I repost this chapter because of POV errors. I went through this chapter, and corrected them.

Disclaimers: See Chapter 1.

Chp. 2:

While the coffee brewed, we maintained our eye contact and I relishing that I could be able to do it so freely. I felt very much content. But soon the coffee maker began to sputter and I had to turn back to it. I found, once again by directions set by Sara, two mugs and pouring coffee into them. After that I brought them down, where I handed one to Sara. I sat mine own down on the coffee table, before sitting myself, then I reached to take a sip of my coffee while Sara did herself. I took one more sip, trying to compose how to approach the matter in hand while doing so. I reached out to take Sara's hand in mine, and she scooted closer to me. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but she was thankfully not crying anymore. I have never been able to handle seeing the female gender cry, and now that the crying woman had been Sara, I had been on the verge myself, of crying as I watched her break down earlier.

"I meant what I said before Sara." It was said by way of continuo our earlier conversation. "You are the strongest woman I have ever met."

I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. I look into her eyes. They are still read and puffy, but now sans the tears, and there's no more tear streaks on her cheeks either. Those she dried off while I was brewing the coffee.

"I can describe just how appreciative I am, about you coming here, pushing me into telling you what was wrong. It was really threatening to destroy me." She starts after seeing her take a deep breath. "I was mad when you did the pushing, but now I think that it was the right choice of you. And I'm so sorry about that and me going off the handle in front of Catherine. I should really apologize to her for that."

"You should." I tell her. "But not before you are really ready to do it. I'll go tell her that I went to talk to you. She'll ask me if I know why, but I won't tell her. It's simply because as I told you before, I'll let it be up to you, whether or not you'll tell the guys. Or when you're ready yourself."

"I appreciate that Grissom." Sara told me with a hint of that bright smile of hers. "So what was it that you had on your mind?"

I looked down for a minute, just to collect my thoughts. Then I looked back up, found her hand and just held onto it.

"Remember when you came to my office, a few weeks ago, and asked me all of these questions of yours?" I ask her. "About why dropped everything to come here, helping me out with the Holly Gribbs case. About why you then moved out her, solemnly on my request." I She nodded in recognition to that. "After you left then, I had my own stuff to think about."

Her questions had indeed made me think about a lot of stuff. And that had led me to realize things in my thought process.

"The answers, or more questions, here is pretty simple Sara." I say to her looking into her eyes. "Why do think I called on you for clearing that Gribbs case? Why do think that I asked you to come work here?" It had become pretty clear, after my dense brain had sorted itself out while thinking; my mind had finally worked out the solution to her questions. Much to realize that the answer had been the ones to my somewhat buried desires, the desires, which I had had for the better part of almost fourteen years. Desires that was apparently returned by her, and I see the reaction to my questions in her eyes and nod. "Yes Sara." I nod. "It's because I loved you then and I still love you and I love you very much indeed." I squeeze her hand tenderly, and give her an affectionate smile. "And working around you again, made me happier than I had been for quite a while. So after the Gribbs case, I had to do something to keep you close to me, so that was why I asked you to transfer here. It was good for some time, and I loved the opportunity to flirt with you again. But along the way we went sour and, as you may think by my "no" to your invitation, it wasn't you who was the problem then. It was me who had a lot going on, and I was too proud to confide in anyone about it. And I really also knew what to do about us, but I was also scared at that time, because you mean so much to me. Which by the way, you have done for nearly fourteen years now." I admitted a bit shyly. Drawing in a deep breath, which broke my flow of non-stop talking, and Sara left to jump in with her piece of mind.

"You mean to tell me, that you've loved me for nearly fourteen years?" She asks me in a bit of a disbelief I can tell.

"Yes exactly Sara." I tell her. "I've been in love with you, ever since I laid eyes on you at that seminar."

"I've been in love with you, too, for the same amount of time." She says to me.

We sit there, letting everything settle in our respective minds, while staring into each other's eyes. Her eyes are almost back to normal, and her chocolate brown orbs are sparkling with a joy, I have not seen since she arrived in Las Vegas. I could easily stay put here, but suddenly I remember Ecklie and Catherine, and I realize, that I need to get back to CSI.

"Look, there's nothing that I'd rather do, than staying here." I say reluctantly. "But I have to get back to CSI to tell Ecklie, that I'm not going to fire you. I also have to order Catherine to back off, and not pressure you to tell her why it is, that you went off the handle with her." I stand up and she follows me as I walk to her door. "But I'll be back later, if that's okay with you? I have my story to tell you."

"Just come back later." She says to me. I surprise her, when I leaned in, and brushed my lips softly against hers. She's not prepared and I'm not either. Her lips are soft, and I'm left with tingling lips. That should do for now, because if I put more pressure in that kiss, I will definitely not be leaving anytime soon.

"I'll definitely come back." I assure her. I scoop a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, before I open the door and leaves.

I hope that this was better. And there's of course more to come.

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