Chapter 11:

Sara opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room. She immediately sat up and looked around her, everything came back to her. The hotel, the police station, the call, the ride, and the make out session.

She put her head in her hands as she felt embarrassment wash through her. Grissom knew that she kissed Greg. Oh God. Sara felt nausea hit her and she ran to the bathroom. After emptying the contents of her stomach, she gathered some clothes that she had brought with her and went to the shower.

Sara dressed in a pair of plain jeans and a sweatshirt that she didn't even remember owning, let alone packing. She took out her tooth brush and when she was finished she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Her face looked too pale in contrast to her dark hair, and the half moons under each eye didn't help either. She gave a heavy sigh and decided to leave the hotel room.

She put all her belongings in her bag and set it next to the door. After taking the small chain from the lock and twisting the other lock, she exited to room. Sitting outside in the shabby little hall of the cheaper motel was a police officer that she could only assume as the officer that was on look out.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to return to your hotel room."

Sara looked at the older cop with confusion and anger.

"Excuse me?" She said, hoping that she heard the officer wrong.

"Please return to your room, or I will be forced to call Captain Brass." He repeated with a stern voice.

"Then you'd better call him, because I'm leaving." Sara picked up the bag that was sitting by the door and turned to walk down the hall.

She didn't get far because the police officer was standing in front of her blocking her way. Sara tried to push past him but was only pushed back.

"Get out of my way." She said in a deadly quiet voice.

"I've been given orders that no one enters or leaves these hotel rooms."

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." She said again.

The cop moved foreword and gently stared pushing her back to her room. Sara refused by yelling at him,

"Get your fucking hands off me!"

The struggle for control was short lived when Gil's door opened.

"What the hell's going on here?"

The officer let go of Sara and she moved to walk down the hall.

Gil reached out and stopped her.

"Let go of me."

He didn't, but he did pull her by her arm into his hotel room.

"God Damnit!" Sara yelled, "I just want to go home!"

Gil locked the door and stood in between the door and Sara. "Do you even remember what happened yesterday?"

"Grissom, I was drunk, yes, but I still remember! Jesus! I just want to go home!"

"Sara! The man knows where you live! He watched you! He hit on you! I will not let you go home right into danger!" He yelled, when some voice in the back of his head told him he should calm down.

"Grissom I am not your concern! You are my boss! You cannot prevent me from going home! You can't tell me what to do outside of work! You just can't! You have no right!"

"Sara, that man is a murderer! He knows where you live. He followed you! For gods sake, he even knows you made out with Greg! Do you expe-"

"Don't you dare bring Greg into this!" Sara said her voice slightly louder than Gil's.

"Well, you sure as hell brought him into this!"

Sara's jaw was clenched so tightly that Gil wouldn't have been surprised if it snapped.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, she took a step closer. Gil didn't know if he should back away or let what was going to happen to happen. His confused mind was met with an answer.

Sara's hand connected to his cheek and he heard the slap sound a second before he felt the pain.

She took a step back and watched as Gil looked up at her with a confused look on his face.

They stared at each other for a moment before the silence was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Gil turned around and opened it. Jim walked in and immediately went stiff sensing the tension.

"Did I come at a bad time?" He asked.

The only answer he got was Sara shoving past him and Gil to the door, where they heard the police officer telling her she couldn't leave, and being cut off with the slam of her hotel room door.

(A/N: I really don't know about this chapter. I have a huge case of writers block and finding time to actually write. Please let me know what you all think. But don't worry, I am trying to get Gil and Sara mad at each other...it will come together late on, I promise. I'm sorry for the lack of updates though...Please leave me a reivew and tell me what's good and what's crap. Thanks!)