A/N: My mind is quite empty right now, I don't have a lot of inspiration for this authors note, forgive me. Thanks for your reviews, I love to read them. Thanks to Fish (Snow?) for beta-ing. Thanks to Rianne for being the first reader.
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Nick was sitting at the desk, staring at the computer. He put his arms above his head and stretched. He looked at his watch. It was almost eight in the morning, his shift had ended, but he wanted to go on. How long had he been sitting there? Probably longer than 2 hours and still no match found. He sighed and shook his head. He felt that with every minute that passed, the odds got lower and lower. And he wanted to solve this case; he wanted it more than ever. This was not an issue about satisfaction, he doubted that he would feel as exited as he had gotten with every DNA other match. This was an issue about duty. He felt like he was obligated to get the rapist.

He took his cup off the table and took a sip. With disgust he put the mug back on the table and swallowed the coffee, it had become cold. I must have been too busy to notice that it was getting cold, He thought. He heard a knock on the door. He turned around sharply and saw that Greg was standing in the doorway. Greg looked at Nick with a repentant glance.

'Sorry Greg. I was just… focussed.'

'I told you that you could leave... I'll page you when I have the results.'

Greg moved closer and stood beside Nick. He looked at the computer. 'Are you working with Catherine?'

Nick knew he had to be careful right now. Greg shouldn't know about this case, but vague answers would make him suspicious.

'No, I'm working solo. A cold case.'

Greg nodded and walked back to the doorway. 'My offer still stands.'

Nick smiled, Greg wanted to be helpful but he couldn't leave the computer. 'Thanks, but… no. I want to wait for my results.' Greg shrugged and walked away. Nick continued looking at the screen. After a while, a beep signaled that the computer had found a match. Nick almost jumped out of his skin. He tried to stay calm and clicked on the match that had come up.

'Jay Brendan… assault, possession with intent to sell...'

Nick was relieved that he had found the guy. He double checked the rap sheet, but it was a perfect match. He made his way out of the room and searched for a peaceful place to make a call. He settled for the locker room and took the notebook out of his pocket. He searched for the telephone number he had written in it, dialed the Boston Police Department and passed all the information to them.

When the CSI's in Boston had called him back to inform him that they had arrested the suspect, he took out his cell phone and called Grissom. A few seconds later, Grissom answered the phone.

'Grissom.'

'It's Nick. I got a match. I can't discuss this with you, but I wanted to let you know. I called the Boston Police Department, and... well, let's say it looks promising.'

Grissom's eyes widened. He couldn't say how thankful he was, and he didn't know how Sara would respond to this. He hoped it would help her make everything better; she seemed so depressed after the accident. Even if she didn't say and pretended that she was okay, Grissom felt that she wasn't. There was something missing when she laughed, her mouth moved and sound came out but the sparkle in her eyes was gone. He really wanted to help her, but he didn't know how.

'Thank you so much... I hope I can say on behalf of Sara...'

Nick knew what Grissom meant, he hoped the same. 'The Massachusetts' statute of limitation on rape is fifteen years, so we were barely on time.' He paused a moment, he wanted to say something else but didn't know how. He didn't want Sara to know that he was the one who did the research, he didn't want to be the hero. And what would Sara say when she discovered that he knew it too? 'Are you... going to tell Sara now?'

'Yes, I'm going to see her now, it's not visiting hour, but I think this is important enough. I... ehm...' His mind failed him, he didn't know what to say to Nick, his mind was with Sara. He hoped Nick would understand that he couldn't say a lot right now. 'I... I'll call you back later, okay? I... Thank you Nick.' He shut his phone and made his way to the department where Sara's room was.

The closer he got to Sara's room, the more nervouse he became. He didn't know how to break the news properly, and he could only hope that she wanted to hear it. He remembered his promise, and he felt sorry that he had to break it, but this was far more important. She just had to know that they got him, and that he and all the others were there for her. He stood in front of the door, and tried to look through the windows. Unfortunately, the curtains were closed, so that he couldn't get a glimpse of her. He knocked on the door and hoped that she would respond: he didn't want to wake her up. When he didn't get an answer, he knocked again, a bit louder now.

'Come in.' He barely heard her. Slowly he opened the door. He saw Sara, sitting in her bed, on the sheets. She was dressed in a black, old jumper and a pair of comfortable trousers, also in black. She smiled at him, at least she was glad to see him.

'Am I... interrupting you?' He wanted to make sure she was not too tired to talk about it.

'No... I was just... relaxing, you know... I can't do much at the moment, and it's frustrating me, but I think I have to accept my fate.' She gave him a sour smile.

He took the chair and sat next to her bed. He looked away from her.

'Sara... I, ehm, about your... about your rape...' He wanted her to look at him, but she stared at the doorway.

Suddenly, she looked at him, her eyes were filled with a seething glance. 'You told me that you would never talk about this again, you promised me Grissom! You... I can't believe you're... Do you have any idea how horrible I feel everyday? Thanks for reminding me...'

He knew he didn't have to pull through, but it was hard to let her make the first step. He knew he had to be patient. 'Sara... I'm...'

She interrupted him roughly, 'Get out! ' She whispered the words, but with such angry undertone that it had more impact than if she had screamed. When she realized he hadn't moved, she said them again, a bit louder. 'Get out, Grissom.'

