Chapter Fourteen: Deeper Than Crying

Attracted. Attracted. Attracted.

The words were reeling over and over and over in his head. He sat in his room, in the dark with only a single candle for lighting source.

Am I attracted? I mean, this shouldn't be some big ordeal, so I walked in on my coworker. Most guys would turn away, get a beer, and sleep on it. But I can't. I think that with the food fight, the mountain air, the whole sensation of being up here, I'm really starting to fall for-

"Grissom!"

Grissom looked like a deer in the headlights. It was Sara...

"You know you could-a knocked." She scolded. She didn't sound at all upset. More enthralled than anything else. "It's freezing in here Griss." She whispered romantically as she guided herself by candlelight to the window, shutting it gently. "Must be at least in the low 40's. Gettin' colder."

Apparently Grissom was taking this more seriously than Sara. She was totally blowing it off.

"Sara?"

"Why is it so dark in here? Is this a light switch, no, guess there's no lights in here..."

"Sara?"

"Yes Grissom?"

"I wanted to apologize," He stood up from his seat and walked to her. She was wrapped in a silky lavender colored bathrobe. Her hair was air dried. Loose ringlets fell down to her shoulders and hugged her neck. To Gil Grissom, this was sexy.

"I wanted to uh, say I'm sorry for what I did, previously. I didn't know..."

Sara raised an eyebrow. A confession?

"I wanted to say that when I, came in I uh..."

Sara was catching on, maybe, and decided to throw herself out there. "Were you attracted? The words had escaped his lips. He couldn't say them now. No. He couldn't.

"You're attracted, aren't you?" She breathed, placing a hand on the side of his face.

"Na, No. I'm sorry. I wasn't attracted. His face was turning increasingly red. Dark rings encircled his eyes. It had to be after twelve now. "Sara, what I meant was..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhh..." She hushed him. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Again, he hadn't thought about what he meant. She ushered him to the bed behind her. She folded it down and fluffed the pillows. "Come here Grissom." She motioned holding out a hand for him.

What on earth is she doing? I'm not taking her advances.

But for some strange reason, he took her hand and she laid him down. "Now, listen to me," She said as she tucked him in like a little boy and sat beside his head. "Tomorrow, all of us are going Christmas shopping in downtown Sylva. You're coming whether you like it or not. Hear me?" He nodded and suddenly felt as if he was eight years old again. She was now stroking his hair, brushing back his curly pepper gray locks, just as her mom had done to her when she was a little girl. "You still find out what you mean, ok?" He nodded in reply. She removed his glasses and placed them on the night stand. He was falling asleep now. His eyes closed and she got up from his bedside. But before she left, she kissed his forehead. Still heated from embarrassment. Sara shut the door and exited the room.

Walking to her room she walked to her room and collapsed onto the carpeted floor in sobs.

She was feeling rather sick to her stomach and the thought that Grissom would never find out what he meant, was soon coming into her mind.

I want him to love me, cause, I love him...

She soon fell asleep on the floor. Crumpled there in a heap with tears streaming down her face in her sleep. She was plagued by deep, horrific nightmares.

But Sara Sidle would never remember.

She would never remember, her body being lifted from the ground, placed in her posh bed, her body being covered up by silky sheets. She wouldn't even remember, the kiss that was applied to her feverish forehead, and the kiss that was stolen to her cheek. And Sara Sidle would never remember how the person of these doings took one last long glance at her before leaving, regretting at what he'd said to her. How he had known what he meant. When, he was actually holding in his greatest fear. But now, that she was asleep, nobody could see. Nobody could see the actual silvery tears escaping from Grissom's blue orbs...

These chapters are going to be in chunks. So if it says like Chapter 2 on the thing, then that means that there could be a few chapters inside. I don't write long chapters.

Hope you all like my story so far.

The reason this is set in the mountains of North Carolina is because, well, first of all it's my favorite place on earth, and I simply love the mountains. Most of where the CSI gang stays and goes I've been to before.

Like, downtown Sylva, Waynesville, Cullowee, Caney Fork, Dillsburo, and lots of other places. Hope you like it, I'll try and write more! I'm still going and not out of ideas yet.

Love the reviews...keep them comin' I get so happy when I get them. If any of you have some constructive ideas, I'll be honored to have them. Thanks.

-grissomsblueorbs