A/N: I know this chapter this short, but I had trouble figuring out what this chapters content should be. Enjoy!
Sara slowly twirled around while looking at herself in the mirror. She was finally ready for her date with Grissom.
Carefully, she slipped on the black heels she had chosen and dabbed her lips with lip gloss.
After glancing in the mirror once last time, she strode out to the living room feeling happier than she had in a long time.
Grissom's Tahoe
Gil slowly pulled into a spot outside of Sara's apartment and shut off his car.
"All right, here you are. Just be yourself. Everything will be fine," He whispered to himself.
Opening his door, he stepped out into the chilly Vegas air. It as unusually cool and he tugged at his jacket, waiting for a warmth that would never come.
The entire way up the stairs to Sara's, he pondered what the evening would be like. Would Sara have fun? Would she enjoy his company or find him annoying?
Before he knew it, he was knocking on Sara's door.
"Coming!" She yelled from inside.
Upon hearing her voice, Gil smiled.
Slowly, Sara swung the door open and Gil's jaw dropped when he saw her.
"Hey," She greeted. "Are you okay?"
Gil smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. You look… amazing!"
Sara giggled; It wasn't like him to complement her.
"We are going to dinner, right? This isn't too dressy?"
Gil shook his head.
"Sara, it's fine. I'm wearing a tux, you're wearing a dress. I mean, people might think we're going to a wedding but it'll be fine."
He extended his arm and Sara gladly took it.
As the two made their way to the car, small talk could be heard accompanied by Sara's nervous giggles.
The Bellagio
Sara daintily ate her garden salad as Gil spoke.
"So, how come we've never gone out to dinner before?"
Sara swallowed her mouthful and grinned.
"Because you always have an excuse as to why you can't."
Gil looked confused; He had always wanted to go to dinner with Sara but couldn't figure out why he hadn't.
"So, what made you finally ask me out?" Sara was over the moon that he finally had, but she wanted to the details as to what had made him do it.
"Oh, I guess I just finally came to my senses," Gil replied.
As Sara smiled, a thought crossed her mind.
"You could ask him over to your place. You could talk or watch a movie."
"Griss?"
"Yes, Sara?"
"Would you like to come over to my place after dinner? We could talk or watch a movie. Or talk."
Gil smiled.
"I'd love to. After we're done talking it should be time to go to work."
He didn't show it, but Gil was incredibly excited Sara had asked him over.
Sara's Apartment
Sara unlocked the door and gestured for Gil to enter first.
"Just let me put my normal clothes back on. I'll be right out, okay?" Sara rushed into her bedroom without waiting for an answer.
"Okay, talk to him for a while. Then tell him what happened. It'll be fine," She thought.
She carefully removed her dress and put on her favorite pair of jeans and the shirt she had thrown on her bed earlier.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea, beer?" Sara asked. She had never been good at playing hostess.
"No, I'm fine. What did you want to talk about?"
Suddenly, all of Sara's confidence about telling Gil what had happened to her was gone.
Grissom sat down on the couch.
"Sara, what did you want to talk about?"
She joined him on the couch.
"Um, look, it's really hard to talk about. I just wanted to let you know that when I can talk about it, I'll let you know."
Gil started to move closer to her, but noticed she was slightly shaking and backed off.
"Sara, you can tell me now. I promise, I'll listen," He soothed.
"I can't. It's too hard."
Sara drew in a shaky breath.
"Great," She thought. "I can barely breathe."
Sara pulled her knees to her chest and locked her arms around them.
"Sara, please tell me. Maybe I can help."
"No! I can't. Maybe you should just leave," Sara sputtered.
Gil sighed.
"Sara, I don't think that's such a good idea. I don't want to leave you alone."
Sara could feel her entire body gently trembling.
"Please, just leave. I can't tell you right now. It's too painful."
Gil didn't let up.
"Sara, keeping things bottled up doesn't solve the problem. It just prolongs the healing process."
She was now getting angry with him.
"You don't understand. It's really painful. Please, just leave and when I'm ready, I'll tell you!"
Gil reluctantly stood up.
"Okay. I'm so sorry, honey. If you need anything, just call me. You can have the night off," Gil calmly said.
He slowly left the apartment, feeling like he had hurt Sara.
After closing the door, he stood outside it for a moment.
Tears stung his deep blue eyes as he heard Sara's sobs.