(Sara paces around Grissom's desk waiting for him to return. She is pondering what is going to happen on their coffee "date" when he steps in and startles her. Grissom looks surprised to see her there, but then remembers their previous conversation.)
Grissom: I'm sorry, Sara, I didn't mean to scare you.
(Sara shakes her head.)
Sara: It's okay Griss, don't worry about it.
(Grissom reaches for his coat on the doorknob.)
Grissom: Shall we go?
(Sara zips up her jacket and gives a small smile.)
Sara: Sure, all set.
(They walk down the halls of CSI in silence. Once they walk out the front door Sara lets Grissom lead because she doesn't know where they're going. He aims towards his car which puzzles her.)
Sara: I thought we we're going out for coffee?
(Grissom pulls out his keys to unlock the car doors. He turns his head around and smiles.)
Grissom: We are.
(Sara still looks a little confused.)
Sara: I just thought we'd walk to the diner since we always go there.
(Grissom walks around to the other side of the car where Sara is standing.)
Grissom: I don't think we'd have enough privacy there. I also want you to take you some place special.
(Sara blushes because of his comment. He opens her door.)
Grissom: Your carriage Miss Sidle.
(Sara climbs in laughing at Grissom. He gets a playful hurt look on his face.)
Grissom: What?
(She tries to stop laughing long enough to look at him and give him a serious look.)
Sara: You would make an awfully…cute valet!
(She bursts out laughing again and Grissom gives her one of his half smiles that makes her swoon. He puts the key in the ignition.)
Grissom: Off we go.
(The ride to the mystery destination is silent. The beginning of the ride is a comfortable silence shared between them, but then the silence becomes more uncomfortable as Sara realizes they are heading closer and closer to Grissom's townhouse. Sara is getting restless and nervous so she closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them she sees that they are pulling into Grissom's driveway.)
Grissom: We're here!
(Sara opens her door quickly before he even gets out showing she is independent and the man doesn't have to do everything. She gets out of the car slowly. Grissom has already gotten out and is heading toward the door. Sara just stares down the peaceful street.)
Grissom: Are you going to come in?
(She turns to see him holding the door open for her. She takes the few steps up to his front door.)
Sara: It's just so peaceful and quiet here. My apartment building is so loud and noisy, no matter what time it is.
Grissom: That's why I bought the place. I need my quiet to think.
(Sara smiles as she steps through the threshold. She stops just inside the door. The interior is different from what she remembered, that was four years ago though. The walls are a tranquil shade of light blue and his black leather furniture blends in so nicely. His framed pictures of butterflies and insects add the perfect punch of colour needed. Grissom throws his coat on the back of a chair and heads to the kitchen.)
Grissom: You like your coffee with one milk and two sugar right Sara?
(She gives him an embarrassed smile and nods.)
Sara: You still remember from our coffee dates after your seminars all those years ago?
(Grissom continues to make the coffee, but smiles to himself.)
Grissom: I remember a lot of things. Like, from the first moment I saw you in the lecture hall I knew that you were the smartest one there…and the most beautiful.
(Sara looks down at the floor trying to hide her blush. Grissom sees this and let's out a little chuckle which causes her to look up and giggle.)
Sara: I remember thinking that I expected you to look and be older, but you were very handsome and debonair instead.
(Now it's Grissom's turn to hide, so he turns his back to her to grab a couple of mugs for the coffee.)
Grissom: You can sit on the couch if you want.
Sara: Okay, thanks.
(She makes her way over to the leather sofa and sits down on the right hand side. Grissom is close behind her carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. He sits on the left hand side, but not as close to the edge as Sara is. He hands her a cup.)
Sara: Thanks.
Grissom: No problem.
(Sara takes a sip as Grissom watches her. She gets a surprised look on her face.)
Sara: Wow, this is really good.
Grissom: Well, I'll tell you my secret.
(Sara and Grissom both lean in. He puts his mouth near her ear and she can feel his breath on her neck. This makes her feel weak and woozy.)
Grissom: I kind of stole a little bit of Greg's special "Blue Hawaiian."
(Sara looks shocked at him.)
Sara: Gil Grissom! I thought I recognized that taste! What if Greg finds out? He'll kill you over his coffee.
(He just laughs.)
Sara: Although…I'm glad you did it. His coffee is so good.
(Grissom smiles, but then it fades and his face turns serious.)
Grissom: Do you mind if we get down to business?
(Sara closes her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh.)
Sara: You call this business?
(Grissom thinks for a few second feeling Sara's eyes beating down on him and then let's out a deep breath.)
Grissom: Sara, you know I'm not good at this sort of thing.
Sara: Yeah, but you could at least try a little harder!
(Both tempers start to flare.)
Grissom: Try harder? First, I can't help that emotions is my down point unlike you! I'm also putting my butt on the line just having this conversation you for another!
Sara: But we always do this merry-go-round! We never get off of it! Just when I think we may be able to be with each other, you go back into your shell and shut me out! Yes, this is closest we have gotten so far, you inviting me into your home for coffee, but I can't wait for you forever! I don't think I can stand the pain you have put me though anymore! I've been waiting a bloody six years for you and I'm tired of waiting!
(The room goes completely silent. Grissom is looking at Sara with a mix of shock and hurt spread across his face. Sara stares back at him looking like she may burst into tears.)
Grissom: Sara…I didn't realize I was hurting you. I…I never ever want you to feel pain because of me.
(A tear trickles down Sara's cheek.)
Sara: Too late for that.
(Grissom lifts his hand and uses his finger to wipe away the tear. He cups her face with his hand.)
Grissom: Am I really too late?