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The song is When You Come Back To Me Again by Garth Brooks.

Grissom walked into the lab with a smiling face. He wanted to see Sara as soon as possible, ask her what he had to do for her to forgive him. He walked into the break room; Catherine was there. "Hey Cath," he said happily.

"Hey, what's with you tonight?" she offered him the seat beside of her on the couch.

He sat down beside of her. "Do you think Sara would go to dinner with me?"

Catherine was surprised. Her and the guys had spend all of yesterday morning trying to figure out a way to get them together, and now Grissom was basically throwing himself out there. "I don't see why not, ask her when she comes in."

"I'm planning on it."

"So what's sparked this new interest in Sara?"

"It's time for me to move on in my life."

"I'm glad you finally figured that out."

"So am I."

Nick, Greg and Warrick walked into the room together. "No way!" Greg said. "FPS Doug is the man!"

"Come on dude, who is that into Counter Strike?"

"Have you seen me play it?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

"Guys, chill!" Warrick cut in. "FPS Doug owns, Nick. Get over it."

"Whatever," Nick said, heading for the coffee pot.

"Hey, boys," Catherine said. "You guys seen Sara?"

"Yeah, she's outside talking to one of the detectives," Nick said.

"About her case?" Catherine asked.

"Didn't look like it to me," Greg cut in.

"What do you mean?" Grissom demanded.

"I don't know, it just didn't look like they were talking about work, that's all," Greg poured himself a cup of coffee. "I'm gonna get started back up on my case. See you guys later," he walked out of the room.

Sara came walking down the hall with a young detective Grissom had seen around before.

"So I'll see you for breakfast," he said.

"Yeah, see you then," she smiled as he continued walking. She entered the break room with a smile playing across her lips.

Grissom wanted to cry. His heart shattered as he saw Sara with that man.

There's a ship out, on the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about, lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow you know that ship is me

Sara knew it was time to move on, she decided to take Mark Sparrow up on his offer for breakfast. She found him getting out of his car in the parking lot. "Hey," she said, walking over to him.

He smiled as she approached him. "Hey, Sara." He opened the back door of his car, pulling out his black suite jacket.

"Do you still wanna go out for breakfast?" she asked, a bit nervously.

"Yeah, why?" he gave a suspicious look, followed by a sly smile.

"Because I wanted to take you up on the offer," she smiled back.

"Really?"

"Yeah. So when do you wanna go?"

"How about after shift. You know, if nothing comes up, I'll understand if you have to work late."

"Ok, I'll call you if anything comes up."

They continued their conversation as Mark walked her into the lab. They paused by the break room for a few moments; Sara told him she would see him later.

She was happy that she was finally getting over Grissom; going out with other people would be good for her. Mark was a nice man and a damn good detective, he knew more about forensics than most. He was new to the department, had been with them for around 3 months. He was originally from Virginia, just South of Richmond.

He had a twin sister who was a prosecuting attorney in Chicago and both his mother and father were doctors in Richmond. They had had coffee together one day after finishing up a case together. When he had asked about her family she just sort of brushed it off, he didn't push the subject.

He was handsome too. His black hair was cut short, he had deep green eyes, a tall built, and broad shoulders. He looked, more like a businessman than a cop. He always wore a dark suite, usually black. Occasionally he would wear jeans with a button down shirt, very rarely did he not wear a suite. He was well built, not skinny, but more muscular.

'Cause there's a lighthouse, in the harbor
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out, across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me

Grissom stalked off to his office once everyone had left the break room. His heart, along with his dreams, was shattered. He felt like someone had taken a hammer and hit him square in the chest.

He felt like he was going to throw up. Even though he didn't have a migraine, or even a headache for that matter, he raided his desk until he found the bottle of pills he was looking for. The pills for his migraines would calm him down, force him to relax. He took one pill with a bottle of water from his fridge. Leaning back in his chair, he waited for the medicine to take effect.

He wanted Sara to be happy, that was what he kept telling himself. Sara's happiness was the only thing that mattered, his own happiness came second. He knew he had been wrong to think that he could fix everything between them. Their relationship had gone down hill a long time ago, it wasn't going to be fixed by asking her out. He wanted to be her friend first, her boss second.

Could what little bit of a friendship they had still be saved? If it was at all possible to save their friendship, Grissom was going to try his best to do so. He would rather be her friend and still be close to her than to not have any contact with her at all.

Grissom sighed as he felt the medication begin to take effect. His mind slowed down, his pulse slowed back to normal, and he felt relaxed at last. He couldn't help but feel like crying; he had lost the love of his life to someone else. He knew he could still win her back if he really tried, but he wouldn't put Sara through that, he loved her too much.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

Catherine was walked into Grissom's office as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed. "Hey," she said, taking a seat in front of his desk.

"Hey," he said without moving, his eyes remained closed.

"So who are you taking to the LVPD Charity Banquette next week?"

