Fall and your Guardian Angel will catch you

A/N: So, last chapter sob. Okay, I'm good now. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this fic as much as I did while writing it. And thanks to all the people who reviewed!! And Sorry for the long wait, my computer crashed and I didn't get it fixed till over the summer. Anyway, on with the story! And don't forget to review!!

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Fall and your Guardian Angle will catch you.

Chapter 3:

Sara was sitting on her couch reading "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." Greg had given it to her in the hospital so she wouldn't get bored.

She never got to it when in the hospital before, so now she was curled up on her couch reading it with an apple in her hand. On the coffee table sat the pocketknife used for the apple, a coke, some chips and her phone. She was wearing a tanktop and short shorts, wanting to be comfortable.

After the thing at the lab with her scars and stuff, she managed to get the rest of the day off and just wanted to relax. So she had come home and was about to flop on her couch and sleep when she saw the Harry Potter book laying on her coffee table. And so she decided to begin reading it.

She had been reading since then and was almost done. She was on chapter 34, close to the end. Voldemort was getting ready to kill Harry. She was on the last page of the chapter when someone knocked on the door. She ignored it. She continued reading, eager to finish the book.

"Harry Potter," He said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his-

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed his fear-

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

Sara gasped, her eyes turning quickly to the next page. She didn't think Harry was dead because there was still 3 chapters left of the book. But she still had to know.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

KING'S CROSS

He lay-Knock, Knock.

It was the door again.

With a frustrated growl Sara stood up and placed her book on the table, the pages staying open and marking her place. She went over to the door and answered it. She was surprised to see Grissom standing there, holding a bundle of flowers. Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists, not being able to suppress her emotions now that they were back on her turf. "What do you want?" She snapped.

"I need to ask you something." He explained. He held the flowers out. "And these are for you."

She snatched the flowers from his hand and walked into the house, throwing them on the kitchen counter. She then moved out to the living room, leaning against the couch, arms crossed. She grabbed her book, proceeding to pretend Grissom wasn't there.

Grissom stood across from her, looking down, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. He looked up when she didn't say anything and saw that she had a book open, Harry Potter, from what he could see and was reading it intently.

"He lay, facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure he was there himself.

Along time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because her was laying, defiantly lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.

He lay-"

"Sara." She huffed angrily, trying to ignore Grissom.

Grissom had listened to her quietly read out loud, knowing she was ignoring him but the silence had become unbearable so he broke it. He sighed. "Sara-"

"What?"

He thought of something to say. "You're reading Harry Potter." He groaned. Was that the best he could come up with? 'You're reading Harry Potter?'

"Greg got it for me." She snapped.

She put the book down on the coffee table beside her couch and they stared at each other silently for a few minutes before Sara sighed.

"So?" She prompted him, waving her hands in little hurrying motions.

"Well...uh..."

"Yes?"

"Sara...I want you back. I love you. Please?" Grissom begged.

Sara stared at him, dumbfounded. She couldn't believe that after what he did to her he had the nerve to go and pull this. She was furious. "Get out of my house." Sara growled threateningly, her hands clenched in an attempt not to punch her boss in the face. It took a lot of control for Sara just to manage not to yell.

"What?" Grissom asked, stunned at Sara's tone.

"I said 'Get out of my house.' " She repeated in the same tone. When Grissom didn't move she finally lost her temper. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!" She shouted.

Once again he didn't leave but just flinched at Sara's anger. She was seething, her hands in tight fists by her sides, her entire body tensed up like she was a snake, about to strike its prey.

He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down to him for a kiss. He knew he was fanning the flame by kissing her but he wanted to convince her however he was able.

When he pulled away he saw her face. It was red, flushed with anger. She looked madder than he had ever seen her.

All of a sudden his face lit up with pain and he saw stars. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them. His face protested at this slight movement.

He stared at her with utter shock. He had expected her to yell at him again or shove him out even. Maybe even a simple slap.

What he didn't expect was for her to punch him in the face. And it hurt. He gingerly brought a hand to his face, feeling the throbbing stinging pain.

He looked down, realizing nothing he said or did would make her change her mind. He walked towards the door, not glancing at Sara as she opened it for him. He walked out.

Sara was about to shut the door when he turned around and made one last feeble attempt to rebuild everything. "But- but Sara I-I want to work everything out. I want you back. Why can't we start over?" He pleaded.

"No, Grissom, you can not come back. Never. If you ever try to "convince" me again I swear you'll get something worse than a punch in the face. Don't ever bring this up to me again!" She hissed, slamming the door in his face before he could answer.

Grissom didn't move thought, he stayed there, listening as Sara leaned against the door. She was sobbing. He could hear her dialing a phone number.

