Grissom had gone to visit Nick and Clara, leaving Greg outside of Sara's room. He lingered outside for a few minutes, wondering whether or not he should go in. He wanted to see her, but at the same time, didn't know if he could handle her not recognizing him. He paused at the doorway, glancing in the room to see if she was awake.

"Oh hello," she called to him from her bed, noticing him standing there.

He had been seen, he had to go in now. He slowly walked in, expecting not to be known,

"Hi," he replied.

"I remember you from earlier. You talked to me for a bit about the lab. Greg, right?"

He nodded, pleased that she remembered his name,

"That's me."

"You said you were going back to work earlier, how was it?"

"We caught our criminal," he smiled proudly.

"That's really great," she paused, "Greg, you're a really great guy for sitting here with me, explaining things that I should probably know. I want you to know that I appreciate it."

"Sara, I would do anything for you," his voice dropped to a whisper.

She caught his eyes, "Anything?"

He nodded again.

"Then can you tell me something Greg?"

"What?"

"Do Grissom and Sara, I mean, me, do we…do we have a relationship?" she blushed but looked serious at the same time.

Greg didn't really know how to respond, "Um, I….I don't know how to answer that."

"I want to ask him, but I can't because if we did, then I feel terrible that I don't remember. It's just that he is here all the time, and the way he looks at me…I don't know how to explain it. Tell me what you can Greg, please."

"Well, I know that you and Grissom knew each other before you came to Vegas," he started.

"Where was I before that?"

"I think San Francisco. Beyond that, I just know that the two of you are really good friends, or were rather."

"What do you mean?"

Greg paused, he didn't really want to talk about Sara and Grissom's relationship, or what he thought about it. He had a crush on Sara forever, and it broke his heart when he saw the way she looked at Grissom. He knew that something had changed between the supervisor and his colleague lately, but he didn't know what. He hoped that she would give up on Grissom, that she would see that he would treat her better. He sighed and continued talking,

"You guys used to talk a lot more, be a lot more comfortable around each other. I don't know what happened, but something changed. I wish I could tell you more, but I think you're going to have to talk to Grissom."

She considered this for a moment before replying, "I guess I'll have to. Thanks Greg, you're a great guy you know."

He looked at the floor. Even when she had no memory, she still didn't realize he liked her,

"No problem," he answered, "I should probably go now," he motioned towards the door and began to get up.

"Greg, wait a second," she said suddenly.

He turned around. Sara thought for a second, and then began to play with her bed sheets.

"What is it?" he waited for her to say something.

"It's just that…I want to find out what's going on between Grissom and I because…well if there isn't anything, I kind of was wondering if," she paused and then caught Greg's eyes, "I was wondering if there could be an us," she gazed at him.

He was stunned. She saw the look of momentary panic on his face and dropped her gaze and began to ramble, as only she could,

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said that….I just….I really think you are a great guy…I like you…Oh, I shouldn't have been so forward-"

"Sara," he said, walking back towards her bed. She stopped talking and met his eyes,

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that," she smiled at him, but he continued, "But, we're going to have to wait and see what happens. What happens between you and Griss, and if you get your memory back."

She frowned, "I know…but if it does work out, can we try?"

Sara was looking at her hands, and Greg reached out, taking her chin with his fingers. He lightly tilted it up to meet his gaze, "Of course," he replied simply.

"I'll be right back with your orders," the waitress left, leaving the table's occupants in an awkward silence.

Catherine fiddled with her napkin, not raising her eyes from it. She could feel Warrick's gaze on her.

"Cath," the mention of her name startled her, and she raised her own gaze to his. Warrick's was serious, his brows knitted together, obviously thinking out what he was going to say.

"Listen, we've needed to talk about this for awhile now. I really should have said something but it's been difficult to raise the topic, much less for me to admit what's going on," he started, but she interrupted him.

"'Rick, I didn't mean for that to happen today. She brought up the subject. I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you or her."

"Actually, it was a good thing you two finally confronted each other."

She raised her eyes to his, a sort of shocked expression on her face, "Pardon?"

"Tina and I, we've been having some problems. I think a lot of it is based on how quickly we got married. We actually have been on a bit of a break for about a week now…when she heard I was in the hospital, well she came back, not for long though, just to make sure I was ok. See, she knows Cath…I guess it's kinda a woman's intuition thing, she described it as that. She knows that I….I never felt about her the way I…the way I feel about you."

Catherine was beyond shocked. Her mouth opened, then shut, but no words came out.

