A.N./ Ok, I wrote this on the beach while tanning! HEHE! Thankyou so much for all the reviews I had! They made me very happy! -does happy dance- Now, many people guessed who the person at the door was, and many people will not want the person at the door to be this person. I am sorry, but it was crucial to my story. I had to deal with him again at some point! Come on, you know I had to! Anyway, to console those who I know will hate the end of this chapter, this is a SNICKERS fic, I promise! You just have to reach the end! Next chapter will assure you of this, I promise! This chapter is dedicated to Andrew Scott, who managed to fix the music on my computer from 120 miles away - very impressive! So he allowed me to spell check this while listening to ghostbusters! Thank you!

Chapter 8

"Grissom!" Sara exclaimed, her voice full of surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Grissom stood at the door to her apartment, looking very un-grissom like. He looked extremely uncomfortable and nervous, and seemed not to know why he was there.

"Sara. I, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Er, no!" Sara stammered, finally coming to her senses. "Of course not!" Not at the moment anyway. If you had been here 10 minutes earlier… "Nick's, uh, just taking a shower, come in!"

"Thank you," Grissom said, smiling at Sara, and pulled from behind his back a bunch of flowers with a flourish. "These are for you."

"Oh," Sara said, shocked. She had never seen this side of Grissom before, and it was making her slightly nervous. "Thanks! I'll just go and – and put them in some water. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Coffee?"

"Please," Grissom said, walking to her living room and sitting down carefully on the sofa. After much deliberation, he had decided, against all of his instincts, to come and tell Sara how he felt. How he had felt since she had come to Vegas. He knew at some point that she would regain her memories, and he felt if he had shown he was willing to take the risk of a relationship now, then when she regained her memories she would realise he had changed. He was different now.

He just had to find the right words.

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Sara, having placed the flowers in a vase, was waiting for the kettle to boil. She didn't know why Grissom was here, and it was distinctly unnerving. As she glanced over at the flowers again, a thought struck her. It couldn't have anything to do with her feelings for him could it? She knew everyone knew about her feelings, but she had given up hoping for him to return them. She had analysed her own feelings, and determined that she didn't love him, as everyone thought she did.

What's more, she had moved on, and was with Nick now. Or was she? What was it that she and Nick had? They hadn't even been on a date yet, that wasn't exactly a long-term relationship. Yet she felt it had the makings of one.

What if Nick didn't though? Sara felt this whisper of doubt creep into her mind. She was visibly shaking at this point. It was almost too much to handle. As the kettle clicked off she poured hot water into 2 mugs, trying to calm herself. Grissom would never put himself out there, and suggest a relationship. And even if he did, Sara wasn't in love with him, so it didn't matter. Even if she and Nick didn't work out, Sara didn't love Grissom, end of story. It had just been an obsession.

One she was completely, utterly and totally finished with.

With all of this resolved in her mind she picked up the mugs and brought them into the living room, placing them on the coffee table in front of two other coffee mugs.

Sara smiled to herself. Nick must have made coffee for them earlier, when she had passed out. She hadn't noticed, because after she regained consciousness there were … more interesting things going on.

The fact that Nick had made them both coffees for when she awoke reminded Sara of just how well Nick knew her, and how comfortable she had felt kissing him. How natural it had seemed, as though they had always done it. She stopped herself.

No point overanalysing it now, there are more important things to deal with. Just take it one step at a time, and deal with Grissom. Then you can wonder whether this relationship with Nick will go anywhere, and question him on it, maybe pick up where you left off …

Sara then turned all of her attention to Grissom.

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"So," Sara said, becoming a little uncomfortable in the silence that was stretching on between them, "what was it that you came here for?"

She turned to meet Grissom's eyes, and found that he was staring at her. The intensity of his gaze made her blush. As Sara felt her face heat up, Grissom spoke, his voice quiet and low, but with a determination behind his words.

"Sara, you are an enchanting woman. I have thought so ever since you have worked here in Vegas with me, uh, with us. Now, before you lost your memories, there were many rumours going around the labs that you had some … feelings for me-"

"Grissom-" Sara interjected, but Grissom held up a hand and placed a finger on her lips.

"Please let me finish," he said, taking his finger away.

Sara was too shocked to say anything. She had never known Grissom to touch anyone when it wasn't essential, he just wasn't that kind of person.

"The thing is … I have also had feelings for you too," he continued. "What has held me back before has been my fear of work, because I am your supervisor, and so to date you I would become a normal CSI again, and someone else would get my job. My job and career have always been the most important thing to me, you see, and so I have always prioritised my career over everything. That day of the accident, however, showed me how fragile life is, and how easily it can be taken away, so I thought I should finally tell you.

"Now I've, um, finally laid my cards on the table, so to speak, so when your memories, uh, return, maybe you could let me know what you … think."

Sara sat speechless for a moment. Grissom had just outlined the possibility of a relationship with her. A. Relationship. With. Grissom. She couldn't believe it.

Unfortunately he was almost 5 years too late.

"Grissom," she said, unsure of how to start, "I, um, already have my memories back."

Grissom's eyes shot up, and something akin to a smile played around his lips. Sara could see what he was thinking. Maybe she had already remembered her feelings about him?

She hated to deal him a blow like this, but she had to continue.

"The thing is, Grissom, while I might have had feelings for you at one point, recently I realised I was kidding myself – that you would never like me back, and so I moved on," she finished, trying to let him down as gently as possible. She neglected to mention that she had moved on with Nick.

Well, that was one way of putting it.

"But Sara," Grissom started, moving closer to her, "I do have feelings for you! You aren't wasting your time, I promise, I-"

Sara stood up.

"No, Grissom. I made my decision a couple of months ago. I'm sorry but no."

Sara really didn't want to tell Grissom about Nick, but the way Grissom was going, it looked like she would have to. Admitting that she had once been attracted to him seemed to be the main mistake. He had now grabbed onto that fact with both hands, and was not letting it go.

"Sara please!" Grissom pleaded, standing up also. "Please can't we start something! You have feelings for me-"

"Had, Grissom, HAD!" Sara exclaimed, no longer feeling the need to be gentle with him. "I had feelings, but not any more!"

"Sara," Grissom said with a smile.

He took a step closer.

"Ok, maybe you don't."

He took another step.

"But I think I may be able to change your mind."

And with that last statement, he took one last step, now extremely close to her, and, before she could move away, placed a hand around the back of her head, and kissed her.

And as Nick walked into the living room, freshly showered, and intent on snuggling up to Sara, and having a long talk with her about where this was headed, as he felt it was headed somewhere pretty great, this was how he found them.

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