"Sara, it was nothing like that, nothing at all." He piercingly stared at her wet eyes. "There was a rough night once, Eddie was acting up and," Grissom seemed saddened by the memory of Catherine's tragic past, and he paused for a minute. "Sara," he continued with difficulty as her lean frame was pushed up against his own, "it was nothing like that, I swear. Don't you trust me?" Sara seemed to inch closer to him, if being any close was possible at all.

"Of course I do," she whispered, "I trusted you with my heart." Grissom's ears perked up. 'What did she say? Was that, trusted or trust?'

"Sara?" He questioned.

"Trust, I said trust!" She corrected herself, flustering, but inevitably Sara knew that no one was being fooled.

"Sara, I didn't even ask you anything." Sara looked to be on the verge of tears again before she caught Grissom's smile. Finally, the air between them fell somber again. "Will you not trust me with your heart again?" His hands slipped down along her torso and nestled a little above her hips and locked themselves in place behind her back.

"Gris." she began hesitantly, and tried to disregard the fact that his hands had become rigid at her pause. "Grissom," she began anew, "I don't know if I ever could, you broke it once." She brought her voice down to a whisper once again. "Griss?" She almost whimpered. Grissom took a shaky breath as their eyes locked. He could see her eyes pooling with fresh tears.

"Yes..." A mere second of a pause, "baby?" Sara's body began changing under his grasp. It was cooling down, heating up, and finally she began to subtly shake.

"Griss," she painfully blinked her eyes and Grissom saw a tear drop traverse its way across her cheek. "Grissom it hurt." Her body's shaking was becoming stronger and stronger until finally, Grissom thought them to be convulsions. "It hurt so bad Grissom," she let her head droop on his chest. "It hurt, so badly. I barely survived, I couldn't, I can't, live without you." The shaking increased ever more and finally Sara broke down. "Don't you have anything to say Grissom anything at all? You hurt me. You hurt me." Making all of that out through her sobs, Sara took a step backward unclasping Grissom's hands. Covering her face with her hands she turned her back to Grissom. There was nowhere that she could go, defeat was inevitable, so Sara just stood in front of Grissom, crying uncontrollably.

Uncomfortable, heart-breaking silences were popular with Grissom today. When he finally jumped out of yet another trance, he immediately stepped up to Sara, just a centimeter from her back.

"Sara, Sara please don't do this. Please, please don't. I never meant it. I never meant to hurt you." Sara might as well have not heard a word Grissom had said as she showed no sign of it. "Damn it Sara! Why won't you believe me?" Sara wheeled around, a scowl on her face was partially covered by the streaming tears.

"How can you even say that Grissom? You, you,"

"Please don't hate me," Grissom whispered as he wrapped his arms around Sara's body once more and tugged her near him. Bodies pressing up against each other, Grissom could see the bewildered, confused look on Sara's face. But, he couldn't stop, not now. Leaning against the side of the stall, Grissom leaned in for the kiss.

An update will persue tomorrow or maybe the day after. Please review, they are greatly appreciated. :)