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chapter 7

He was shocked and happily surprised at the same time, totally taken aback and stunned.

It took him a moment to find back his senses enough to be able to sit down. He grabbed the telephone receiver, his eyes never leaving her.

Their gazes met and it felt as if a bolt ran through him. His chest tightened and his heart ached worse than it ever had before. "You look good" he whispered, unable to speak louder.

She gave a short ironic laugher. "We both don't." She stared down on her right hand and his eyes followed hers.

He swallowed hard. She still wore her wedding band. His heart was literally jumping...

"Do you really think that you want this?" She asks still unbelieving.

"I have never been so sure about anything else." He whispers into her ear and smiles.

So they enter the small building. "I still can't believe that we're doing this." She tells him and laughs insecure. Grissom chuckles and twines his arms around her, pressing her back close to his chest.

They walk over to the reception desk and the receptionist tells them to wait for a couple of minutes.

A few moments later they're standing in front of a priest. She is nervous and so is he, but he tells himself that this is what he always wanted. This is in fact everything he ever wanted.

And then she is asked if she wants to spend the rest of her life with him and if she will be there for him no matter what will ever happen in the future. And she answers with the most beautiful, sweetest 'yes I do.' that he ever heard in his whole life.

And then it's his turn. And he answers with the most honest 'yes I do' that he ever spoke out. And his eyes rest on her face, the sweet smile on her lips turns into a gorgeous one and the butterflies start to fly around in his stomach.

They exchange the rings and then he is told that he is now allowed to kiss his wife. He places his right hand on her cheek and with his left hand he brushes a strand of hair out of her face. He closes his eyes like she does and then their lips meet in a soft kiss. The sensations that are running through his body feel so new and still so familiar. He feels that she's parting her lips just enough so that he is able to slip his tongue into her mouth.

He massages her tongue with his and her arms slip around his neck. Never before he felt so happy.

He did not notice that her eyes had travelled up to his face again. When he did, he felt caught in a weird way. Sara shrugged. "We never got divorced."

No they didn't. But neither had he been there for her through the good and the bad times nor had she spent the last years with him.

There was an awkward tension surrounding them. They both wanted to avoid the themes that they really needed to talk about.

He finally found his words back although he was still overwhelmed by all the feelings and memories that had just broken down on him. The gladness that she was alive and the pure happiness that she was there, sitting in front of him, the words that he had planned to say to her the day that she would return, the fear that what she might tell him about her new life might not be what he wants to hear… everything confused him in a way that nothing had ever done before. "Who found you?"

She forced a soft smile. "Warrick and Greg searched for me over the internet, I did not really understand how but I think it's the result that counts."

"I… I am glad that you…" His voice was shaking. "…that you are not…that your not dead…that…"

She sighed. "Yeah. I…well I wouldn't say that I'm alive but at least the blood is still running through my veins."

He wanted nothing more than being able to pull her into his arms. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to kiss away the pain that she obviously felt although she gave her best to hide it. But he had to admit to himself that she was probably feeling this pain because of him. She probably wanted nothing more but to leave in that moment.

"Did you… did you do this to that woman?" She asked after a short moment of silence. She tried to figure out what he was thinking, he had always noticed it when she did this.

"I don't know." He confessed.

"How can you not know?" She asked unbelieving.

He swallowed hard. "I drank too much, took painkillers, drank again, then left the house to buy more to drink. Next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, taking painkillers against the headache and taking a shower."

She smirked for a second, but then the emotions left her face again. "You told this about a million times to a million different people didn't you?"

He nodded. "Does anybody know that you are here?"

She shook her head. "No. I…I told Warrick that I would go to talk to Manson. Except for the guys no-one knows that I am in Vegas..."

"Probably doesn't matter anyways." He sighed.

Silence followed once again. He wondered if he should ask her how she felt. He was scared that she wasn't fine but then again he was scared that she was without him.

"Gil?" She asked after a while, sounding as if she had been lost as deep in thoughts as he had been.

"Yes?" He answered softly.

She didn't say anything. She just stared at him for a minute or so. Then she left her seat. "I need to go…I hope that you will be able to prove that you didn't kill her." She said and nodded softly.

"Sara." He called out her name and it sounded like a plea.

She shook her head. "I… I have to leave Gil." She hung up the telephone receiver on her side of the glass wall and left.

"Don't leave me again." He whispered, well knowing that she couldn't hear him, well knowing that when she would be able to hear him, he would never find the strength to tell her.

TBC