A/N: I have altered the two previous chapters to help with the upcoming storyline. Probably be helpful to at least reread the end of chapter eight but definitely chapter nine. The next few chapters are dedicated to Wiccamage. Thanks for renewing my interest in this story and making me do the research it deserves. Also, thank you for my few but faithful readers.

My Best Enemy

Chapter Ten

CSI…Interview Room…

Sara stared at her supervisor open-mouthed. Did he just say what she thought he said? The look on Brass' face confirmed it.

Incensed, Sara stood up from the table, sending the chair crashing to the floor. Brass took an unconscious step backwards, while Grissom stubbornly remained rooted.

"Grissom," Sara began with much emphasis. "I'd like to speak with you in your office. Please." Her tone was low and deadly.

Something about the way she said 'please' made Grissom more than a little fearful. But no wise man would refuse a request of this nature, unless he was welcoming bodily harm.

"Of course."

Grissom's Office…

"How dare you! How dare you insult me that way!" Sara's angry voice and hateful glare followed Grissom to his desk after he cautiously closed the door.

"Sara-"

"Don't Sara me!" Tears of frustration gathered near the corners of her eyes. "I can't believe you!"

"I can't believe you, Sara." Grissom planted his hands flat on the desktop and leaned towards Sara, fed up with the inappropriate behavior and her insubordinate tone. "You, were flirting with a murder suspect. You could have compromised the entire investigation."

"What? I was not! I was being nice because we didn't have enough for another warrant and needed to rule him out as a suspect. You on the other hand, humiliated me in front of my peers - again!"

"Who Brass?"

There was that 'I'm fucking oblivious' stare and patronizing tone that only served to incense Sara further.

She was infuriated and exhausted from his emotional tug of war. These last several weeks, Sara wasn't sure who she was dealing with from one moment to the next. The Grissom who held her hand and bribed someone from the deli to order her favorite lunch or the one that constantly toyed with her feelings and talked down to her in front of co-workers. She considered for a moment that this may have been payback for the own outburst with him recently, but it wasn't his style. Besides, Grissom's personality disorder type behavior had been consistent over the last years. She wished that she could have Doc Robbins autopsy his brain so that she could finally figure out what the hell was going on in there.

How were they ever going to be together if he didn't trust her? Sara questioned as she continued on with her argument internally. He didn't even trust her enough to know that she would never jeopardize a case by using sex to get what she wanted. That was more Catherine's style. Okay, it was a low blow but Catherine did do it all the time and Grissom wasn't practically calling her a slut in front of Brass or anyone else within earshot!

Was this what she was to expect…forever? A career full of confusion and disrespect? She thought that there would be a benefit to having the boss like you. Not that she expected anything unethical, just maybe a few less decomps in enclosed spaces. So far, she couldn't get a benefit of a doubt, no less a little common respect or choice assignment. And they weren't even sleeping together - they hadn't even kissed - he hadn't even told her that he liked her - what the hell? This was never going to work out and she wasn't willing to invest another decade. She should have cut her losses a long time ago while she was still reasonably sane.

"You know what? I've had enough of this shit." Sara continued on verbally, ignoring the shocked look on her supervisor's face. "You're driving me crazy. And I've had it with your multiple personalities." She swore as she moved to the door. "When this case is finished, so am I."

"That's your solution to everything?" His words interrupted her departure.

"Huh?"

"Leaving." He lowered his voice trying not to draw too much more attention to his office. Grissom knew it was risky making the conversation personal, but he needed calm her down. He also knew that if Sara walked out of that door now, like this, she would not return.

Warrick and Catherine's words of advice floated through his mind once again. He needed to be open, honest and let her know that he was serious about 'this.' "Whenever things are difficult between us, you always want to leave me." Frustration underlined his disappointed tone.

Leave me? Did he mean leaving Gil Grissom the man or did he mean, leaving him as her supervisor of CSI? Sara wondered as she studied his intense eyes. More doublespeak.

"Grissom, what do you want from me? You keep me in a constant state of confusion. Tell me what you want from me, professionally or otherwise."

Grissom's mouth worked for several seconds, but no words came forth.

She rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in surrender and moved, once again, towards the door. She wasn't sticking around to try and decipher his words - or lack there of.

"Sara wait." Grissom moved quickly to the door to halt her exit. He really was ready to move forward with Sara, but she had a way of getting under his skin and that made him irrational and off kilter. There was never going to be a relationship if he didn't learn how to trust her, completely. "Sara, I'm sorry."

"Whatever, Grissom. I've got work to do."

