Chapter 4

"I can't believe your leaving me," Sara said from the bed they shared.

"You know I have to sooner or later. I'm trying to make this as painless as possible," he said having a difficult time at getting his tie to fit.

"Here let me help," Sara said getting off the bed and swaying her hips up towards him in only his shirt, which really only came down to cover half her ass. Grissom couldn't keep his eyes off her. She took the tie out of his hands, and pulled it over his neck. She let it go through the loop and fixed it for him.

"You just needed a woman's touch," she said kissing him on the lips softly. Grissom was dazed from the kiss even though it was quicker than most of their kisses.

"You know if I didn't have to go lecture at the college, I would have my way with you right now," he said with dark lust in his eyes.

"I know," she sadly that he had to leave.

"You don't have to stay here all cooped up. Call one of the guys and eat at the diner or get Catherine and going shopping," he said putting his last attire on, which was his black jacket.

"Are you trying to get rid of me," she said trying to put her best pouting face on.

"Never, like I told you. I wouldn't leave if I didn't have to," he said looking at himself in the mirror.

"I love you, but remember don't try to memorize any students like you did me," she said putting her arms around him. He kissed the top of her head.

"You're my one and only, and I really don't know what I did to deserve someone like you," he hugging her back.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. I have to go," he said kissing her once more before he left he patted Hank on the head and gave his lover a longing glance.

After he left, she plopped herself back on the bed with Hank following her pursuit. He laid himself at the bottom of the bed and groaned.

"I know me too Hank," she said patting his head. Sara wasn't sure yet on having visits with the team. She wasn't even sure about the move back to Vegas. It was Gil's idea, and she agreed.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

She still had ghosts. Vegas was the city of death nothing changed that even the passing of time. Death was still lingering behind the corner. She almost died herself.

Sara left Vegas because of her ghosts. Gil needed her here with him. His heart was all ready broken from her leave. His heart broke into smaller pieces when Warrick died. She left as quickly as she came. She still needed to find answers. Her mother was the one that had her answers. They both faded apart after her father's death. She was only sixteen when he died. She had come home to find the person that only loved her standing over his dead body. She was put into her mother's care after her father was brutally murdered with a knife. Her mother kept a big distance between her and her children. She was never loved by either parent, even though she tried to be the perfect child for them.

Sara never told Gil about anything she found out. She told him her mother murdered her father because it was easier to say then who really pulled the knife. Gil had found her case file and confronted her when it didn't match up. She shot back at him and told him it was none of his business. The subject was instantly dropped.