'Sara... this is not what you want.' He saw tears in her eyes, he wanted to comfort her, but knew it was impossible right now, she would only pull him away. After five minutes of heavy silence, she looked at him. Why had she told him to leave? Why had she used such a hard tone? He was there for her, and she pushed him away, again. She needed him, and she just told him to leave... She felt the tears escape and roll down her cheeks, but she didn't react.

'Sorry Grissom. I... shouldn't have responded like that. I'm really sorry...'

She wiped away her tears with her arm. He reached for her hand, and she let him take it.

'I... I have to be sorry too. I broke my promise, but I... I had to. Are you ready to talk about it?' She didn't look at him, but he could see her nodding vaguely.

'I guess... wait a minute Sara...'

He stood up and walked out the door, leaving Sara utterly confused. He came back with a wheelchair and he wheeled it to beside her bed. 'I thought it would be... easier to talk in another environment. Do you... want to go to the garden?'

Grissom looked at her, and noticed that she was trying to get out of the bed. She moved her upper body, placed her hands beside her and pushed. She slowly swung her legs around and when her feet reached the floor she tried to stand up. She held onto the edge of the bed for support, but still she seemed a bit unsteady. She walked towards the wheelchair and she almost fell on her second step she made, but Grissom caught her. Without saying anything, he aided her to the wheelchair.

He wheeled her to the garden and parked the wheelchair next to a bank. He sat down and looked at her. He waited for her to start the conversation; he had to be careful with her. She was staring at her knees, and wouldn't to look at him.

'Just talk to me...' She said without moving.

'You're ready?' He wanted to be certain that she meant what she said; he didn't want to risk pushing her away again, he didn't want to hurt her again.

She looked at him. 'Yes... I'm ready.'

He couldn't see any emotion on her face, she just acknowledged him. He was not sure whether this was a good sign or a bad sign, but he figured that he had to trust her. He had to tell her sometime, and she told him that it was okay to do it now.

Grissom's mind was searching for the right words, 'I... ehm, when you told me you couldn't handle it anymore, two unsolved cases... I called Nick to look at your rape case.'

He expected her to be angry, but she seemed to not react like he was not talking to her. He was worrying about that, but... it could just be her way of taking it, he thought to himself. 'God, Sara... I felt so sorry for you... I didn't know if it was the right decision to make, but... I felt I had to do this...'

She looked at him, and touched his hand. She didn't say anything, but the silence told him that he had made the right choice. He didn't know if she appreciated it, but at least she was not angry at him. The small gesture, that wouldn't have meant anything in a different situation, made a lot clear: she gave him a chance, she still trusted him. In a different situation he would have smiled at her, but not now... it just wasn't the right moment. His thumb caressed her fingers. 'This morning... he told me that they arrested the guy. He'll be in jail, Sara, he's never going to do this again.'

Both of them didn't know what to say anymore. They sat close to each other for a while, without a word, without looking. They were still holding hands. For strangers it would have seemed normal, but for them, it meant so much more. Sara's eyes tried to catch his. He looked at her.

'Can you bring me back to my room? I'm... tired.'

He nodded, of course he would bring her back, he thought to himself. He stood up and had to let her hand go. Slowly, he drove her back inside. When he saw that she was shivering, he took off his coat and stopped the wheelchair. He laid it on her lap and put it over her shoulders. She looked like she didn't notice, but he knew she had seen it, and appreciated it. He smiled to himself, knowing she wouldn't say anything.

When they arrived at her room, he placed the wheelchair as close as possible to the bed. He put on the lock so it wouldn't roll away and walked over to the other side of the wheelchair. He took her hand to help her step out, he didn't want her to fall again. She placed both of her feet on the ground and stood up. When she stood she fell again, but this time she fell into his arms. He didn't hesitate, not one moment. He moved his hand to under her legs and lifted her up off the ground. She looked at him, but surprisingly she didn't seem astonished. He knew she didn't like being vulnerable, so her smile surprised him even more. He walked with her over to the bed and placed her on it.

When she sat on the rim of the bed, she made a gesture with her hand, next to her on the bed. She wants me to sit next to her, he thought. He made his way to the bedside and sat next to her; close enough not to seem cold, distant enough not to feel embarrassed. She closed her eyes, her lips trembled.

'Will you hold me... please?'

He delayed, could he be so close to her? He didn't want to disappoint her again, he was not sure he could give her what she wanted. He wanted her to be happy... but if this was what she wanted, he knew that he had to do it. He sat closer to her and placed his arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder. She feels safe here... He thought.

A while later, around thirty minutes, she lifted her head up. He gazed deeply into her eyes and then looked her over. God... she was so beautiful... It almost hurt him to think about it, because he knew these thoughts wouldn't be good, not for her, but neither for him. He would hurt her by attracting her and pushing her away. It had almost become their game of gravity, he didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want to hurt himself. But why did he felt that way about her? Why couldn't he deny his feelings right now? She looked back. His head moved to hers, he closed his eyes, he felt that he couldn't refuse it anymore. His lips touched hers, and he gave her a tiny kiss. He opened his eyes, and knew what he had done. He knew that it was wrong - that he shouldn't do this to her. I can't go on with this... I would only hurt her, I would hurt myself... Filled with confusion, he stood up and left the room.

A/N: I'm not in the mood for writing another A/N. So, just the necessary part. Next chapter will up soon, I hope, but I have lots of other work to do. I'll see what I can do, okay? TBC!