"Really, Sara." Grissom placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Interview room…

"Where's Sara? I thought you would be here for a while." Catherine inquired as she stepped into the interrogation room with an armful of file folders.

"Kicking Grissom's ass." Brass returned with a grimace. He had remained at CSI trying to figure out how much time to give Sara with Grissom before he rescued his friend.

"Oh. Then these files can wait." A mischievous grin appeared onto the woman's face.

Grissom's Office…

Sara closed her eyes and counted to ten. Anything to keep from throttling her boss. "Why do you do this? I don't understand why you do this."

"I was angry." Grissom admitted honestly.

"Why? What do I do to piss you off, other than exist?"

He let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his graying hair, "You were flirting with that guy."

"I was not flirting with that guy, Grissom."

"You were flirting with that guy and I…I lost it."

"He was flirting with me. God, you're unbelievable."

"You didn't seem to mind." He returned softly, while his eyes scanned the floor continuously as if the answer to their problems lay within the grout of the tiled floors.

"I wanted the evidence." She gestured wildly with her hands. "We needed to get him off the streets. He knows where I live!"

"I know, I'm sorry…I was…"

"Was what?" Sara waited for a response, then filled in her own blank when he didn't answer. "Jealous?"

"Okay."

"When are you going to get it, Grissom?"

"Get what?"

"Ugh!" She practically yelled in frustration. "This has to stop, Grissom. You're making me crazy!"

"I know, I'm sorry. Just…don't leave, okay?"

Sara turned away as she swiped at an escaped tear. Suddenly she felt both physically and mentally drained.

"Sara," Grissom grasped her wrist gently and rubbed his thumb along the inside the palm of her hand, avoiding the few remaining band aids. "Give me a chance to make this right."

"I'm so tired Grissom."

"I know, Honey. I know. It'll get better, I promise."

Sara looked away again weighing his words, though it was difficult to concentrate with his fingers moving distractingly against her hand. But this was what she wanted. What she had been waiting for almost her entire adult life. "One last chance Grissom and I swear I'm leaving you, this town and this country if I have to."

"Good." Tugging her towards him by the wrist, "Thank you." He whispered as he continued to pull her with him to the rear of the office. There, behind the rows of maggot filled terrariums and out of view from prying eyes, Grissom planted a chaste kiss on Sara's cheek.

Sara's breath hitched with the contact and stared in astonishment at Grissom, who immediately ducked his head shyly.

He was absolutely adorable.

God, I'm such a sucker.

"How do you do it?" Sara questioned in amazement.

"Do what?"

"Manage to infuriate me one minute to the point of violence, then charm me to pieces in the next."

"Years of practice Sara. Years of practice." Grissom teased with a chuckle.

Just then, Sara's pager vibrated, breaking the spell.

Sara choked back laughter as she read the message. "Brass wants to know if I've disposed of your body yet."

Grissom chuckled again lightly. "I guess I deserve that. So, uh…Have you …you think we could have breakfast together?"

Her heart leapt at the invitation then deflated just as quickly.

"Oh, sorry. I...uh, have plans for this evening. I need to shop for food this morning and get some sleep."

Sara couldn't believe she had just turned down a date with Grissom but she wanted to keep her word with Dana. Their friendship was still delicate. "Rain check for tomorrow?" She asked hopefully though she could feel the immediate change in his demeanor.

"If you can find the time." He tossed curtly over his shoulder as he moved back behind his desk. There was definitely a chill in the air.

Sara's first response was anger but she reeled it in and decided to focus on Grissom's shifted mood. The desire to punch his lights out surfaced once more but quickly faded as she realized that he was jealous again.

"Dana, Grissom. I promised Dana dinner."

"Oh." Was all he managed as he shuffled papers about his desk.

Sara's forehead wrinkled in confusion as she expected the revelation to lighten his mood. Unless…

"Grissom?" She waited until he lifted his eyes to meet her own. "Dana and I are friends - only. You're all I can handle in my twisted little world right now."

Relief flooded his features as the meaning sunk in. "Uh? Thank you?"

Sara laughed a genuine laugh that Grissom loved.

"Can I leave now?"

"Oh, yes." Sara moved once again to the door, however, Grissom's voice stopped her. "Sara, so uhm…Breakfast tomorrow?"

"Yes." Her answer came without hesitation. "It's a date."

She had expected Grissom to flinch when she said the word 'date' but he only smiled and nodded his head in affirmation.

Mentally preparing a shopping, Sara entered the locker room to find the word Dike, written across her locker in bold black marker.

A/N: I know the ending between Grissom and Sara was a little sappy, but I needed them to move on from this point so I in turn can move on with the story.