Disclaimer: If this were an episode I would have a deadline for it. But there isn't one, clearly you can tell because it has taken me so long to update.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. That damn writer's block got me again! Well, here is the next chap. Not the greatest but it's here. Oh, I got a twitter account if anyone is interested. This way you can see what I'm up to and then yell at me when it's something stupid and I could be writing another chapter. My name there is also GSRsara4eva1623. I also posted another story titled Graveside, if you guys didn't already know that, but you probably did. So, now, on with the story!

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Rain started to fall during the drive to the townhouse. Sara watched as the windshield wipers moved back and forth with a soft clicking noise, but her gaze seemed a bit distant.

"Sara, Honey, tell me what you're thinking." Grissom attempted to get her to talk to him as they drove back to his townhouse. She shook her head no at his suggestion and didn't lift her eyes to look into his.

"Please, Sara…" he tried again.

She sighed before speaking. "It's just, I can't get this whole thing out of my mind. I'm trying to detach myself, really, I am." He wanted to interrupt her there, to tell her that she shouldn't try to avoid what happened, but she continued. "After all these years, after seeing so many women go through the same thing I'm going through, I always vowed to myself that if something like that every happened to me, that I would be stronger than them. That I wouldn't let myself crash and burn."

Grissom pulled the car into the driveway and turned in his seat to face her.

"Sara, it won't help if you try to avoid what you're going through. And you are strong, one of the strongest women I know. No one expects you to come out of this unscarred." She nodded her head at his words. His hand came up lightly to cup her cheek, mindful of the bruise there. Her watery gaze finally met his eyes.

"Something else is bothering you," he observed. "Talk to me." She shook her head. "No, I'm fine." He doubted her statement the moment her eyes darted away from him. How could she tell the man she loved that she was afraid he wouldn't want her any more? How could she explain to him that what had happened didn't break her as much as it seemed, when it really had? No matter how much Sara wanted to, she just couldn't confide those things to him, as long as that voice in her head kept whispering to her that he would leave her the moment she admitted she wasn't fine, that that bastard had in fact taken something from her, and it was slowly eating her away.

Sara was so caught up in her thoughts that she was startled when Grissom opened her door, placing his hand over hers. Once again her gaze met his. But then again, how could she not trust him? He was so kind and gentle with her. He wanted to help her, help to make her better. He loved her; she knew that as a fact, at least she hoped it was.

Stepping out of the car, still distracted by her thoughts, she almost slipped on the wet running board, but Grissom was quick to steady her, his hands holding her waist. As she stepped down onto the ground, her hands remained on his shoulders. In a quick movement, she leaned in to kiss him, and his lips met hers halfway. It was a quick, chaste kiss, but something about it was reassuring to her. Pulling back, Grissom placed his hand at the small of her back, leading her up the walkway to the townhouse.

A few quiet moments passed after they had entered the townhouse when a question entered Sara's mind that she hadn't thought about yet.

"Gil, when can I go back to work?" Sara asked, sitting at the kitchen counter on a bar-stool.

Grissom sighed; he'd been waiting for that question.

"Sara, I don't think you should go back right away. Give yourself some time to heal, at least take a couple of days off. No one is going to expect you at work anytime soon." She had been hoping to get back to work very soon; maybe a case would take her mind off of everything.

"Only a few days," Sara agreed, after all, she was still feeling sore.

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A/N: Okay, a short and lame chapter, but when you have writer's block it's just about impossible to write anything worth reading. Please Review anyway! :)