Warrick took her hand, and looked her in the eyes, "I think I've always known it as well. I guess I was denying it by marrying Tina, not wanting to get involved with someone in the lab. But I was wrong Cath, and if you'll have me, I want to make it up to you."

She was having trouble with forming words before, but now she could barely squeeze them past the lump in her throat, "Oh Warrick…" she managed.

His face fell taking in her expression, "It's to late isn't it…I guess a fantasy is just that like you said…forget I said anything," he dropped her hand, and then she instantly took it back. It was his turn to look puzzled.

"Warrick, I would be more than willing to have you make it up to me," she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek, "You mean it?"

"Of course I do," he answered, a smile breaking out on his face. He leaned over the table and his lips were finally on hers.

Knocking gently on her door, he waited to hear if it was alright for him to enter. She called to him to come in, and he went to take the seat beside her bed.

"How are you doing?" Grissom asked Sara.

"I feel fine, just can't wait to get out of this hospital."

He gave her a half smile, "I don't blame you."

They sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before she broke it, "Grissom, tell me about San Francisco," she said softly.

"Do you…do you remember that?" he asked in disbelief.

"Greg told me that it's where I lived before Vegas," she answered.

"Do you want to know about what you did there?"

"I guess, but I want to know more about how I met you."

Again he gave her a funny look, "Did Greg tell you that too?"

"He just said we met there before, that's all he knew."

"Ok," he started slowly, "You were working for the coroner's office, but were still taking some classes at the university. I had taken a teaching job there just for a semester. You used to sit in the front row of the class, the most eager student, I had ever met, so full of questions and wanting to know more. You really impressed me."

She smiled at him, and nodded for him to continue, "We had a seminar together, you were my star pupil, and we became friends…" he trailed off at the memories.

"That's not all, is it?" she whispered.

He didn't respond, wondering how to go on, "We were good friends…we'd go for coffee to discuss readings or debate something. We used to walk the campus in the summer, sometimes we would just sit in the shade of a tree and talk. We always had something to talk about."

"Was it just talking about class? Because I think there is more you're not telling me. Please Grissom…please tell me. Help me remember," she pleaded.

He gazed into her brown eyes, remembering how much more there was. The coffee dates that would last for hours, until they would leave for his apartment, and the talking would transform into love making. He remembered the touch of her skin on his, the fire, the passion they had. He recalled the walks on the beach, picnics in the sun, and the danger of knowing what would happen if they were caught, but that knowledge only adding to the arousal. He remembered how they had watched the stars at night, through his window, from his bed, her head on his chest. And then he remembered the pain. The pain of his colleague discovering their relationship, and how this had made him realize the consequences of their actions. Not only for him, but for her as well. He wanted her to succeed, wanted only the best for her. So it was his decision to leave before anyone else found out. He remembered telling her the night before, the pain in her eyes. But she didn't beg for him to stay, or plead with him to take her along where he was going. She had told him that she understood, and that one day, they would find each other again, and they could re-ignite the flame. She told him that when he found her, that he would have to make her remember. And with tears in her eyes, she kissed him goodbye, and he was gone.

Years passed. He went to Las Vegas, and he turned the lab into the best in the country. In those years building up his reputation, there were days when he wouldn't think of her at all, but the nights were different. His dreams were haunted by her face and what he had lost. Then one day he was faced with calling someone in to investigate one of his own team members. He knew there were so many people he could call, but only one person he really wanted to come. So he picked up the phone, and she packed up her life to join him.

She was the same as he remembered, only even smarter. She picked up their friendship from where they left off, as if the years apart had never happened. He knew she also tried to re-start the passion, he saw the look in her eyes. But he couldn't. He was her boss, and again, the fear of what could happen to either of their careers they had worked so hard for prevented him from going back to her. He wanted to. He wanted to hold her in his arms again, to feel her kiss and her body. But he denied himself that. Their friendly relationship only lasted so long. He knew she was tired of waiting, knew that she wanted what they had once had. She asked him for dinner, made moves and comments, and he crushed each and everyone until he crushed her. Then she began to give up on him, on anything that might be still there, and that broke his heart the most. How could he tell her all that now? How could he make her remember the love they had only to end it with the sorrow of what was lost?

"Please Grissom…" she whispered.

To be continued…

Sorry for the delay. I thought I would have more time on the break, but there has been a lot to do here for the holidays as well. I did post a super short fluffy GSR Christmas story because the idea hit me and wouldn't leave me alone though. I also had a little bit of writers block with this one for awhile. Thanks to StwbrryCSI for suggesting that I add a GSR back-story to this! I really did like the idea! Thanks to everyone else for the kind reviews! They are excellent little Christmas surprises! Lol! -L