The loud music pulsated through my body, as if it were a part of me, as I danced with Mike pressed close to my body. I could feel eyes on me, and I knew who they belonged to, but I danced faster and harder…grinding and kissing Mike as much and often as I could. Why I did this I don't know, maybe to make Grissom jealous, but Mike didn't seem to mind my actions…so I justified myself by saying…I did it for him.

When the song ended Mike said he was thirsty and so we went to the bar and then went back to the booth.

"Are you guys all danced out yet? I want to talk to my girl." Nick half teased half pouted.

"One more dance…a slow dance and then I'm all yours Nicky boy." I said.

Mike spanked me lightly from behind and I jumped and blushed and said "Okay…not all yours."

"Ew…gross." Warrick joked.

"Oh don't even go there Warrick, my friend, I have many stories I could tell." I said pushing back,

"Oh, please do tell." Greg cut in.

I was about to open my mouth when Mike said "Later…right now, I want to dance with you."

I hadn't realized that a slow song had come on and I nodded. I took Mike's hand and followed him out to the dance floor where there were pairs of slow moving bodies everywhere. Mike pulled me into him, and he held me tightly as we began to sway lightly to the music.

I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed in his sent…that's when I saw them.

Pressed tightly against Grissom's body was Catherine Willows. I should have known they would have stayed together after I left…what did I expect…for Grissom to stay single and lonely forever…waiting for me to come back to him? But if I knew I shouldn't have then why did all these old feelings I thought I had put to rest come flooding back? Pain in my heart…sickness in my stomach…and the urge to vomit at the very sight of seeing them so close.

Grissom suddenly looked up and caught my eye. I didn't know what to do…I didn't want to look hurt or betrayed, so I smiled. Not a big smile, but a small one…an indifferent one. I had become a master of my outward emotions…something I had done in the name of Gil Grissom.

He looked stunned…betrayed. Everything I was feeling on the inside, he was showing on the outside. I looked away and buried my face in Mike's shirt…breathing in the sent that had calmed me before.

"I love you." He whispered into my hair.



I looked up at him and smiled softly. "I love you too."

He smiled his own soft smile and bent his head down just enough to capture my lips with his in a soft and sweet kiss.

I could feel the eyes on my again and it began to unnerve me, making my body tense.

"Are you alright babe?" Mike asked looking down at me.

"Yeah…I'm fine. I'm just a little chilled." I said, lying.

"Are you okay? Do you think you're coming down with what Ben has?" Mike asked concern etching his features lightly.

"No…no, just a little cold." I said.

"Okay then…let me see if I can warm you up." Mike said smiling the smile that had made me fall in love with him in the first place.

He wrapped his arms more fully around me, and tightened his grip. Almost as if to become my blanket. I sighed into his shoulder.

"I take that as a sign that we are all better?"

I nodded slowly.

"Gosh, it's cold in here." I said as I walked into the bedroom we shared.

"Seriously?" Grissom asked smiling at me.

"Shut it Gil…I'm cold and I blame you for keeping this house so damn cold." I said as I walked over to the bed. I pulled back the covers and got in.

"Well…let me see if I can help you get warm..to make up for it." Gil smiled mischievously at me.

"Gilbert I am not in the mood."

"You're always in the mood…don't lie."

I smiled at him sweetly. "How could I ever lie to you?"

"I have no idea."

"Then get over here and warm me up." I said returning his mischievous smile.

The song was coming to an end and I chanced a glance over at Grissom.



He had is face buried in Catherine's hair, and Catherine was clinging to him.

I was becoming worried. Grissom was two hours late to be home. He hadn't called and half of me was angry, the other half worried out of my mind.

I walked through the halls of the crime lab, hoping he was there. I looked in all the labs and layout rooms, only to find he wasn't there. I looked in the evidence locker and the locker room…still was nowhere to be found. I finally made my way to his office, what should have been my first destination was now my last hope.

I was about to walk in when something inside me made me stop. I walked over to the window and peaked in. I wish I hadn't.

Grissom had his arms wrapped tightly around Catherine and it appeared that he was showing her just how well he could use his tongue…when put in other people's mouths. I must have been standing there for awhile, because the make out session took a turn I didn't want to see, so I left.

Tears were flowing down my face against my will for them to stay in my eyes, by the time I reached my car in the garage.

I reached for my door handle when I realized that I couldn't go home tonight. I couldn't wait for him at home and pretend that everything was okay when I knew what he had done just hours before. But I couldn't sit at home and wait for him so I could end things. Despite what I had just seen…my heart was still filled with love for him…and despite my brain's wants…my heart wasn't ready to say goodbye to something I had pined for, for years.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number I knew by heart. A number I called when Grissom and I had our recently frequent fights.

"Hello?" A voice answered on the other end.

"Nick…I need a place to stay tonight…"

The song ended and Mike let me go, but still held onto my hand tightly.

"Back to the booth? I'm sure Nick can't wait to spend the time with you that I seem to have stolen away from him." Mike said as he led me off the dance floor.

The previous emotions of heart ache had subsided with the memory that had assaulted my thoughts second ago.

I smiled and said "Yeah…I'm sure he is."

"But just so he knows…tell him there is no way that I am ever going to give my time with you, back to him." Mike said before he kissed the side of my head.



I laughed. "Will do."

New York surrounded me. Sounds of everyday New York life filtered through my shut apartment window.

"I loved him Mike…it hurt like hell."

"I know Sara…but I'm glad you opened up to me…you can't hold these things in forever you know."

"I try…"

"I know you do."

"But it's over…over is over."

"Sara…over isn't always over…feeling live on for a long time…especially the ones that hurt."

"I'm done with him…over is over Mike…maybe not for you, but for me and him…over is over."

I looked back one more time at the dance floor where Catherine as now dancing to the fast paced music with Grissom. It was a strange sight, but what was stranger was Mike's words that were spoken so long ago, were now echoing in my head once again.

I suddenly realized that over isn't always over…feelings live on for a long time…especially the ones that hurt…especially the ones that hurt you.