Disclaimer: I do not own these characters… sadly.

Beta: A lot of thanks to Sina, you rock hun! hugs

A/N: Okay, here's the second chapter for those of you who still bother to wait for it… Please review, constructive criticism too please… And flames… I've already got a matchbook, thank you very much.

Chapter 2:

Sara was lying on the creeper under the car they had found on Lake Mead Boulevard. The car belonged to a victim in a homicide case Greg and Nick were working on. They had asked her if she could take a look at the chassis of the car, and with a sigh she had accepted, only because Ecklie had been watching the interaction from the other side of the hallway.

When Greg had come to her, looking at her with his puppy eyes, she had just turned away. When he turned to stand in front of her, she turned again and walked away. He'd followed her like a dog. Suddenly she had stopped and turned around, snapping. "What?"

He had grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You know that case Nick and I are working on?" She had just shrugged and nodded. "The vic's car was found and we were wondering if you would take a look at the chassis to see if there's any trace of GPRS. See if it was possible if she was traced by someone."

"Greg…" She had started, but when she looked over his shoulder she saw Ecklie, eavesdropping. With a fake smile she said: "Of course." And after that she had walked away, inwardly cursing.

Now she was lying on the creeper, wearing a dark blue forensics jumpsuit. She wore goggles to protect her eyes, and with her glove-covered hand she held a flashlight. Not any signs of a GPRS, she concluded with a sigh. Then her beeper went off and her head shot up. With a loud bang her head connected with the dirty metal of the chassis. "Damn!" She cursed.

She rolled out from under the car and removed her goggles. Standing up she wiped her sweaty face with the sleeve of the jumpsuit. It was hot in the garage, because the air-conditioning was broken. With a sigh she put the goggles aside removed her gloves and retrieved her beeper from the side table. The sentence "My office now, G." flickered on the small screen and Sara put it in her pocket.

She washed her hands before leaving the garage. With her jumpsuit still on she made her way to Grissom's office, like he had asked her, well, make that 'commanded' her. 'What's his problem now?'

"You paged me?" She asked, leaning casually against the doorframe of the opened door. Not waiting for a reply, or an invitation for that matter, she walked into his office and sat down in one of the chairs on the one side of his desk. When he didn't speak, she did. "What have you got for me?"

He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk. "I believe you had something for me," he said, taking something out of the top drawer. She looked closer and saw it was her resignation letter. 'Uh oh, I definitely wasn't ready to talk about that yet,' she thought to herself and saw Grissom's questioning look.

"Look Sara…" He started, fumbling nervously with his hands. "If there's something I did wrong, or something I shouldn't have done… well, I'm sorry. Can't we talk about this? We can't risk losing a good CSI like you Sara."

She watched him silently for a few moments. "The lab can't, or you can't?"

He didn't answer, he only stared at his hands, as if they were the most special things he'd ever seen and hands were pretty special, coming to think of it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he was avoiding the question. And avoiding questions, well he did a good job with that. But she certainly wasn't going to let him get way with this, no. "Griss?" She demanded.

After having spent several minutes in silence Sara turned around, ready to leave his office. "Well, if you finally got yourself to talk to me, page me."

When she was really ready to leave his office, hand on the door handle, almost pulling it open, she heard his voice. It was soft, and for a moment she thought she was just imagining things. But when she turned around she saw he was looking at her and she asked: "What did you say?"

"I said I can't…" He said, his voice not at full strength.

She walked back to his desk and sat down again. "I'm sorry Grissom, but you're too late. I've told you so 3 years ago, why now? Because I'm leaving? Is that it?" She yelled at him, tears making their way down here cheeks.

"I love you Sara," he started.

"Dammit Grissom! Don't you see it?" She exhaled. "I need to move on, I can't continue doing this. I can't, I simply can't."

He stood up and went to the other side of the desk. Grabbing her by her wrists he pulled her up, against his chest. When she resisted he wrapped his arms around her small body and held her close, whispering in her ear. "Now that you're ready to leave, I realized that I can't let you. I need you here Sara, don't you see it? I love you. And I'm sorry if I only realize it now…"

"Grissom! Let me go!" She yelled, crying hard now. This was what she had wanted to hear for years, but now she did, it didn't even seem so right anymore.

Greg heard the commotion from the other side of the hallway and ran towards Grissom's office, to see what was going on. He could hear Sara yell at Grissom, and he thought he heard her crying. As fast as his legs could carry him he made his way to Grissom's office and yanked the door open.

He saw that Sara was struggling to free herself from Grissom's grip. Tears were running down her face and Greg quickly got in the office, trying to pull the couple apart. But Grissom was stronger and he got pushed aside by the older man.

"Grissom! Let her go!" He pleaded.

"Greg, get out of here, you've got nothing to do with this," Grissom said, his jaw clenched.

Greg didn't recognize his boss anymore, he didn't know what was wrong with him. "Don't you see you're hurting her?"

At that Grissom released Sara, who ran directly out of the office. Greg gave Grissom one more look and then went after Sara, looking into the various labs to see where she'd gone. After a while he found her hiding in the layout room.

"Sara?" He asked, slowly stepping closer to her. She was sitting on the floor, her arms around her knees.

She was shaking uncontrollably and Greg kneeled down beside her and gently took her in his arms. He set aside his feeling for her, he figured it was not the right time to tell her how much she meant to him, not now that she was so fragile.

He caressed her back soothingly and felt how she was starting to calm down. He didn't want to let go, but he felt how she started to pull away.

"I'm okay Greg." She said and stood up.

He stood up too and grabbed her elbow, to stop her from walking away. "You're not, can you tell me what happened?"

She sighed. "I'd rather not," she said while wiping the last traces of tears from her cheeks.

He hugged her carefully, afraid of her reaction. "Sara please, I want to help you," he pleaded. When he felt how she relaxed against him he kissed the crown of her head.

She let out a sigh and started talking. "I've given Grissom my resignation letter, I can't work here anymore, not with him. I need to clear my head, you know?" When he didn't say anything, but just stroked her back, she continued. "I am going to Amsterdam, I've gotten a job there for an unknown period. I will come back eventually, just don't know when yet."

Greg pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to miss you, you know that right?"

She nodded. "I'll see you around," she said and untangled herself from his arms. "I'll give a goodbye party," she added with a sad smile. And with a quick kiss to his cheek she left the building, intending on going home to catch some sleep.

TBC (?)