A/N: And Chapter 4 already! After this one, updates probably won't be daily anymore, but I'll try to update as much as I can. Don't forget to R&R! I need your feedback! Lynn

"What do I see in you?" she asked in a soft voice. "I don't know exactly. I guess it's a package deal." Gris smiled at the way she described it.

"It's your hands... Although they're masculine they can handle anything with the greatest tenderness and care... Your eyes... They see everything, even things a normal person would miss if it were pointed out to them. And they're incredibly blue by the way... Your brain... You are without a doubt the smartest person I've ever met, and you use your intelligence to do good. And after that little kiss just now, you're lips are definately on the pro-list!"

He pulled her tightly against him. "So, miss Sidle... You think that kiss was good? You've aint seen nothing yet!" he whispered in her ear.

Without a warning he picked her up and lifted her into her bedroom. "Gris, really... I don't think this is a very good idea." Sara said.

Grissom put her down on her bed and sat down next to her. "Maybe your right. We shouldn't..."

"That's not what I mean. I do want you, so bad I couldn't even begin to describe, but there are a few things you don't know about me yet..." Sara stared down at her hands. "I have scars. On my body as well as my heart."

"I know honey." he said.

"I've never told anyone about my scars. I always lied about where I got them."

"You can tell me." Gil wrapped his arms around her.

Sara sighed. She freed herself from his arms and started to pull off her right shoe. Gil immediately noticed the pink scar on the bottom of her foot.

"Cigarette-burn?" he asked softly.

"I burnt dinner, he burnt my foot."

She took off her other shoe and then her trousers. There was a big scar on her knee.

"He was hitting my mum once, and I got so scared I smashed a plate. He came up to me, grabbed one of the pieces and cut me with it. It took him two days before he let me go to ER. He told the nurses and the doctors that I had been running with plates in my hand and that I had tripped and hurt my knee on the shards."

Gil softly touched the scar. "God, sweety... I never knew..."

"There's more." she said sadly, a tear rolling down her face.

She slowly took of her shirt and revealed a very small scar just below her left breast. Gil had no idea what would have made that impression.

"His favorite hitting point." she explained. "Belts, fists, rings, sticks. Always across my heart."

Gil's eyes widened. Sara's father had not only hit her, but he had abused her mentally as well. Sara broke into tears.

For the very first time Gil comforted her. Not just by holding her hand, or saying something to make it better, but by wrapping his arms around her, holding her and kissing her forehead. At this moment he didn't care about anything in the world except for Sara.

Sara looked up at him and tried to kiss him, but he didn't let her.

"I don't want to take advantage of you." he said as he looked into her dark brown eyes.

"You won't!" she tried.

"If you really want it, there will be a time when you and I get together. But not now sweety, not like this." he said to her in a soft voice.

"I guess you're right. I'm tired anyway. Damn it, and I was planning to stay up all day!"

"Get some sleep Sara." Gil eyed her with concern.

"But I don't want you to go..."

"What would you say about dinner tonight. My place at around 7?"

Sara smiled. "That does sound good actually."

"Then it's a date." He stood up and headed for the door. "A real date!" he added.