Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: I've been hiding out in my room for the past four hours because my mom is sick and I don't feel like catching it because I have stuff to do the next few days. So because of that I've been writing this chapter for about three hours and I had a bunch of ideas in mind for this song and I wrote them all out but I wasn't happy with any of them. I think I'm finally satisfied with this chapter. This one is actually the first idea I had and it's longer than I anticipated... Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I did see a slight drop in responses but I was kind of expecting that. I hope this chapter is better!
Enjoy!
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Dear John
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed the rules everyday
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Sara was stretched out on her bed beneath the covers, staring up at the ceiling. She'd gone to bed over two hours ago with no luck falling asleep. Her mind was racing over Nick's kidnapping even though they had rescued him three days prior. She couldn't help but think about what a wreck she would've been if it had been her in that glass coffin or if it had been Grissom and they had needed to monitor the video feed. These same thoughts had kept her up since the nightmare that had woken her right after they'd found Nick. Looking for something to occupy her mind, she counted dots on the ceiling to keep from entertaining the thought that it wasn't Nick's near death experience that was bothering her, it was Grissom's.
She lost count of the dots at five hundred fifty nine because of a knock on her apartment door. Looking at the clock, she decided it was more important to make a useless attempt at sleep then to answer the door to someone she more than likely didn't want to speak to anyway. When another, louder, knock reached her ears Sara decided that if she didn't deal with this now the pounding would keep her awake anyway. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled herself out of bed and to the front door. Glancing through the peephole she saw Grissom, who looked very out of place on her doorstep.
He knew she was home, had seen her car in the parking lot, and he wasn't going to waste this burst of newfound courage. He knocked again. Hearing movement from the other side of the door, he took a step back and gathered his thoughts. The door opened.
"Grissom? What are you doing here?" Sara asked, her brow twisted in confusion. She had opened the door in a tank top and striped pajama pants but Grissom did not seem too concerned that he had woken her. He skipped the pleasantries and jumped head first into his short, rehearsed speech.
"After we found Nick, I realized that life can be cut short too easily and that I wouldn't want to go without knowing whether or not there ever could've been an "us"… If I'm not too late then," he said, making reference to a conversation they had had three years ago.
"You never would've been too late," she said softly, surprising him slightly by her admission. Suddenly his hand was cupping her face and before she had realized what she was doing she'd leaned into his touch and now their lips were only a few short centimeters apart. Sara put a hand to his chest to stop him from leaning in further, but she did not pull away.
"This better not be one of your twisted games where tomorrow you'll act like nothing happened," Sara said. Taken aback by her mild accusation, he paused a moment before speaking.
"No, I wouldn't do that," he said, but she raised an eyebrow as if to contradict his statement with the numerous times he had done exactly that in the past.
"This isn't something you can easily back out of," Sara warned, but she had already warmed up to the idea of seeing how far this would go before he would inevitably retreat.
"I don't plan to," he stated matter-of-factly. And then he kissed her.
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A/N: Please review! I can't wait to hear what you thought about this one :)