Chapter 7: I Guess This Is Goodbye. . .
Oh, after all this time I never thought we'd be here,
Never thought we'd be here,
When my love for you was blind
And I couldn't make you see it,
Couldn't make you see it,
That I loved you more then you'll ever know
And a part of me died when I let you go. . .
Blind - Lifehouse
Sara could feel the scratchy bristles of Grissom's beard against her cheek as he held her. God, he was holding her! How long had she hoped for this, dreamed of this? And yet as he held her she could feel her heart being torn apart by the love that she clung to with everything in her being.
"Oh God, Grissom." He pulled away at the sound of her voice. His hands still resting on her shoulders, "What's wrong Sara?" "I love you, Grissom!" Stunned Grissom's hands fell from her shoulders. Shock displayed on his features. But Sara misunderstood his reaction, thinking he was repulsed, she continued her voice growing louder, "I love you, Gilbert Grissom, and I have to say goodbye to you and I'll be damned if I know how!"
She had paced away from him during her tirade and now she turned back, walking to him, one hand finding its way to rest against his cheek, she whispered, "Couldn't I kiss you? Just once?" Then without waiting for an answer she moved closer, slowly looking him in the eye, she moved until he could feel her breathe against his lips. In the end he was the one who moved pressing his lips against hers. Softly, sweetly he kissed her and she kissed him back. Then she stepped away from him, her hand making a trail down his cheek. "Tell me Grissom. Tell me and I'll stay." She looked in his eyes and knew that he was not going to say the words she so needed to hear.
"I guess this is goodbye." He said, "Yes," she replied, "I guess so." Then she walked to the door her hand hovering on the handle, hoping he would stop her. Hoping.
But then she was turning the handle and opening the door, "Sara wait!" Sara turned, her eyes meeting Grissom's, pleading with him, "I-I. . ." God he wanted to say it. She loved him. She would stay. How, how would he ever make it through with out her? But in the end the words wouldn't come. He cleared his throat and looked away,"When do you leave?" "Once I finish getting my stuff packed up. So, Friday, I guess." Five days, only five days.
Grissom looked away and when he looked back, she was gone. His hands covered his face as he sank to the floor in despair. "I love you."