"G-Greg? C-could you come over? I-I need somebody...I'm afraid I might...do it again, yeah... Please...ok...just...hurry!" He heard her sob into the phone.

Grissom heard her hang up. He furrowed his brow. 'Do "what" again? Why Greg?' He thought.

He moved over by the window where the deep blue shades were open a crack. He could see Sara inside. She wasn't by the door anymore but curled up in the corner of her couch, the Harry Potter book lying open on her coffee table beside her.

What caught Grissom's attention was that she had a large pocketknife in her hand. She was twirling it around, opening and closing it.

Now Grissom could put two and two together. All Sara was wearing was a pair of gold cheerleading shorts and a purple tanktop. Grissom could see all the scars that Sara hid at work. Little ones littering her arm, a few on her legs and a large one on her shoulder. He didn't noticed them a second before when he was talking to her.

'Way to be observant, Gil.' He thought as fear settled in his heart. He was tempted to rush in.

But he could hear footsteps pounding up the stairs. Running to a hiding place, Grissom watched Greg grab a key and enter the apartment with ease.

Once satisfied that the coast was clear, he began to peek through the window again.

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Greg walked into the apartment and his eyes instantly settled on Sara. Slowly he walked to her and knelt in front of the couch.

"Sara?"

"Yeah Greg?" She glanced up briefly to see Greg's worried brown eyes, disheveled hair, wearing nothing but a pair of Spongebob boxers and a simple white shirt.

"You can let go of the knife now. I'm here. I'm right here." He gently touched her foot, just as a way to announce his presence but without invading her space.

Sara's grip tightened on the knife.

"Oh, Sara. Come on, Sar-bear, come on." Greg coaxed calmly.

"Greg, I'm okay. I just need to know I'm loved." Sara said, closing the pocketknife and putting it down. She sighed as Greg pulled her onto the floor and into his arms. "Thank you, Greggo. I know you love me." She whispered as she laid her head on Greg's chest

"Mm hmm, yes. Yes I do love you, Sara." He whispered in her ear before pulling back and locking eyes with her. "Do you want to tell me?"

"What do you think?" She snapped. Greg pulled back. Hurt was written all over his face. Instantly she sighed and gently touched his face. "I'm sorry Greg. I didn't mean to snap. It's just...hard." Running a hand along Greg's cheek she added, "Same person as before."

"Oh."

"Thank you again."

"For what exactly? You're the one who stopped yourself."

"Yeah, but only because of you. I still can't believe this. Before 'this' all happened we were just close friends. Yet, you knew things about me that Grissom didn't even know. But you weren't someone who I'd let any farther into my heart because I knew you could break it. Truthfully, I think I've always had feelings for you somewhere deep down inside. I just didn't realize it till now. Greg, thank you. For all of this. Comforting me, not jumping to conclusions, not pushing me...for just being Greggo. And I love you for that. I'd be dead if it weren't for you." She kissed him gently on the cheek.

Greg turned his head so they were face-to-face. He kissed her back, on the lips, drowning in the kiss until she pulled back. He didn't question her. He was going to do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, and to whatever pace she wanted. He waited silently for her to speak.

"I punched Grissom in the face."

Greg looked at her with a mixture of pride and amazement.

"You punched our boss?!" Greg cried incredulously.

"Yeah." She answered simply.

"Why?"

"Grissom tried to get me to give him another chance. I said no and told him to get out of my house. He didn't leave but kissed me instead. So I punched him."

"You punched our boss." Greg said again, slowly this time yet still amazed.

"Yeah." Sara replied.

Greg burst out laughing and Sara soon joined in.

"It's too bad you can't punch Eckile also." Greg let out an exaggerated sigh.

Sara laughed. "No shit." Greg grinned, glad to hear her laugh again.

When they both stopped laughing they sat in silence for awhile.

Sara sat on the couch, her legs flat on the floor. Greg was still on the floor. He held her hand as he sat back on his legs and looked up at her, the back of his head on her thigh.

"Greg, do I need help?" Sara asked.

Greg stood up and was silent for a moment, thinking. "Well don't bite my head off but I think help wouldn't hurt. But other than a few humanly flaws I think you're fine just the way you are. You're perfect. Despite your past, you've survived. You've made it this far. Don't start doubting yourself just because of him. You are respected, you are loved, and needed. I respect you, your status as a level 3 CSI, your distaste for any meat and everything else about you. Even the fact that you have glasses. I love you very much and I need you."

"Thank you Greggo. I love and need you too." She stood up and pulled him to her, hugging him tightly.

