Sara knocked on Grissom's door. She was actually at his house; Her heart was beating so fast she thought she was going to pass out.

"Coming!" She heard him yell as he undid the locks.

"Sara," He sighed. "Come on in."

She took a few steps into his Townhouse and looked around.

Off to the right his living room looked like something right out of a magazine. Soft blue curtains, a 52" TV, a white couch. Everything in the room blended together perfectly.

"Wow. Did you hire a decorator?" Sara joked.

Gil blushed. He guided Sara into the living room and the two sat on the couch, Sara at one end and Gil at the other.

"So," He started. "You wanted to talk?"

Sara grinned. She did want to talk; She just wasn't sure what she wanted to talk about.

"Well, I like you," She stuttered, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.

Gil smiled; He wasn't sure what to say to that.

Sara put her hand to her forehead; She felt like such an idiot for coming over here. She over talked around Gil. She should had known better than to think anything that came out of her mouth would make any sense.

"I like you too, Sara," Gil finally said.

Sara sighed.

"No," She mumbled. "I like you."

Gil still seemed confused.

"Sara, I think I know where you're going with this. And you and I both know it won't work."

"Grissom! Open you're eyes! Who is going to stop us?"

Gil shifted in his seat; He didn't mean to upset her.

"Sar, I know what you mean. But we could get fired. Then what? We lost our jobs for a relationship that might not work out?"

Sara closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid.

"Look, I'm sorry. Coming over here was obviously a mistake. Just forget I ever said anything."

She stood up to leave, but Gil grabbed her hand.

Sara glanced down at their hands, fingers entwined. A warm smile spread on her tired face but quickly left.

"No, you're right. We could lose our jobs."

Gil stood up to join her.

"Sara? Are you okay?"

She raised one brow.

"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"

Gil rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Is this about breaking up with Hank?"

Sara scoffed. He really thought this was about Hank?

"God, you're even dimmer than I thought."

"What do you mean?" Gil asked. He was so confused.

Sara pushed his hand off of her shoulder as hard as she could. She was mad at herself for visiting Gil.

"Just leave me alone."

She walked towards the door but Gil jumped in front of her, blocking her from going anywhere.

"Sara, talk to me. I'll never understand what you want if you don't talk to me!"

Sara took a step backward.

"I do not want to talk to you. Obviously we want different things."

Gil grabbed Sara's shoulders and held her at an arms length away. He felt the urge to kiss her, but refrained. He wanted to know what was on her mind first.

"Sara, please talk to me. What's on your mind honey?"

Sara stopped fighting Gil. He had called her honey; That was enough to get her to calm down.

She relaxed her shoulders and Gil lowered his arms; The two just stood there in the hallway, looking in the others eyes.

"What did I say?" He asked cautiously. He didn't show it, but inside he loved her more than he had ever loved anything else.

Sara sat down on the floor, letting the cold hardwood touch her legs.

For the first time in a long time she saw the Gil she loved. But she didn't let him know that. Not yet.

"Sara? Please answer me. What's wrong?"

She glanced up at him; He was still standing, looking down at her.

He offered her his hand and he helped her stand up.

"I'm just a little confused. You say that you don't want a relationship; But yet you flirt all the time with me and you even sent me flowers once! Make up your mind before it's too late."

Gil looked affectionately at Sara; "It's now or never," He thought.

He pulled Sara close to him and kissed her.

As the two pulled apart, Sara smiled.

"I guess that means you do want a relationship?"

Gil shook his head.

"No. I just felt like kissing you."