okay, so, i got grounded, so this is a little bit later than i wanted. warning to all: never call your mom a bitch, kay?
anyways, all of these mistakes are mine because i don't have a beta and i, honestly, do not understand what it is.
i don't own any of these characters or anything else that is mentioned; i write for fun and only fun.
this means NO PROFIT.

anyways, anyone with any ideas, please let me know because this is my first story, and i obviously don't know
what to include and what not to. and, by the way, many major events will prolly happen but they are not going
to be in order i have no sense of time, i know.

story to read: 'Just One Look' - GSRCSILVR25.
it's another one of those stories that i read in one night.

The silence broke his heart. He didn't know why but it was hurting more than any rejection that she could have given him. She wasn't even trying to say anything; she was just staring up at him like he was some kind of an idiot. And she sat there for a while, just staring at him. She looked like she was in shock. He wondered if saying anything was a good idea; probably not, he concluded.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, she spoke to him. "You can't be serious, Gilbert Grissom! I mean, either you love someone and you don't and if you do really love me, you have a really bad way of showing it because shoving me off and denying any attempt that I had to start a relationship in anyway and I don't know!" Everything came out in one sentence; everything was one big ramble.

Now it was his time to look at her like she lost her mind and then hurt finally found his eyes. "I am serious, Sara. I wouldn't lie about this, at all," he said, slowly. He had to be careful, he knew, before he crossed the wrong line and was thrown out. "I have never been so cure about anything in my life. And I only said that I think because I didn't know if it was the right thing to say. I do love you, Sara Sidle. I swear I do."

Her head was spinning and she didn't know what to say to him; her thoughts were doing some kind of tango, not knowing what to agree to. A part of her was telling her to go for it because it was what she wanted. It was what she dreamed he'd say every time they were alone, but he never did. The other side was telling her that he was just going to hurt her and he didn't mean any of it. He was just saying it to make her stay at lab. The lab needs you, she remembered him saying. "You're just saying that because of the lab," she said, with no emotion to her voice as she fought against her inner struggle. "It's just because you don't want me to leave."

"I don't want you to leave, Sara, but that is not why I am saying this. I have waited years to say this, and it is just now coming out," he told her, letting her go when she pulled away, not across from him. Her eyes were wide and she looked ready to run, but she stayed, wanting to hear what else he had to say. He was Gil Grissom. He didn't have emotions. "I think you leaving is a catalyst." He stopped. "I mean, it should have been said a long time again, but I am not good at this."

Yeah, he wasn't, he noted as she watched him, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, looking at him. "Yeah, you should have said it a long time again," she agreed, "and then maybe I would believe you." She was making this harder. She wasn't going to give in, just to have him hurt her again. "It's too late, Grissom," she told him, looking at him as his emotionless stare filled with hurt and regret.

"God, no, Sara," he said, shaking his head as a single tear slipped from the corner of his eyes. It hurt to here her saying and, for once, he had a feeling of the rejection that she faced daily when he told her no or ignored her longing glances. "I am so sorry, Sara. I wish I had told you sooner, but I didn't know how. I didn't want to let you in, but now I do. I'm ready to tell you everything," he admitted, looking at her with eyes full of longing. "Please, tell me. Is it really too late?" he asked her.

She looked at him and the tear that fell from his eye and the change that appeared. His face held actual emotion that was based off of words, not just someone getting hurt. He was feeling emotions. He was filled with actual human emotions. The emotions of love and rejection, the two that she felt everyday.

She shook her head softly to the side. "No," she said, her voice raw. "You're not too late. I love you and I don't think that will ever change," she said, stating it like a fact. It was a fact. She couldn't help that she loved him because if she could, she would have found someone a long time ago.

Grissom smiled a sad smile and held out his arms to her, a gesture that was very unlike Grissom. Sara on the other side of him, hesitated before crawling over towards him, letting his arms snake around her, hers dropping for the place they held at her waist. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'm really sorry." He was going to keep saying it until she believed it. "And I love you. I am not saying it because I just want you to stay. I am saying it because I do."

Sara nodded softly and turned so that she was looking at him. "I'm sorry for hurting you, and I love you, too."

Grissom suddenly nodded and looked at the bathroom door. He flashed her a smile. "Let's go eat, okay? I don't want your food to get cold," he said as she nodded and they stood up.

There was too many emotions and he didn't know what to do.

He panicked.

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