do this to me? I already made my choice.
Sara turned away, all her frustration and sadness turned to anger.
"How could you say that?" She asked softly. "How could you say that as I'm walking out the door?"
"I don't want you to leave, I need you to stay." He said back just as softly.
Sara turned around sharply and threw her purse across the room.
"That's right, Grissom!" She yelled at him, "You NEED me, so I turn around, and go running to you!" She advanced on him, tears welling up in her eyes that she wanted to keep from him, she had to show him that she had strength, that she would not roll over on this.
"Sara, I'm sorry." He said in a very defeated voice.
"Of coarse you are! I'm leaving! That's the only time you're ever sorry! Not after you fuck up! Not after you hurt me over and over again! Only when I'm halfway out the door! You think I'm gonna stay for this shit? Well you thought wrong!"
They both were silent for a moment, She moved so she was right in his face, until they each felt the other's breath, until they each could feel the other shaking from anger, then in a very soft voice, Grissom asked,
"Is this what you meant by too late? Because you're starting to confuse me." His voice raised until it matched Sara's, "Am I too late when you find a younger man? When you get up and leave? Or am I only too late after you kill yourself! I want to know what I'm dealing with, here."
Sara stared at him open mouthed.
"You bastered!" Sara yelled, using her hands to push him away from her, "You fucking bastered! You don't know the hell that I've lived through, the hell I live through everyday! Did you know that it physically hurt to push myself to go to work! No, I bet you didn't! Because you have your head too far up in your ass to see anything!"
"Sara, did you even think while you were up there! Did you think of anyone while you were going to end your life! Or were you just thinking of yourself!" He said as they started going round in circles.
"You have no idea how much I thought up there! You have no idea what happened there! Everything made so much sense! It was so clear! The only thing that I couldn't make any sense of was why I'm still in love with you!"
As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back. She turned from him, and covered her mouth. How could I have actually told him that? Why couldn't have kept my mouth shut? Tears fell out of her eyes. The sadness only increased when she didn't hear him say anything at all.
After moments of a very uncomfortable silence, Sara turned around bravely, trying to keep emotion out of her eyes.
"I would like you to leave now." She said coldly.
Grissom stared at her, his face empty of all emotion. Sara couldn't help but think bitterly, And you wanted me to stay, you can't even turn me down properly.
After another moment of neither one of them moving, Sara started to the door. If he wasn't going to leave, she sure as hell wasn't about to stay.
Grissom moved so he was blocking her path. She looked up at him angrily, hoping that a simple glare would make him move; but he still held his ground.
Damnit, just move! Let me get out of here with out you hurting me anymore! Please just let me leave. Sara silently pleaded with him.
He still held his ground.
"Grissom, move." She growled, ignoring the hot tears that kept running down her face. She really needed to get out of there.
"No." He answered shortly.
Sara huffed in disbelief, "No?" He nodded, "No as in you don't understand me, or as in you won't move?"
"I'm not moving, Sara. We need to talk." He said, backing up against the door, to further trap Sara.
"You know what? I'm not in the mood to talk. Move."
"No."
"Move."
"Sara, I'm not moving." He said with a small chuckle. How could he even dare laugh now? "So no matter how many times you ask me to, I won't."
"Goddamnit Grissom, What do you want!" Sara yelled, she had noticed her voice was becoming scratchy, whether from all the screaming or crying she was doing; she would never know. "What do you need in order to leave me alone!"
"I need you."
Sara hit him across the face. "No, no, no, no! Damnit Grissom!" She yelled as she continued hitting him on his chest, "No! You leave me alone! Let me go!" She screamed when he, once again, grabbed her wrists to prevent him from hitting her.
Sara continued trying to hit Grissom until he pulled her to him in a kiss. She immediately melted, damn him. She was still moving her arms, trying to get him to let go of hers with little success.
When Grissom finally did remove his hands from holding her wrists, they encircled up and behind his neck. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her too him. He felt her hot tears continue to pour out of her eyes.
They both ceased kissing at the same time, lack of oxygen being the reason.
"Please don't leave." Grissom said, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Grissom, I don't know how I can stay." She said as she pushed herself away from him. He held her to him.
"Just stay."
She looked uncertain as she moved her focus from his eyes to his collar of his shirt and played with it silently. She couldn't stay, she had all her bags packed, she quit her job, and she had nothing left- except for Grissom. Was he worth it? She ceased playing with his collar. Of coarse he was worth it…but would he leave her? She knew that she wouldn't be able to survive without him.
When she finally did speak, Grissom sucked in a breath.
"You do realize that you're stuck with me now, right?" She said, while her mind was begging for more confirmation that he meant that he wanted them to be together.
The breath that Grissom was holding came out in a sigh of relief. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Sara gave him a smile, while still looking at his collar. He could tell that she was still uncertain, so he leaned in to kiss her when he mumbled,
"I do love you, too though. Just thought you should know."
The kind of flying that Sara felt then was nothing compared to the flying she had almost experienced that day. This flying in fact was so much better she couldn't help but smile into Grissom's lips as he placed another kiss on her own. Somehow, she knew that everything would be ok. As long as she was with him.
(A/N: I tried to end it happily for you girly-do! This is the best I could do. I hope youguys all liked it, Thank you for all your wonderful reviews, you guys are awesome! Leave me another one, let me know how you liked this ending, if you thought it was believeable, or whatever, but thanks for everything!)