Thanks For The Memories

"The bastard was right under our noses!"

"No."

Sara couldn't help it. She watched as Wendy and Archie turned to her, surprised.

"It can't be."

The tears were on the verge of streaming down her cheeks as she kept looking at the figure on the screen. The man she had made love to over and over again and all she could think about was the people he had killed. Her legs were trembling and the hand that covered her mouth was latched to her face, as if to keep anything she was going to say to herself. She looked away from the screen, and the man she once loved, and started running down the hall way.

She opened her locker and grabbed her keys to her apartment. After moving in with Grissom they both agreed to keep it just in case it didn't work out. The thought never was popular with Sara but at the moment she was very thankful for it, that and the fact Grissom didn't have another key. She'd cry a little, maybe throw something, grab what she needed and sleep at a hotel or perhaps Catherine's. Either way she had to blow of some steam on her own before any one on the team figured out that Grissom was who he was.

She was glad that he still here, at the lab.

She slowed to a stop and parked. The apartment would be dark and hot but to Sara that was the least of her problems. Rent wouldn't be half as bad with her heating and cooling system on and the last she checked everything had been unplugged and turned off.

Locking her car, she made her way to her apartment and didn't bother turning on any lights until she was in the bedroom. She sat on the bed and tried to compose herself. She didn't feel the dire need to cry, like she did when she was much younger, but after looking at her dresser, past the small collection of dust, she recognized a photo of Grissom and her when they were in San Francisco. It was then she found herself bawling.

"No way."

"It's not possible."

"No way."

"Grissom can't be a killer. He's Grissom for fuck's sake!"

"Well, he certainly could pull it off."

"No way."

"Nick, unless you have something else to say, stop with the 'no ways' and come up with something useful!"

"Sorry, but... no way! This is Grissom! There has to be a mistake."

Archie shook his head as Nick, Warrick, and Catherine stood, arguing the fact that Grissom was the Miniature Killer. Greg appeared at the doorway.

"Hey has anyone seen..."

They all turned to him only to see his eyes widened and the file in his hand fall to the floor. Making no effort to pick it up, Wendy did it for him and put it on the desk next to Archie.

"Greg."

Greg looked at Catherine and then at the screen.

"I can't believe it. Grissom's the killer?" Doubt was present in his eyes but Warrick shook his head grimly.

"He is." It was all he could say before cracking. Greg nodded quietly before remembering why he came in here in the first place.

"Has anyone seen Sara or told her?" He asked. Catherine shook her head. And then looked frightened.

"Oh no! Sara!"

Nick looked at her before registering why this was such a bad thing.

"Shit."

Soon after she was done with her crying, a little but of a cussing session as well, she grabbed her essentials. A few articles of clothing, some left over shampoo, her favorite book, and two pairs of shoes. She didn't have much but she also didn't leave a lot here and she would have to do with what she had, but she'd have to stop somewhere for a toothbrush and toothpaste. Stuffing these few things and a few hair ties in a duffel bag she felt as if she was forgetting something.

Putting down the bag she headed back to her room and grabbed the picture of her and Grissom. Taking in the good memories for a second, she chucked the picture at the wall and watched as the frame shattered into what seemed a million pieces when in reality it was only about twenty-six. She smiled as she crossed off 'throwing something' on her to-do list at the apartment.

Sara turned out the light and was momentarily blind in the dark, feeling her way around for her bag. Once finding it she headed in the direction the front door was and felt for the knob but instead of a knob her hands greeted a large, breathing mass. Her breath was caught in her throat as she stepped away from the door and the rods in her eyes allowed her to see Gil Grissom, and his infamous smile.

Just when she thought all of her tears were gone, she felt them forming in her eyes. She kept backing away from him as he finally started to advance upon her.

"Why?" She asked as he took a step towards her. Sara was becoming very light headed as she felt his hot breath on her face.

"Because I need to." He grabbed her and pulled her close. She felt her heart break in her chest. The tears streaming freely down her face.

"And I need you."

And at that moment Sara's legs were trembling as her knees buckled underneath her.