Sara saw over his shoulders a salt-&-pepper haired person duck behind the curtains. The person looked familiar. Could it be...? She shook her head. 'Grissom? Spying? Popsterous, ludicrous, this was Grissom we're talking about.' She thought.

She turned away but looked at the door from the corner of her eye. She saw the head looking in the window. It was Grissom. At first she was surprised at her supervisor but shrugged it off. She formed a plan. Something that would not only show Grissom that she's moved on and finally found true love, but to show Greg that everything she felt for him was sincere.

"Don't look but Grissom's by the window. I say we play a little...game." She whispered softly in Greg's ear.

Greg shivered slightly. He looked at her curiously and saw a devious glimmer in her eyes. But underneath there was another, filled with want, need...love. He nodded. "I'm down."

They stared in each other's eyes. Greg's hands slid up from her waist, under her shirt and to her sides. His fingertips ran lightly across the skin, making her shiver. She giggled as he began tickling her.

"Ah...so the mighty Sara Sidle is ticklish. Hmm, I can use that to my favor." He whispered, tickling her more urgently.

They moved from a standing position to a laying position. Greg sat on her legs, bent forward, tickling her.

"Eee! Greg...no...stop..I-I'm not...ticklish!" She squealed.

Greg raised his eyebrow. "Right...and how does that statement contradict the position we're in right now?"

"Greg..." She started warningly but the threat in her voice was not heard through her laughing.

"I'll stop when you admit you're ticklish." He bargained.

"Fine! Okay...I am...t-ticklish! Now stop!"

"Thank you." He stopped tickling her but didn't remove his hands from her sides. Nor did he get off of her. Instead he sat there and stared down into her eyes. Sara's own eyes stared back up at him, her hands holding his arms.

"Sara, can I ask you something?" Greg whispered.

"Anything." Sara smiled.

"Why?"

"Why what?" She asked, the smile sliding off her face.

"Why? I get that Grissom came here to try to convince you to come back but what drove you to this, again?" Greg asked, fingering the scar on her arms.

"Because. I thought I was finally okay. That I still didn't feel anything after the hospital. But then I realized that I wasn't when he told me that he still loves me. And.." She trailed off. She pushed Greg off of her and stood, turning towards the window, knowing Grissom could probably read everything they're saying.

"And you still love him?" Greg whispered hurtfully. He still sat on the floor, in the same position in fell into when Sara pushed him. He head was down though. Greg could feel the beginning of tears starting to form but refused to cry. He wouldn't.

Sara itched to fall to her knees and comfort him but held back. "Yes. But I love you too, Greg. And at that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could have run out that door, chased after Grissom and I'd be with him forever. Or not do anything and be with you."

"And you now you are. So why-" He started. Sara cut him off.

"Like I said, I only needed to know that I'm loved. Loved by you. Otherwise I would have given up everything for nothing."

"And you are loved." Greg said.

"I know and it was just that I was lost and confused still at that point that I wasn't sure what to do. But now I'm glad I didn't do anything." Sara smiled once again and pulled Greg up off the ground.

They both moved to the couch sitting in silence. After a moment Sara got up and went to her stereo. Changing the dials to radio, she turned it on. She walked back to the couch and sat down.

'Someday' by Nina began playing instantly.

"Someday you're gonna realize

One day you'll see this though your eyes

By then I won't even be there

I'll be happy somewhere

Even if I cared

I know you don't really see my worth

You think you're the best guy on earth

Well I've got news for you

I know I'm not that strong

But it won't take long

Won't take long"

Greg stood up. "You want to dance?"

"Yes."

He pulled her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her waist and she put her hand on his shoulder, their other hands clasped tightly as they begin swaying to the music. They didn't bother keeping in time with the music. Sara laid her head down on his shoulder, his arm tightening around her waist.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips moving up towards hers. Their lips met as the song continued on.

"Someday someone's gonna love me

The way I wanted you to need me

Someday someone's gonna take your place

One day I'll forget about you

Someday someday

Right now I know you can tell

I'm down and I'm not doing well

But one day these tears they will all run dry

I won't have to cry, sweet goodbye"

When the song ended Sara sighed. She thought how perfect it was. She did love Grissom and he loved her. Then he left her and Sara found someone else. She found Greg. And he loves her and she could be happy with him. Sara grabbed Greg tighter, burying her face in his chest. She allowed Greg to lift her chin up and kiss her.

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Grissom backed away from the window, his already shattered heart managing to shatter again into even smaller shards. He walked away from the window, each step getting heavier and heavier. He threw once last glance at Sara and Greg, seeing them wrapped in each other's arms. They begin kissing. He cringed as Greg reached for Sara's tanktop, hurrying down the steps as fast as he could. He disappeared into the distance, the sky a deep black that matched the pain in his heart.

