I have so many ideas for this story so if I keep it up I don't think I'll finish it for a while and there's gonna be a hellova lot of chapters! OMG it's my prom on the 5th

Grissom awoke the next morning to find his face buried in Sara's hair and the woman herself snuggled against his chest. He stretched out and found his hand was splayed across Sara's abdomen underneath her shirt. He froze as Sara moved and woke as well. She turned to face him and smiled lazily.

"It seems I've been doing this a lot lately doesn't it?" she whispered.

"What's that?" I asked, tactically moving my hand from under her shirt but kept my arm over her side.

"Waking up in your arms." She closed her eyes again. "People will start to talk Mr. Grissom."

Big, flashing, air raid sirens were going off in Grissom's head yelling "Danger area! Run away!" but he ignored them. Sara needed him and his running away was not an option.

"Let them talk Miss. Sidle, I'm here for your support, not to take advantage." He smiled and Sara opened her eyes.

"Well," Sara said and rolled out of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower." She took some stuff out of the wardrobe and headed for the door. "Oh and Griss." She looked back at him. "It's only taking advantage if the advantage isn't wilfully given." And with that she left the room leaving a very confused Grissom.

As Sara was in the shower, Grissom decided to go downstairs and get some breakfast. He entered the lounge, which was adjoined to the kitchen, to find he was apparently the only one up apart from William who was sat on the bed watching re-runs of E.R. He heard Grissom enter the room and smiled at him.

"Good mornin'…Gil. How did…you sleep?" he asked.

"Fine thank you. No one else up?" Grissom asked, moving into the kitchen and searching for the necessities to make a coffee.

William laughed. "I'm surprised…you're up…this early. It's only 5:45am."

Grissom came back into the lounge armed with a large mug of black coffee. "Occupational hazard. I'm usually going to bed about now." He took a sip of coffee. "How come you're up this early?"

William smiled. "It's awkward enough…trying to sleep with…17 different pills…circulating through your body. Add that to…the incessant…stabbing pain…every time you breath." Grissom looked sorry he'd asked. "Plus, E.R. is on."

Grissom smiled and put his coffee on the table in front of him. "William, I don't mean to sound too forward but, what's wrong with you?"

"Hasn't Sara told you?" William asked.

"I haven't asked and I think the subject too upsetting for her to just say it." Grissom said sombrely.

William nodded and sighed. "Well, it started…off as pneumonia…but it got…worse so I went…to a doctor…had x-rays…and the like…and suddenly I've…got a 3 inch…mass in both lungs…as well as…other parts." He grimaced at the extended conversation and reached for his oxygen mask. After a few deep breaths he continued. "The doctors said…they were inoperable…and I didn't want…to die in…a hospital so I came home. Sara and Carrie…are the only family…I've got left."

They watched E.R. for a while before Grissom spoke again. "What part of England are you from?"

William smiled again. "I wondered…how long it'd take…you to ask that. I'm from a little…corner of London…called Enfield. Lived in…Edmonton for…40 years. Came to San Fran…in 1973. Fostered some kids. Worked as a clerk in…some company until…I got ill. That's about it."

Grissom drained the rest of his coffee and went to put it in the sink. "I'd like to go to England one day. Check out the sites."

William snorted with laughter. "Well if you…ever go…steer clear of…Tottenham, Hackney and Dagenham…you'll get the…shit kicked out of you…real hard nuts…down there...not keen on Yanks"

"I'll keep that in mind." Grissom chuckled. He sat back down.

"Gil, I hope…you don't mind…me asking but…is there any history…between you and Sara?" William asked Grissom.

Stunned by the question, Grissom tried to compose himself. "Uh, well, you know we've been friends for nearly three years, first met at a forensics seminar I was speaking at…"

"No, no you know…what I mean."

"Have we ever slept together?" Grissom asked. "I don't think Sara would like me to tell you if we had."

"You just told me." William said. Grissom fell silent. "Did you love her?"

Grissom stared. He thought about it for minute then opened his mouth to answer.

"Hey guys, what you been talking about?" Sara entered the lounge, her hair still wet from the shower, making it curl a little. Grissom stood up and walked over to her.

"Hey, you feel any better?" he asked her. Sara nodded and hugged him.

"Thank you for staying with me last night." She whispered.

"I told you Sara, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to take a shower now. You haven't scuzzed up the bathroom have you Miss. Sidle?" he asked earning him a smack on the arm.

He disappeared out of the room and Sara went and sat down with William. "So did you two have a nice chat?" she asked.

"We did." William nodded. "He's a very…caring man."

Sara smiled. "That he is. I'm lucky to have him as a friend."

William took her hand. "You wish…he was more…than that though."

She stared at him and then shook her head. "Maybe once, a long time ago. Too much has happened since then."

"You mean me."

"No Will. It's got nothing to do with you. It's stuff that's happened between Griss and I. I'm content to have him as a friend."

"Sara," William placed his other hand on top of hers. "darlin', you still…love him. He still…loves you…I can tell. I want you…to do something…for me."

"What is it?"

"You have to…promise you'll…do it…no matter what."

"Will."

"I mean it!" he gasped. "Please Sara." She sighed and nodded. "Promise me!"

"Fine I promise!"

"Thank you, now…I'm gonna…say some stuff…you're not gonna…like but just…hear me out. I've not got…long left in this world…I know that…the point is…I want you…to be happy…and I know…he makes you happy…so please…when I die…go back to Vegas…go with him…try to make something work."

"Will there's nothing to make work." Sara said.

"Yes there is! He…loves you! I know…it!" William said sharply.

"How do you know? Did he tell you?" Sara asked, wondering how William had come to this conclusion.

"That's what…we were talking…about and he was…going to tell me…he loved you but…you came in…just as he opened his mouth! Please…Sara…for me?"

Sara looked at the floor. Finally she spoke. "If he asks me, I'll go."

The stuff about London is all legitimate! It's actually where I used to live so I have the knowledge! Trust me, Tottenham, Hackney and Dagenham are really rough. Come to think of it, Enfield's pretty rough as well!