A/N: New story by me, hehe, dont own them in anyway shape or form. Got the idea from hearing the song Low by Kelly Clarkson. I also have troubles with one shots, I try so hard to do a one shot, but it always ends up being a few chapters, so i have one already typed up that is a one shot. Anyways this is a couple chapters so enjoy.
"I don't mix business and pleasure" Sara stated firmly as she walked away without a second glance. Past his heart that had been ripped out and stomped out by one very lovely brunette.
He'd gone to her apartment to apologize he was out of line and wasn't thinking of course it would never work, they'd be under a microscope. The sight that he saw trampled over his newly broken heart once again.
They couldn't see him, he stood in the shadows, but he saw they perfectly, saw the kiss and a hug more than friends ever should, unless you were 'Fuck buddies' even then it was drawing the line.
He had to be brave, not let anyone know, how mad he was at both of them, first her lying to him and well he really couldn't be mad if she liked him and not himself, you cant stop love from growing, even if its not the person you don't want it to be for.
He'd run over a dozen conversations in his head asking her why she didn't want him, why him and why she lied but all seemed like he shouldn't ask that they were too personal.
It's cool you didn't want me
Sometimes you can't go back
But why did you have to go
And make a mess like that?
It was stupid really, why he was leaving but he didn't think he could stand the sight of them knowing they were together, and sooner or later he was going to be caught in the middle where one would give the other the 'no one knows but us look' and he would want to scratch his eyes out.
His resignation was being delivered, he couldn't face Grissom, not after what he did or anyone else for that matter, where he was going he didn't know quite yet, money he had saved up would last a little bit until he knew where he was going.
He closed his apartment door, for the last time, his stuff set up to be put in storage the day after tomorrow. His duffel bag heavy on his shoulder, he really should consider down sizing, but couldn't. He was a pack rat. He made his way slowly to his car, hoping that along the way someone would come jumping out of the bushes and tell him not to go, wrappingher arms around him and giving him what he wanted for so long…
A kiss.
Couldn't miss what you never had to be begin now could ya?
His complete and utter avoidance worked for three months, no one came looking after him, no phone calls, no letters, emails nothing. It was better this way he told himself, no past bringing itself back, no heartache.
His work kept him busy, barely having time to sleep let alone have a social life but he liked it like that, didn't have to tell anyone his secrets and they didn't ask. He did his job, and got out of there. Not once had he accepted the dinner or drinks invitations he'd gotten over the last few months. He didn't feel like letting anyone in.
His day had turned from worse to shitty and he could feel it was about to get worse. Avoiding everyone like usual he walked past the front desk, it took some time getting used to where everything was located but he had it memorized like the back of his hand, speaking of which where the hell had that bump come from?
"Excuse me Mr. Sanders" the receptionist called after him, he stopped and turned, this better be damn important.
"Yes Martha?"
"You have a visitor" the hairs on the back of his neck rose and the tingly feeling began, Martha's words faded away as he turned to greet his visitor already knowing who it would be.
"Sara" he whispered
"Greg" the other woman answered
He was relieved and yet scared out of his freaking mind to see her standing there. He knew it wouldn't be long before she had him breaking the walls that he so carefully built. No she might have done it before but not this time.
"What are you doing here?" his voice bitter
"We need to talk" her voice low, not wanting the receptionist to hear, he directed her outside into the sinking sun, the dull colours or yellow, orange and red playing hide and seek with the darkening shadows.
She sat with her hands crossed in her lap, thinking of words to say he was sure. He finally for the first time saw indecision on a face that had been so far void of emotion.
"Why did you come here?" he asked her, watching as he saw a small family of three play Frisbee in the park across the park, it became too painful to watch so he glanced away.
"I needed you to tell me that I wasn't the reason you left, first me telling you we would never be together and then you left" she looked down at her hands bracing herself for words that would sting.
"I'm sorry I cant do that, you were the reason you and Grissom"
"How is Grissom involved in this?"
"Let me ask you this first… Have you ever had a friend that let you down so when the truth came out you were the last one to know, were you left out in the cold?"
"Greg what are you talking about?"
"I saw and Grissom, at your apartment, I did the stupid thing of coming over to apologize of all things for acting out of line, and what do I see? Grissom coming out of your apartment, you two kiss and hug. You lied to me"
"How did I lie? I told you that we would never be together"
"No you told me you never mix business with pleasure, last time I checked that meant Grissom too" she remained silent, he'd struck a cord. A hurtful cord. She licked her lips before speaking
"You're timing was rotten, when you'd asked me Grissom had finally asked me out on a date, half an hour before. I was so ecstatic that he was finally seeing me for me"
"That doesn't make it hurt any less"
"I know, I was hoped you would see where I was coming from when I said that"
"I used to think you were above lying but now you're just like the criminals I see everyday lying to get out of going to jail" he told her the truth
"You shouldn't have come here" he said standing up
"Greg please"
"No Sara what you did was low"