Shift ended. After that case I went straight to the shower to get the smell of the asylum off of me. It smelled so much like the night that my mother killed my father. The smell wouldn't come off; it smelled like he was right here with me.

It was at the asylum when it happened. Adam Trent wouldn't let go of me. I lost the syringe during the fight. He went straight for my neck with a sharp stone. The door was locked, no way out. I was helpless and then I saw his face.

Grissom.

He was putting all his effort in getting in the room to save me. His face had desperation in it like he was about loose the most precious thing in the world to him. I pushed it aside. He didn't want me.

I turned on the water that it was almost burning. I started to scrub my body to get the smell off from Adam Tent and from that place. There were some red areas on my body; I put a robe on and sat in the bathroom because I couldn't move. My mother went to an asylum when she killed my father. I never heard from her again.

The bathroom was full of steam from the shower.

I pulled the robe tighter to my fragile body.

I heard a knock on the front door. It was getting louder. It was Grissom. He was shouting for me to let him in. I hadn't even gotten up, and he was already at my bathroom door. He must have found a way in.

"Sara….," he whispered and quickly ran to me and kneeled down to see if I was ok.

"I couldn't get the smell off from him from that place. I needed to get it off…" I said crying.

He saw the red blotches on my body. My skin felt like it was on fire.

He gently touched my bruise on my neck. I flinched.

His eyes told me everything. He almost thought he lost me. He was hurting as much as I was. He held me in his arms.

"You're safe here your far away from him. It's only me. It's just me," he told me.

"Let's get you out of here," he said softly and gently pulled me to my feet.

We went to my bedroom. He pulled down the covers for me and motioned for me to lie down.

I went to lie on the bed. I was on my back and sat myself up on the headboard. I was watching his face for any emotion.

"Do you want me to get you anything, food? I'll get it for you while you stay here. I didn't remember seeing you eat anything all day. I'll fix you something. Try to relax," he said quickly without letting me answer.

He was back in a few minutes with food. He sat on the edge of my bed while I was eating. He was staring at me.

He moved closer to me. He gently laid his fingers on my shoulder were my robe had ridden down. He saw the red blotch and gently caressed it with his hand. We didn't say anything. We didn't need to.

He broke the silence.

"Sara, I feel guilty," he confessed

"Why?" I said confused.

"I didn't protect you from him. I let him get to you. I let him hurt you," he whispered and moved his hand to my neck.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I feel responsible. I shouldn't have left you by yourself" he said with a sigh.

I got off the bed and stood up in front of him. He still sat on the bed and wouldn't look at me.

"Grissom, you have no reason to feel guilty or put this off as your fault. Blame him not you," I said gulping back the tears.

He finally looked up and spoke. His eyes were glistening with a tear coming own his checks.

"I could have lost you today without telling you how I feel. If he took your life… I would have never been able to live with myself."

He had gotten off the bed and was facing me, wiping my tears away.

"I want you to know something. I'm not going to run any more...I'm not going to pull away from you…I know I've hurt you .. so many times before….and I'm sorry. I'll never do that again. I love you Sara. I think I even loved you since the first day I met you. I don't think I even deserve another chance, but if you let me have one I'll take it and won't mess this up."

He was telling me what he really felt, what I wanted to hear.

"Grissom, I…." I couldn't get any words to come out. It's what I always wanted, right?

"Sara, call me Gil please. I promise you I will change, please. I love you," he choked out.

I brought my hand to his cheek and gently caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes.

"I love you but…. I want us not to move to fast with this. I don't want you to leave like you did after we kissed."

"I won't. I'll never leave you."

The moment was perfect nothing could mess this up, and I yawned. Great!

He was startled a little.

"Sorry," I said laughing.

He smiled.

"You need to rest." he said pulling me to the bed and tucking me. He kissed me softly on lips.

"I'll be on the couch. I'll be here when you wake up."

I grabbed his hand.

"Sleep with me. Just stay. I don't want to be alone tonight," I told him scared that he would reject me.

He let go of my hand.

He backed away from the bed even though it was dark I could tell he was taking off his shirt and pants. He left his boxers on. I always wondered what he preferred briefs or boxers?

He was built for a guy being in his fifties. I remembered he did carry me to my bed.

He got in the bed beside me. I made the first move and scooted up close to him so skin was touching skin. He instinctively drew me up closer to him.

"I love you Sara Sidle," he said before I drifted off to sleep.

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Ok well Grissom finally admitted his feelings. I gave everyone their GSR moment. lol. I know you guys think from now on it'll be a happy ending, but I'm going to have to ruin it with angst. lol Thank you for everyone who has read my story and please review! I hope to update soon.