I love dialogue, so sorry if they all get a little wordy throughout this whole story. I try not to give them monologues, and actually show you not tell you what going on, but it's tough for me. Finally, this will be the end of all those terrible Grissom/Sara scenes...I didn't want to disappoint you all. Sorry if I ever did.

Chapter Six- Psychobabble

"Sara…" Grissom peeked his head out of his office doorway just to catch her on her way out to the parking lot after shift.

"Huh?" She stopped at the sound of his voice. Any other time she would be fine with staying later if she had a new lead on a case, but they had just wrapped the case, and frankly she didn't want to see Grissom anymore then was necessary.

"Could I see you in my office for a minute?" That was one phrase that no one ever wanted to hear from their supervisor, especially after such "celebrating". She had a sinking feeling she already knew what it was about. "It won't take long."

Sara took a seat in one of two leather chairs in front of his desk. As she did, he closed the door behind her. "I just wanted to call Greg to see how he's holding up." She was in a hurry.She'd waited all shift just to see how things were going, and Grissom was taking up her time with something about which she probably didn't feel like discussing. "Greg's really close with Aggie and I don't know how well he's taking all of this." Not to mention how he would take what news she hadn't get told him.

"About Greg.." Gil walked back over and sat on the corner of his desk in front of Sara. "This thing between the two of you…it isn't going to get between you and your work?"

"No…and why should I have to talk about this with you?" She asked rather offended.

"I'm your supervisor, that's why."

"You use that excuse for everything don't you?" It was the one reason he had always stuckwith when she had asked him out to dinner in the past. "My personal life is not your business, supervisor or not."

"It is when it interferes with work."

"Is what Greg and I have affecting how well we work? You tell me." Gil tried to speak, but Sara started up again. "Greg and I have wrapped more cases in the past few weeks than both you and Sofia combined."

"It doesn't matter how fast you close cases if the facts aren't accurate."

"And do you have any proof of that?"

"No, but that's not my point."

"Well, you'd better be getting to it."

"I just want you to know what you're getting yourself into. If Ecklie gets word---"

"This has nothing to do with Ecklie. It's all about you, and what you want. I'm happier now than I've ever been before…and that bothers you. It bothers you because it's Greg who can do that for me, not you." She paused for a moment realizing she was getting too loud. His office walls weren't sound proof. She should have known, all his conversations with Sophia she had heard from the room next door. "This is about last night, isn't it?" She whispered, not wanting any extra ears to overhear.

"Sara, do you really think you can just forget about it?"

"Yes…yes I can. It was a mistake, it meant nothing to me, nothing...so why shouldn't I say it never happened."

"The only mistake I see is that I had to be that drunk to ever do anything and you can't remember half of what happened."

"And I don't care to!"

"Papilio Ulysses."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Papilio Ulysses…the largest butterfly in all of Australia...in blue and black ink between your shoulder blades. Why do I know that?"

"Because when you had the chance you cared more about your bugs than you ever did about me!"

"Sara…" She stood up from her chair, more than ready to leave. "Wait!"

"I waited long enough. I've moved on and I'd advise you to do the same." Before she could get past his desk, Gil grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his embrace. He drew her closerto kissed her, but but before he could she pushed away from him and returnedthe gesturewith a loud slap across his face. "You can remember that along with last night all you want, but keep in mind, I won't be jogging your memory anytime soon." She said coldly before running out of his office.

Watching her leave, he sat back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk, not caring that there were papers covering every last inch of it. He pulled out the side drawer and rifled through it until he found a small green box. He opened it, poured a handful of the chocolate covered critters and popped them in his mouth.

Grissom messed up and he was alone…once again. He often wondered if that was his fate. He was fated to be Grissom, the middle aged bug guy who had never been married and never would be. Besides all that he felt for Sara, he couldn't really say he had ever been in love before.

"Grissom…" He lifted his head to see Sara in the doorway. "…I've got three weeks vacation time. You wouldn't mind signing my papers for a week or two's leave, would you?" She set a form down on his desk.

"I also could get you suspended again after all you just did."

"Something tells me Ecklie wouldn't be too sad to see you go for five days unpaid after I tell him my side of the story."

Grissom moved his feet from off his desk and took up a pen. He quickly scribbled down his first and last name and handed the paper back, a forced smile across his face. "Have fun in New York."

"I will. Thank you." How he knew exactly what she was thinkning, she couldn't quite understand.

