A/N: How long was it ago that I updated? Week? Well, here it is, a brand new chapter. Thanks to anyone, and I repeat anyone who reviewed and told me to continue. Oh, about the jumper-thing... it was stupid from me, Snow had told me and even marked it pink, and I didn't change it. Fromnow on, I'll try to save it in my memory, okay? Thanks to Snow! You know why...

This chapter is dedicated to: My left shoe (don't ask), my sister and Kristy87. Go and read her fic!

Grissom closed the door and stared at Jena with a very confused look. Who was this woman? And why did she wanted to see me? Nick dropped her, she probably knows him, but why does she want to see me? He scanned her, the curly red hair, the glasses she wore, the darkblue jeans, the purple coat. Have I met her before? He tried to remember any woman he had met in his life, but couldn't remember her, she was just a complete stranger to him. She smiled at him. She obviously knows me...but how? How can somebody know me, without that I know her? He realized that he was staring at her, and turned his eyes away. He shook his head and walked over to her. "Can I take your coat?"

Jena nodded. "Yeah, if you want to do that..."

He took her coat and hung it on the rack. He confusingly looked at her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Jena Bonnar..."

Jena... Jena... he had heard that name today. Thoughts flooded through his mind, but he didn't receive the bright light. She noticed that he became more and more confused and smiled at him. She was playing a game with him, she knew that, and she had him. Am I going to make him confused at little more? She decided to tell him who she was, it would be fair.

"I'm Sara's fostersister, just in case you didn't remember my name."

"Oh... ehm, why don't you come in?"

Jena nodded and walked over to the living room. She found her way to the couch and settled down. "Can you come here? I want to make something clear to you."

He did what she requested and sat on the chair on the other side of the room.

"I want you to know, that... if you mistreat Sara in any way, make her feel vurnerable, hurt her, or do anything else to her that is not appropriate... I will find you and you'll meet angry me. And let's make clear to you, I'm not nice when I'm angry, you don't want to meet me then."

Grissom was completely blanked by this burst. Jena looked strangely strickt, she was not smiling at him. It was almost like she was ordering this to him. "I won't do anything like that to Sara... I love her."

Jena still didn't smile. "You know? Sara has always said that she loved you too, but something... I just want to make sure that my sister wouldn't be hurt, because if you do, if you dare to do that, I'll do anything to-"

"Jena, I'll never do anything like that to Sara. I know, she probably has told you that I've been a real ass towards her, and I confess that I have been, but... you should give me a chance. Please..."

Jena smiled a little. "That's what I needed to hear. I mean... I won't say that you would hurt her, no, but I just want you to know that if you do, you have to deal with me."

Grissom nodded, still somewhat confused by this unexpected situation. "Yeah... okay..."

He shook his head and his thoughts flooded back to what Jena told him. "You said that she loved me? Always loved me?"

Jena shook her head and tried to hide her smile. "Yeah, she did, and she still does... I mean... when she met you... She's... attracted to you... but she has told me that she had her doubts, she's just so unsure about herself and... I always told her to be brave enough to tell you, but she always refused. But indeed, her mind is with you since the day she met you... I... am interested in your part of the story. I mean... I've only heard this from Sara herself, and never had the chance to meet you, that's one of the reasons I came to you. I wanted to meet the man she was always talking about. So... tell me... your side of the story. When did you finally realize how much she meant to you?"

Grissom knew he couldn't be reserved to Jena, he couldn't keep this private, because she would find a way to make him talk. Though he tried it. "Ehm... Jena, I guess that I can't tell you anything... private issues, okay?"

She shook her head with a cruel smile. "Private... you can tell me... you have to tell me... I'm her sister, remember?"

He sighed and continued "I... I met her on Harvard University... I was there... for a seminar. I was the guest-professor, I gave lecture in entomology. I had introduced myself, had told the students that, if they had questions, they could come to me, that I would answer all their questions. Sara was the only one who came to me. She... she was so bright, she was only 19 years old, but she made comments... I haven't heard them from people twice her age. Her smile was so warm... I immediately noticed that she was special.