"We always go together," he stated, "it's tradition."

"I know, I just didn't know if you wanted to take someone else instead."

"Like who?"

"Sara."

"She'll probably go with her new boyfriend," he said bitterly.

"You don't know that. Why don't you ask her?"

"I'm not going to do that to her. I'm not going to force her to choose between me and someone else."

Catherine just stared at him for a few moments. She could see the hurt in his eyes as he stared off into space. "I know what you mean," she said, standing up and walking to the door. "But she still loves you, she always will."

He continued to stare at nothing as she walked out the door. How could he ever stop loving Sara? He wanted her to be happy, even if it meant losing her to another man.

Catherine went into the layout room. Warrick and Nick were in there, looking at a victim's clothing. "You guys know where Greg is?"

"Yeah, he's with Archie reviewing surveillance footage. Why?"

"We need to have an emergence meeting concerning Griss and Sara."

"I'll go get him," Nick offered. A minute later he returned with Greg in tow.

"So what's up?" Greg asked.

"An unexpected obstacle had occurred. Sara's apparently having breakfast with Mark Sparrow."

"That detective who always wears the black suites?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, and now Grissom's depressed because he wanted to ask Sara out and now she's going out with another man."

"This is just great," Warrick said. "So now what are we supposed to do?"

"Make sure that neither Sara or Grissom gets a date to the Banquette next week. We'll have to get them together there, it's our only hope," Catherine sighed.

"So what do you want me to do with the box?" Greg asked.

"When we finally get them together and talking about what happened in Boston, we slip the box in somewhere so that they can realize how much they really loved each other back then."

There's a moment we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that we've done, we can undo
If our hearts in the right place
Grissom decided he was going to leave early, he didn't have a case and there was no point for him to be asleep on the job. He walked out without anyone besides Judy seeing him; Sara was at a crime scene.

Once he reached his townhouse, he took a long shower and went to bed. He couldn't stop thinking about Sara, about how much he cared for her. Over the years he had given her hints, telling her she was beautiful, becoming obsessed with the murder of the woman who looked so much like her. He wanted to be with Sara.

He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms forever. He wanted to have the quirky arguments married couples have just so they can make up later. He wanted to see her wearing a wedding band he had given her. He wanted to see her holding their child in her arms.

Grissom sighed as he rolled over; he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep. He grabbed an old t-shirt, slipping it on as he made his way back downstairs to his living room. He looked around, searching for the framed picture he knew was there. Nearly hidden by stacks of bugs in glass cases, was the picture.

He and Sara were by Lake Mead. The team had gotten together for a picnic shortly after Nick was released from the hospital after being taken. Greg must have taken the picture because the camera had been held at a weird angle so that the picture came out tilted. Grissom sat behind Sara on a blanket in front of the lake. They were both smiling for the camera, both sitting close to one another.

Greg had passed out the pictures a few days later, everyone got copies of all of the pictures that had been taken using his camera. Grissom had stuck most of the pictures in a photo album but when he got to this one, he just couldn't stop looking at it.

He had taken it to a framing store and had it enlarged to an 8/11. The frame was dark wood with a design carved into it. He loved the picture; he used to look at it every day before he went to bed. He had nearly forgotten about it a few months ago.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'till we reach the circles end
When you come back to me again
And again I see my yesterdays in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be
Sara was the only reason he got up every night, the only reason he went to work. Sure, he loved his job, but he loved Sara even more. Everyone wondered why he had never married; it was because he was waiting for Sara. People talked about why he spent so much time alone; it was because he hoped Sara would come over. Ecklie wondered why he always refused to fire her, why he put his own job out on the line for her; it was because he loved her so much.

No matter how hard he tried to run away form it, he couldn't. Sara was the reason why he lived, why he was still in Vegas. His lab was second in the country; the FEDS had the top lab. He had built an astonishing team, had taught them never to quite, to fight for the victims. What more could he possibly want from his career? Why did he never move on to a different lab, many had offered. More money, a better city, a better retirement plan, but he never left.

After Sara agreed to stay, he stayed too. All he wanted to do was to get away from this city, the death, the families he had seen torn apart because of it, and the lifestyle. He hated this place.

He wanted to go home for a while, back to Marina Del Ray, California. His mother owned the beach house he had grown up in and he wanted to go there a sleep for a week, maybe two. He hadn't seen his mother since Christmas and it was summer now. Maybe he would plan a trip next month, it would help get his mind off of Sara.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'till we reach the circles end
when you come back to me again
Grissom smiled to himself, maybe he could get over Sara. It would take time, but if she was happy then maybe he could be too. He walked back upstairs slowly and made his way back to his bedroom. He had made peace with himself, at least for a moment. He was ready to sleep now.

He fell into a deep sleep a few minutes later, dreaming of Sara and the way he wanted things to be.

When you come back to me again

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