A few of you mentioned this and not sure why I made Grissom cry at the end, think I just wanted to end it and that was what came out. Hadn't meant for Grissom to cry, but o well, carrying on from there anyway.

Within seconds he was cursing himself for acting like he had, the way he had backed out of finally taking that step, the way he had left without another word or glance and especially the way he had let tears escpae. He hadn't cried since his father had died and even then he had only cried about it once. He roughly wiped away the tears on his face impatiently but still did not leave the office or check with Judy. He just sat there, giving himself a moment to calm down before carrying on with his paperwork.

He simply sat staring at the clock and didn't even realise when an hour had passed of him just staring at the clock and the wall. He swept a hand over his forehead and through his hair before sighing and standing up. He walked towards the door and went onto auto-pilot, switching off the lights, locking the door, walking towards the break room, seeing that as usual no-one was there, heading towards the lockers, walking through the door into them.

He suddenly stopped, returning to himself. He saw Sara sat on the bench in the lockers and saw telling red blotches on her cheeks, a distinct puffiness of her eyes. He watched as she realised he was there, dashed the few tears remaining on her cheeks away and stood up quickly grabbing her jacket.

Grissom opened his mouth, he didn't know what he was going to say, maybe to apologise.

Sara held up a hand quickly, "Don't even bother Grissom, I don't want any more lies" before walking confidently out of the room. Grissom stood there stunned for a moment before grabbing his jacket out of his locker and rushing out of the building in time to see her car pulling away, Sara sat there not seeing him biting her lip, whether to keep herself from crying or coming back and shouting at him he didn't know.

He sighed slightly and continued hurrying towards his car and driving home.

He lay in his bed, staring at this dark ceiling, there were no lights on but he could still see two images as clear as if they were happening in front of him now.

Sara's eyes losing that last spark of hope and her face with tear-stained cheeks as she had looked at him in the locker room.

He hated himself for causing those tears, Sara's tears were all the pain he could cope with, all the pain he needed to finally make him realise that there was no point side-stepping around the issue or outright avoiding it like he had been doing. Either it was worth it or it wasn't. Either way would lead to hurt, if he took the chance and it collapsed, or if didn't do anything. He wouldn't know though unless he did something about it soon. There was no point waiting for the right moment, or until he was certain it would work. It was now hurting him more not knowing than the possibility of it failing ever could.

He sat up in bed, swung his legs over the edge and rested his head in his hands.

It suddenly seemed clear to him that something had to be done and he was the one who had to do it.

It was what he had been waiting for.

It was time.

Ok, this definitely needs another chapter, I really can't predict this story any more, even less than I normally can. I swear it has a life of its own an its not doing what I planned, but nm, might work out anyway, please stick with it and let me know if it improves as it goes on or if this chapter just destroys whatever there was in the first chapter. Or if you have no idea what I just said.

Maybe I shouldn'r write when I'm this tired 'cos I started the first chapter when I was tired as well.