Outside college, I invited her to come by, at my place. It was no professor-student related, but just as friends. Let's just say that the appointment ended different than I thought it would. She... told me something, and... needed to stay at my place for a few days..." He noticed that Jena looked fascinatedly at him, but he couldn't tell her about what happened on that night. He couldn't tell her that Sara told him that she had been raped, it would be inappropriate. Luckliy, Jena didn't asked questions about that period.

"I had to leave Harvard, I could only stay for so long. Our good-bye... I never had felt so sad by any farewell in my life. In the plane to Vegas, I realized that I had opened myself to her, and that thought froze me... I had never been a person who... who was an open book. No-one actually knew me..."

Jena remained silent for some time. She seemed thinking what she sould say. She smiled at him, knowing that it wouldn't be a good idea to tease him, or make some funny joke. "You... went further than just friends, didn't you?"

Grissom blinked twice, then slowly nodded. "Yeah... on the last night... my last night there, I was no longer a professor... she had dinner with me. Things... changed. We... we made love that night. I realized far too late what we had done... I was 15 years older. She was only nineteen, a nineteen year-old girl having something with a 34 year old guy... that's... not normal. We both knew that it could never be... at least not then, I was her superior, beside for the gossip that would be anywhere, I didn't feel right about it. Still, I wanted to be with her, wanted her, but we had to say goodbye. And we both knew that it would be hard to say farewell, I knew that it would be impossible for me. The last minutes... she kissed me and... and I felt something I had never felt before. It was... safety, warmness, tenderness. I didn't care anymore what they would say about us. For one moment, I felt like we could be together, but on the plane home, I realized that this was just a foolish dream. We had shared phone-numbers... we stayed connected, called every now and then. The phonecalls were nice, but I had never seen her since that day... not for five years.

She moved to San Fransisco, she was close to me. I visited her... it was nice, but strange. We knew that we had left each other that day, we had never discussed it again, I feel so stupid about it now. We should have talked it over, I... maybe she would have told me that we weren't meant for each other, maybe she had told me that she had someone else, but... if we had told each other the truth, we wouldn't have been in this situation. I... in San Fransisco... I knew that I couldn't be with her... I was 15 years older, how on Earth could a girl like her be attracted to me, fall in love with me? I had no social life, no friends, I was a complete awkward person and I felt like I would stay alone for the rest of my life.

The visit was... nice... but she was distant. She had built a wall around herself, she was not the open person who she was back then. I guess... we both had changed, but we still stayed in touch. I didn't see her for a long time but... back in 2000, an employee was killed and we were shorthanded, I thought of her, immediately. I asked her to come by, to work for me, and for some reason, she did. I... tried to open myself for her... and I did. I just found it hard... I never let anyone in my life. And now... I think we're... having something. I don't know if it's going to work out, but... I don't want to loose her again. I don't think I can loose her, I realized that too often. The day she wanted to quit her job, the day the lab blew up... the day she drove when she was under influence... the day I was called to the hospital, because she had been shot..."

They silenced for a very long time. Jena's expression told him nothing, but the absence of questions meant a lot. She understood what he had told her, and she seemed satisfied. After a while, Jena moved foreward.

"You really love her... don't you?"

Grissom nodded. "Yes, I do..."

Jena couldn't help but grin. "I'm sure she loves you too, and I know that Sara will do anything to... be with you. I... now I know that you love her too... I... I'm sorry that I was so rude when I came in."

Grissom gave her a weak smile. "Doesn't matter."

Jena stood up. "Hey, I got to go... I want to get some sleep and I need to find my way to Nick's home."

Grissom walked to the hallway, took her coat and gave it to her. She put it on and held out her hand. "It was nice to meet the boyfriend of my sister..."

"It was nice to meet you too."

She walked to the doorway and turned around. "I understood that she was staying with you? When she's leaving the hospital?"

Grissom just nodded and Jena smiled at him. She closed the door and walked away.

To be continued (almost finished chapter 14)