Final chapter but this has two major ways this can go in my head which will fit no matter what I write, leaning majorly towards one so will probably write the other, but let me know if you don't like it and I might write the other ending in as an alternative and post that one as well, or if you just want it up anyway.

The End - although we all know that these two's story won't end here

Sara awoke to an amazing feeling of contentment followed my a terrific feeling of happiness, both followed and made worse by an awesome loss.

She turned over and saw Grissom laying opposite her and realised just how stupid she'd been.

She was amazed he was even still there in her bed. Probably 'cos he was still asleep, if he'd awoken first she had no doubts he would've crept quietly out gathering his clothes changing near the door so that she couldn't hear and creeping out of the house, he might have locked the door on the way out and posted the keys through the letterbox to keep her safe but she doubted it.

There was no way Gilbert Grissom, the man who put so much faith in the spoken word and sweet poems and quotes, who thought about everything he did and said before he dared to say to word, there was no way that man could approve of his actions the night before, his brash decision, he hadn't thought, he had only gone with physical desire, it probably didn't affect him emotionally in the slightest possible way.

He would regret his actions, say it was a moment of weakness and probably barely mention it again, return to his awkward self but worse than before, they had crossed a few lines before but never like this, the first time he had touched the bottom of her back and been a line they'd crossed, the first time he flirted in return, the first time he complimented her even if it was outright, they were all lines that they'd crossed, and each one Grissom would've calculated, thought about, at least for a second.

He'd crossed a line he couldn't ignore now, though he'd probably try, he couldn't say it was slip of the hand or a slip of the tongue or something she'd misunderstood this time.

She tried to force her mind away from speculations and instead found herself cursing herself for how awkward this would be at work now, her eye fell on the suitcase at the door and only then did she remember that she'd told him she resigned and that she had told her landlord she was moving out and that self-destructing was now the only option if he ignored that night and that she did have to leave, especially if he did wake up and decide to leave.

She turned back to face him again, memorising his peaceful sleeping features to fix a good memory in her mind to think back on as she knew she would, she could never forget what had happened a few hours ago.

The exquisite pleasure he had brought to her, how his hand on he bare skin sent jolts of energy through her whole body and how his kisses left her breathless. She tore her mind away from the memories, she had to rebuild her armour, there was no way she could do that if she was too distracted when he woke up to survive his leaving.

She felt a hand encircle hers and hold it tightly, she looked up and realised while she had been remembering he had woken up and was looking at her.

Her face must have been showing everything she was feeling, she could feel herself close to crying just from the gentle expression on his face.

Grissom gazed at her and as she gazed back he sighed inwardly, the night before had been something he could never forget, something mind-blowing. Her eyes had finally regained there sparkle and she had actually seemed happy, he looked at her now and saw that her eyes were even dimmer than they had been before, that she had reached a level he hadn't thought she could, he thought he had seen her low and realised by comparison she may as well have been dancing during those times.

He looked more clearly at her face.

Before it had been like a book he desperately wanted to read, but in a language he couldn't understand, he had understood the general expression and some of the meanings he had understood, but he now knew he had also totally mistranslated things and probably hurt her in the process when he had thought he was doing her a favour or doing something to stop anything getting worse. Now he could read every word her face was saying, it was shouting out loud and clear what she was thinking at the moment.

For a second when she had looked at him he had feared she had regretted what had happened between them, now he knew that she was worried he might regret it and walk away from her yet again like he had all those times before.

He squeezed her hand gently, trying to reassure her.

He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it gently, he placed his other hand on her cheek, stroked her cheek bone, brushed a light kiss against her forehead and looked into her eyes.

"Sara, listen to me," she looked up at him again, "I'm not going anywhere" he said slowly and deliberately, emphasising every word.

"I'm not going to run away from this anymore. Not unless you ask me to. I'm staying here, I'm not going to go anywhere and pretend this never happened."

Sara nodded silently not quite believing what she was hearing, he looked at her carefully again.

"Do you believe me?" He asked her seriously.

She looked properly into his eyes for a moment before lowering her gaze again, he could see her thinking and gave her time, after what seemed hours but was only seconds she looked back up at him and cleared her throat slightly.

She opened her mouth and finally replied in an odd voice, "I'll call the landlord this afternoon."