Grissom sighed as he sat down in the plush leather seat. He rested his elbows on

the table and took in what just happened. "I don't understand it." He whispered. "I've lost

her." Catherine sighed. She looked at her supervisor beside her. "Grissom. You're her

supervisor. She's younger then you and you've turned her down before. This shouldn't be

a big surprise for you." He tried to blink back tears, but they burned down his cheeks.

Catherine sighed as she got out of her chair, and left the room.

Grissom remembered the night that had happened a couple of weeks ago.

He had arrived at her house, where she had answered the door in a silk night gown.

Upon seeing his gaping expression, she explained that she was going out later that

evening. He knew that she wasn't going out on a date, not his Sara. She had walked down

her hall way, and he had taken it as a "please follow me." She walked into her bedroom,

and had been about to take of the silk cloth, but seeing him out of the corner of her eye

had stopped her. She sighed and went into her closet. They had been talking about death,

the subject of their job had arisen. He had told her that he wanted to die by cancer. She

walked towards him and knelt down beside him. "I don't want you to die." She

murmured. He smiled, reached up to her cheek, cupping it in his palm. She leaned

slightly into his palm, closing her eyes momentarily, before opening them, her eyes full of

realization. "Grissom," she whispered. He smiled at her "Shh." He moved in closer, her

lips so close to her, before he heard her whisper again. "Grissom, I think you should

go."

He froze. No. Sara wouldn't say this to him. She was finally his. She was worth the risk.

He looked into her eyes. Cold, hard realization looked back at him.

"Sara?" a tear slid down his cheek . "Grissom, don't make this harder then it

should be. I don't know what's going on in my life right now, so let me clear my head."

He stared at her. She stood up, and walked back to her closet. He gathered his coat and

walked to his car. He watched her grab her phone and talk to someone. Watching her

actions, he was jealous of the person that made her worry about what happened, and

then smile with relief as the person obviously forgave her. Tears burned his cheek as they

cascaded down her cheek. He watched joy fill her as she talked to the person. He

couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, hoping for the first time in his life that she still

wanted him.

Catherine watched as her mentor, co-worker, and friend was so anxious over Sara.

Once, Catherine would have killed to be that girl. Now, she was with someone who loved

her, and showed her that she wasn't supposed to be hit or the other woman in order to be

loved. Someone who was, she believed, a possible soul mate. He cared for Lindsay, loved

her and treated her like a queen. She was in love.

She glanced out the glass chamber of the office and saw him talking to a lab

worker. As the girl walked away, she saw him smile at her, making her breath fade away.

"Um, Grissom?" he didn't do anything. "I don't know what to tell you so, um, I'm going

to go now." He sighed. She got up, shrugging when she saw him point at Grissom, an

eyebrow arched.

"Hey you." She smiled, against him lips as she pulled him close to her. Ecklie watched

their public affection.

What the hell was going on in this lab? First Sara and Nick, when she was supposed to

be with Grissom! And now Catherine and-

Suddenly a crash of glass interrupted his thoughts. He watched Catherine turn towards

the break room. "Grissom!" she cried, he voice full of fear and shock. Ecklie ran

towards the door, pulling it open, he saw Grissom, lying face down on the ground, the

glass coffee pot broken into shards upon the floor. A large puddle of blood was growing

and seeping towards Ecklie. "Gil!" he cried.

Grissom didn't move.