One moment she was in Grissom's office trying to keep from saying anything more that could possibly get her fired and the next moment she had booked a flight to New York and was attempting to navigate her way through O'Hare airport halfway there. She hadn't even mentioned anything about it to Greg. In a city of eight million, she didn't know where to find him, she didn't know what hospital Aggie was in or where he was staying, at his sister's place or at a hotel. And speaking of that...how was she supposed to find a vacant hotel room on short notice without going all the way to New Jersey.

But she wasn't going to worry about that right now. She had the whole flight from Chicago to New York to think about it. Now she had to concentrate on finding her gate…gate 24 and she had twenty minutes to push through crowds of people from where she had landed all the way back at gate one before her plane was set to taxi down the runway without her.

"Excuse me," she politely yelled back to an Asian couple she could help but run into, though she highly doubted they could understand her apology.

As it turns out, all the running she did from one gate to another was for nothing. Out of breath, she arrived at gate twenty-four to read on the departure board, "flight 815 to New York: delayed one hour," in bright red letters.

She took a seat amongst the other patient passengers. There was no point in standing in front of the glowing sign staring at the letters hoping that they change to her advantage…what ever that would be.

At this point she would be glad to just stay in Chicago, definitely not around Grissom in Vegas, but not really with Greg in New York. She was confused. She actually felt sorry for all that she had said to Gil before she had left. She knew how he felt...the same way Sara did every time he had given he the "I don't know what to do about this" speech, but even worse. He remembered everything that happened, but she, as much as she tried, couldn't remember anything other than what she witnessed when she awoke in the morning. She said it meant nothing, but the truth was, if it had only been a month or so earlier and under slightly different conditions, it would have meant the world to her.

In a matter of hours she would be landing in New York, but she had no idea what she'd say to Greg when she got there, the real reason she flew across the country, not just to see him and Aggie. She knew how much Greg loved her. He'd told her so many times, and she had done the one worse thing she could have ever done. She felt awful and there was a good chance that, even though it was Greg she was talking about, it would still ruin everything.

That was it. She jumped up from her seat, startling the old woman half asleep in the chair to her right. She grabbed her carry on bag and proceeded to the one wall lined with payphones. She pulled a quarter out of her pocket, dialed the number she had memorized, waiting for his phone to ring.

"Sanders?" He answered his cell phone he used mostly for work.

"Greg?"

"Sara!" He could tell just by the sound of her voice. "How's the case? Have you and Griss gone crazy yet?"

"No, actually we closed it yesterday."

"You were always the one to go crazy first, but you don't throw coffee pots like he does. Sorry I couldn't be there to help you guys."

"Well, actually it's just Sophia and Grissom on shift. I took a little vacation time."

"Are you sick or did you get suspended again?"

"Neither. I'm actually in Chicago waiting for my plane to New York."

"You're coming to New York…to see me? Aggie will be so happy to see you. She said that if I'm going to spend all my time visiting her talking about you, she was going to meet you one way or an other." That really got to Sara. While he was gone all he did was talk about her...and look what all she had done.

"Can…" She stuttered. "Can you tell me where I can find you? You know…once I get there."

"On the corner of East Seventh Street and 2nd Avenue, that's Aggie's apartment, but you might as well meet us at St. Vincent's room 202. She won't be back at home for a few days or so. I don't think she'd mind an extra guest."

"Well, Aggie…It looks like you're going to meet Sara after all." Greg announced after ending to call.

"I've certainly heard enough about her. 'She so smart and funny and absolutely gorgeous.'" Aggie mocked him. She was hoping she wasn't like all the others she had come to know.

"Not just that…Sara's different, there's something about her, you know. I mean, she's like no one I've ever met before…I actually think you're going to like her."

She scoffed, "Yeah, we'll see about that…" Just then, Aggie's doctor knocked on the frame of the open door armed with some news.

"You didn't happen to toss out your ballet shoes yet…"

"What are you talking about?" She was unsure as to what he was working towards, but she hoped it was what she was thinking.

"Well it seems, after the last scans, that your knee isn't really as bad as we first thought. One quick surgery and you'll be on your way back to normal."

"You're kidding me!"

"Yes, of course he is Aggie…that's his goal in life, to smash the hopes of all his patients!" Greg replied dripping with sarcasm.

"I still think you'll have to pass up on being Roxie, but with time maybe you'll get another chance."