He sat there as she moved around the kitchen, watching her. He saw her wipe her eyes a few times, but he didn't say anything. He was hurting her even though he had just stated that wasn't what he wanted anymore. He just didn't know how to give people everything. Okay, so, maybe that was only part of it all; the other was that he was old.

Even if she didn't want to see it, he was an old man, meaning that he couldn't give her everything that she needed, or wanted for that matter. All those years ago, before she came to Vegas, it was a little easier. Sure, he was older than her like he would always be, but he was still younger than he was now. He had the stamina and everything else needed for…what it could lead to. Did he want it? Yeah. Did he think he could do it? Yeah. Did he think he could do it so that she liked it? No, he didn't and that made for the problems. He wished that it wasn't so hard.

She came back out the kitchen, the evidence that she had been crying all over her face. Shit, he thought. He didn't want to make her cry. He just wanted to make her happy with him. He gave her a small smile but received nothing back as she reached for his plate to bring it to the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a hold of her hand, moving and standing so that she was looking at him. Nothing. Besides the evidence that she had been crying, her face was empty; it was a closed book with nothing for him to read.

"Sara," he whispered, his voice coming out slightly strangled. "I sorry, I really am," he told her gently. "I just… I am so old," he said, sputtering out the last word like it was the worse world in the world and, to him, he was. His age, next to his job, was the most important factor into why he had never went after her; why he had never told her anything before this. "I don't want you to be disappointed if it isn't-" A finger at his lips stopped him and he looked at her.

"God, Grissom," Sara muttered shaking her head at him. "How stupid could you be?" she asked him, looking at him in an annoyed state but also one that looked slightly amused. "For one, you are not old by any means," she stated, pressing her finger hard against his lips as he began to object. "Let me talk, Griss. You're not old, okay? And I am expecting the world from you or asking you to be perfect; I am just asking you to love me in everyway possible. Is it is so hard? So hard to love me?" she asked him, blinking her eyes once and then twice..

After she was quiet for a moment or two, he took that as her being done and began to speak again. "I am sorry, Sara; it is just old insecurities, that's all," he muttered, holding her hand now against his lips. "You're not hard at all, Sara. If anything, you are way to easy to love; you have everyone falling at your feet and yet you want to pick me," he said, shaking his head with a slightly strangled laugh. "I do love you more than anything else."

"Then, please. Gil, show me," Sara said, pressing herself closer and closing the gap in between the two of them. "Please just let us try," she whispered, looking up at him. They didn't need to wait anymore. They had years of flirting and foreplay. They had the feelings and now it was just the physical part that they needed. Yes, she was happy with just him loving her, but she wanted more; she wanted more than this.

He hesitated before clasping his hands gently on her cheeks and lifting her head up, pressing his lips gently against hers. It wasn't the kiss that she expected, seeing that it was more like a ten year olds exchange of kisses, but it was magical all the same.

It made Sara's head spin and she wound her arms up around his neck, pressing her body close to his, her tongue against his lips begging for entry. He was slightly hesitant, but he wanted it as well. He could protest all that he wanted and try and get out of it, but he wanted it just the same. He wanted to kiss her and touch her and make love to her ever since he left that night, but he knew he ruined it then….

His eyes blinked open and Grissom could feel a naked Sara beside him. Shit, he thought on impulse as Sara Sidle, his student, lay on his arms, all of her clothes off. What had he done? He was a good ten years, at least, older than her and yet he slept with her. This is a mistake, he thought, he knew it was anything but.

He wanted what happened the night before more than anything. When she turned around, pressing her lips against his, begging for him to sleep with her. Even if just once, she told him before assaulting his neckline with tender kisses. He debated pulling his 'sex without love is sad' speech, but he couldn't. He didn't know what she felt but he loved her the day that he met her; the day that she started firing questions at him was the best day of his life.

So, he gave in. When he woke up, he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to frighten her by telling her that he loved her, so it was okay. He had no idea…

Lost in thought, he barely felt Sara move in his arms, blinking her eyes open, a smile spreading on to her face. "Morning," she said, grateful that he hadn't left when she was sleeping. Anyone else would have left and she wouldn't have cared, but he was different. She loved him, she thought, but she wasn't sure. She didn't know what love was. The love she had endured was her dad beating her and then her mother yelling and screaming. That wasn't our typical family love; and family love was all that she really knew.

"Morning, Sara," he said, fighting to keep his tone even and not too welcoming. He couldn't stay here. He needed to go home. "About last night," he said before they could have a repeat or he said something that could hurt him in the end. He sat up and looked at her, no real emotion there anymore. "I never should have crossed that line, Sara, and I am sorry." She looked hurt and went to speak but he stopped her. "It won't happen again, I promise you that; I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow, anyways. It was a mistake."

Sara blinked her eyes and looked at him before letting her face settle into her hard, guarded demeanor once again. "Yeah, a mistake," she said, quickly getting up. "I am going to shower. You can leave whenever; you have my email and telephone number incase you ever need again," she said before disappearing into the bathroom. She made sure to wait until he was gone to start crying. He thought that it was mistake, meaning that she was going to act like it was to her, too.

But everything that happened just made her fall in love with him more. And when he left and she still called and talked, he fell in love more than possible.

But now she was here and she wanted to try everything again. I will not call this one a mistake, he thought as he allowed her entry, tasting her now. She was a lot better than he remembered and now everything that he tried to push out of his mind was back. He remembered the feel of her skin beneath his finger tips and the connection that he felt. He remembered the kisses and everything that he wanted more than anything but fought hard to get out of his mind. He could have all that now. He was ready.

A/N: I am soooo sorry that these are coming in late. I am on vacation with my family and we keep staying at my moms ex-fiancées house. (I think there is something going on with them, again. XDD ) But yeah. He is like a rich ass and in the middle of no where and the only internet that you can get is with his card thingy and he won't let me use it. D:

This is going to be prolly the last chapter before the last and then I might do an epilogue. You want it longer than that? Give me ideas and tell me that you want it longer. If not, we will let it close and I will begin the other story that seems like fun. (:

As for the co-writing, I want you all to PM me, not post here. Yes, I review the reviews, but sending me a PM is a better way for me to keep track of it. Also, I am going to ask what you have some kind if instant messenger. Yes, I know there is email, but I never check it unless I am checking for story reviews, so I would never get to plan anything with you. Also, a story that we write would have to be rated at least T.

LAST THING, I PROMISE! If you role play CSI, send me something. I spent days looking for a role play and I failed at it. No one role plays it, and yet everyone seems to write it. If you don't know what role playing is, send me a message and I will try and teach you. (:

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