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Greg reached towards the hem of her purple tanktop, pulling it up, but was stopped by Sara pushing him away. The kiss was broken. He looked at her, confused and hurt.

"Sara-" He started, his voice breaking.

"You don't want to see me. Not with all these scars. Scars that I made myself." Her hands were crossed over her chest, as she turned away from him, shielding her body. Her eyes were full of fear and uncertainty.

Understanding dawned in Greg's eyes. "Oh, Sara. I don't care. I have scars of my own. I love you for you, not just your body. Besides have I not already seen them?"

"But-"

"No. No buts Sara." He whispered as he stepped towards her and turned her body to face his. Then he pulled her arms away, his hands sliding gently down her arms and into her own. He stepped into the space between them, her arms instinctively wrapping around his back.

She buried her face into his chest, sobbing. Everything finally caught up with her. The attempted suicide, seeing Grissom, Grissom trying to get back together with her, and Greg, oh how loving and tender he was to her.

Tears fell faster, like a raging waterfall, unable to stop. Revenge on Grissom no longer mattered in the least, in fact that thought wasn't even on her mind anymore. Revenge was, as it should be, forgotten and lost.

This entire thing had truly effected her worse than she thought. She loved Greg so much but was unable to even show him her scars, to show him how desperate she had been, how much she had been hurt, and how very stupid she had been.

"Shhh...Sara...shh. It's okay. I'm sorry." He comforted. Greg's arms tightened as her sobs finally begin to subside.

She wiped away her tears and looked up at him with a gentle smile. "I'm okay. Thanks Greggo." She pulled back and moved out of his embrace, still tense with fear.

Greg sighed. "Sara, please...just please...let me touch you and show you it's okay." Her head snapped up.

"What?" She asked, stunned.

"I love you Sara! Scars don't matter. Please-Sara-please can I touch you?" He pleaded practically on his hands and knees.

Looking at Greg, she made a split decision. She could give him a chance. Why not? He loved her and she loves him. But she couldn't bear the pain if her rejected her, either. Gazing into his eyes she found the courage to nod.

Sara pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She clenched her fist by her sides to keep her arms from moving up to block her scars from his view.

Greg stared at her, seeing all of her scars. Scars that he didn't even know were there.

"Greg, do you think I'm pretty with all these ugly scars?" The tiny, unfamiliar voice made him look up.

The question seemed almost cliched by Greg didn't mention that. He saw the fear in Sara's eyes. The fear of being rejected like she was by Grissom. She reminded him of a child craving love and attention but fearful of being tossed out into the snow like a pile of garbage.

"I think you're beautiful," And with that said Greg pulled her into his arms, his hands moved to her back and he begin to undo her bra. Then they moved to her shorts and he pulled them off. She stepped out of them and moved back, allowing him to take in her full form.

Greg held back his desire just to become savage, ripping off his own clothes and grabbing her, taking her right then and there. Normally with one of his past girlfriends he'd have had her in bed by now. But not Sara. She was way too special to take advantage of. Besides after waiting 5 years and finally get the girl of his dreams he was not going to ruin it by being to pushy and fast. And now wasn't a good time. Not while she's still in the process of mending her heart. He wanted to be slow, though, not wanting to hurt her or scare her off in anyway. He didn't want to make her become breathless and so stirred up she could barely see straight. He wanted her to see how much he cares for her, how much he loves her.

So Greg slowly walked towards her, willing her to look at him. She obliged, their eyes locking.

His eyes were a dark brown; blazing with so much desire it made Sara shiver. He once again pulled her into his arms, his hands sliding down to lock around the middle of her bare back.

To Sara's surprise instead of attacking all the newly bared skin, he again captured her lips with hers.

"I love you so much." Sara whispered against his lips. She pulled off his shirt and moved her hands to his back, feeling his own scars from the lab explosion so many years ago.

"I love you too." He said softly, leading her to the bedroom that started everything between her and Grissom.

The bedroom that made all those troubles that eventually led her to find Greg.

Greg, her lover, her shelter, friend, co-worker.

And when she fell from heaven, he caught her, her Guardian Angel.

The End

A/N: Okay...so? Did you like it? Was it good? Please review!! I want to know what you think. I will accept constructive criticism and will use it to help me get better at writing. I need the tips!! They will definitely help me with my novel. I can use your advice about word choice, flow, etc on this and just use it to help me get better while writing my story. Just PLEASE REVIEW!! Oh, and I'm starting to write Harry Potter fics. I already have one up, so if any of you like Harry Potter, Please check it out!!