Disclaimer: Still not mine, none of it.
A/N: Dedicated to Julie. It's not exactly N/S, but it does put a stop to G/S and it makes Sara look like a strong, independent woman.
Friends or something less
"We can't go on doing this anymore." She stated somewhat nervously, but determinedly.
"What?" She should have guessed he wouldn't understand what she was saying and this time, for once, she understood.
"This." She said gesturing between them.
"Sara, I..." He started, then stopped looking slightly uncomfortable.
Déja vu, she thought wryly.
"Look Grissom, I'm sorry I'm bothering you with this. I don't even know why I'm here. It's more my decision than yours. I'm not being fair. Sorry."
"Sara?"
"I'm sorry, I'm always overtalking around you. I'm sorry."
"Sara, stop apologizing."
"Sorry."
She got up to leave his office, not sure what she'd thought she would achieve when she entered his office prepped to have this conversation with him.
"Sara?"
She stopped and turned around already regretting she did as she knew where this was heading.
"Yeah?"
"What happened, I thought you and I. Well, I thought you know."
Wanting to stop his obvious misery she finished his thought.
"That we were getting our friendship back?"
"Yes, that and..."
She wasn't going to finish that sentence for him.
"Is it too late then?"
She hadn't expected to hear that sentence ever again, not in this life time anyway.
"That's the problem, Grissom. I realized it's never going to be too late and that's why I have to stop this. I can't go on dissecting every word you say to me. I can't analyze every cryptic sentence over and over again, I just can't. I'm overtalking again, aren't I?
She turned around again, she needed to leave his office before things would get even more awkward. She heard him call out once again, but this time she didn't turn around.
"Sara!"
She stopped.
"I'm sorry."
And so was she.
FIN