Author's Note: This chapter is rated T (PG-13 at least).

Sunlight streamed in through the thin hotel curtains, making bright rays flow over the room. She sighed contentedly in her sleep, snuggling a little closer in his arms. His warm breath and beard tickled her neck in the most delightfully pleasant way, but it was how she could feel his heart beating that really made her happy.

He could feel her soft skin against him, and it brought back the memories of the night, of how he had touched and catalogued every inch of it. In his dreamlike state he was perfectly satisfied to lay there with her in his arms, but reality was dawning with the sun. He tried to move as slowly as possible, to stay in the wonderful afterglow for as long as he could. Carefully he manoeuvred himself away from her and out of the bed. He silently retrieved his boxer shorts and t-shirt, which had been so recklessly discarded with hours before, and stepped over her flannel pants and tank top. His bare feet made hardly any sound as he padded towards the door. He stopped to watch her sleeping for a moment, and considered climbing back into the warmth, but he couldn't. With one final glance at what could be, but shouldn't, he let himself out and back to his own, cold and empty bed.

The warmth from his body, which had been constant and arousing in the night was gone, replaced by a vacant space of mattress which now only held the hint of the heat that had been there before. She didn't want to believe that he was gone. Didn't want to think about the day ahead. She didn't open her eyes, and continued to feign sleep as she heard the door shut.

He abruptly tore his mouth from hers and she groaned in response, trying to guide him back to her. He tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling of her skin on his and attempted to speak. She caught his lips again with hers, nibbling his lower one, and guiding his hands to her hips, dragging him down on the bed with her. He gave in and ran his hands over her bare thighs, up towards her stomach, then trailed kisses all the way to her mouth. She tasted delicious. 'Stop!' his brain again screamed, knowing all to well that he had to tell her what was running through his mind.

"Sara…" he managed to say.

Her name coming from his lips only encouraged her, and did nothing to accomplish his goal. Taking measures to the extreme, he rolled onto his side, putting a few inches in between them. She blinked, then looked at him askew,

"What's wrong?" She was afraid that reality was about to come crashing down on her fantasy that she was finally living out.

"If we do this, it changes everything," he said, a serious look coming into his blue eyes.

"Change can be good," she answered simply.

And the sly smile on her face was enough to re-ignite the flame of passion that had overtaken him earlier. For once, Gil Grissom did not think of the consequences, but only of what his heart desired.

'Does this change everything now?' she thought, rolling into the space he had occupied. 'Would he act as if nothing had happened like he always did? This was to big to ignore. He couldn't. But what if he did?' She dreaded the possibilities of the different ways he could react. She hoped and prayed that their night together would lead to something more, that she hadn't spent that night in bliss in vain. A chill filled her and she pulled the blanket tighter around her body.

The case was solved, and the team was heading home. There had been almost no opportunity for either of them to have a private moment the entire time. The drive back to the city was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts and mentally exhausted. He dropped her off at home first, but didn't say anything, hardly making eye contact as she got out of the truck. She did nothing either, as Greg was in the back seat.

She waited that night for him to call, picking up the phone several times, poised to dial his number, but each time hesitated, then quickly hung up. She paced restlessly in her apartment, stopping every few minutes near the front window, hoping that his truck would appear in the parking lot. When she woke up in the morning, alone in her bed, she wondered if things would change at all.

Shift went by slowly. He put her on a separate case with Nick, but she didn't protest. She didn't try to talk to him, didn't pursue him. She went with the possibility that he needed time to think about what had happened.

She waited. Precious moments turned to hours, and hours to days. When a week had passed, a week filled with them working separate cases, him avoiding her, and no time alone she had had enough. It had been to good to be true. She wondered what he was thinking, what made him be so insensitive. Finally she couldn't stand the what ifs any more, couldn't stand the silence and found herself knocking on his apartment door.

He lay on his couch, the migraine medication sitting on the coffee table with a glass of water. It had been a week of fantasies, memories, and actions that had not been acted upon. He was too embarrassed to call her, not sure what to say, and hated the impersonal touch of the phone. He had driven by her apartment numerous times, circling the block, trying to think of what he would say if he knocked on her door. How would he tell her that what they had shared was amazing but would be all they could have? He hated to think that he had used the night of passion to get her out of his system, but it was partially true. He had acted on impulse and later reasoned with himself that now that his fantasy had been fulfilled, his desire should be gone. But he was so wrong. It only made him want her more, made him long for another night with her in his arms. Reason told him no, it couldn't be, it was why he had pushed her away for so long, and the whole night had been a mistake, a huge step backwards. So he did what he thought was right: he continued to push her away and act as if nothing had happened. He thought of it as being cruel to be kind; that if he pretended that they had not shared something, then things would go back to how they had been, and she would move on with her life. He hated himself for it, but he honestly could not rationalize another way for things to be.

The knock on his door jolted him out of his thoughts, and he fumbled to get up, then made his way to the door. Half of him was shocked when he saw her standing there, but the other half had expected it. His mouth opened, then closed, his thoughts not being able to translate into coherent words. Before he could gather them, she spoke:

"What is wrong with you?" she asked harshly.

Again, his mouth gaped, but no words formed.

"I am sick and tired of playing this game Grissom! You've ignored me all week, hell, you barely even looked at me! I honestly cannot understand you…what were you thinking? Why? Did you think that you could ignore the fact that we slept together!"

Like a fish his mouth continued to open and shut, but no sounds were uttered.

"Don't you dare say that you don't know what to do about 'this'!"

"Sara…" it was the only word he could form.

"No! That's it Grissom! It's over! I am not going to take this from you anymore! I am through with you! You make me sick!"

"Sara…"

She shook her head at him, "Consider this my two weeks notice," and she stalked off down the hall.

She flew out to the parking lot, and suddenly felt violently ill. She grabbed the hood of the truck to steady herself before retching on the pavement. She felt hot tears in her eyes, and managed to get herself into the driver's seat and slammed the door. She swiped at the tears and drove blindly down the street. She knew she was to upset to be driving, but she didn't want to sit in his lot. Seeing a gas station, she pulled in and parked behind it, and broke down, sobbing in the darkness.

So…how am I doing so far? Anyone hate me yet? I've read some interesting versions of how some author's think Gum Drops should turn out, and I love them! Wow, you people make me wish I had written that stuff! I can't wait to see how the real episode turns out, but I have a feeling that it won't work into half our fantasies. (lol)

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