Thanks for all the title suggestions, they are all really good. Still trying to decided which to choose.
Another 3 days had passed and Grissom was growing more and more concerned about Sara. She was distracted more often than he was use to, she was even becoming distracted when they were out in the field, which never normally happened, not to Sara. He could tell she was still not sleeping properly. He just didn't know why. He wanted to. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to know about her childhood, whether she wore braces, what she had wanted for Christmas, why she had become a CSI. He wanted to meet her family, see all the pictures from her childhood, hear all the embarrassing stories.
What shocked him the most however was that he wanted her to know these things about him. He had always been private, ever since his dad had died. He had seen how silent his beloved bugs and insects were and had spent more and more time locked up in his room with them, while he and his mother went there separate ways in dealing with the tragedy. He never revealed more than he had to about his personal life, or lack of it he thought wryly. The few times he had it had only been to people like Catherine or Brass whom he was close to. Yet he still wanted Sara to know everything, his first memory, his best memory, his worst memory, when he had got glasses, when he had bought his first racing roach, his favourite subjects at school. He wanted to wake up next to her, pull her over to him and just lay there, her in his arms, him stroking her hair. To be able to tell her anything and everything. Most of all though he wanted to be there for her and make his happiest memories with her at his side.
His turned his mind away from these futile thoughts, unless he did something, and soon, he would lose the possibility of these forever. Instead he tried to focus on the case again. Greg and Hodges had found nothing from what Sara had extracted from the fibre, he had found nothing on the clothes. Brass was chasing the statement, Grissom and Sara were both still processing the car. He looked up from the gap between the back seats, to see Sara in the front of the car, extracting a scrap of cloth from under the drivers seat. He watched her as she reached back under the seat, lost in his own thoughts again. He could still tell however that Sara also wasn't entirely focused and that part of her mind was elsewhere.
A metallic clunk brought them both back to the present, Sara who had been pulling out another strip of cloth saw a knife fall from the cloth which it had been wrapped up in. The knife itself was clean, but the cloth around it was covered in blood. Grissom lent forward between the seats in order to see the knife clearer while Sara put the knife on top of an evidence bag which she had laid on the seat as she had already processed it. She carefully laid the knife down there as she turned round to pick up the camera. After she had taken the photo and turned around to pick it up again both noticed how close they were to the other. Sara could feel th heat radiating from Grissoms cheek as he looked down at the knife next to her. Grissom could see the vein in Sara's neck showing her pulse. He swallowed as he felt his own pulse rise and saw hers do the same. He turned to look at her. Sara stayed staring down at the seat.
Both knew how close they now were and how little effort it would take for Grissom to lean forward a little more and Sara turn her face so that they could kiss. Both sat frozen, neither wanting to move further away from the other, but both reluctant to make the next move. Sara turned her face towards him slowly, Grissom moved forward slowly as well, he was only about a centimetre away from her face. He could feel her breath tickling his cheek. He continued moving forwards, as soon as there lips made contact, Sara jumped up quickly, bashing her head on the ceiling of the car, swearing under her breath at the pain she grabbed the bag and the knife in her gloved hand and ran out of the room. Once outside she quickly bagged the knife and the cloth, she dropped the knife of with Hodges, the cloth of with Greg, saying a word to neither before running into the bathroom, where she broke down into sobs.
'You stupid fool' she scolded herself, ' He was finally taking the first step.' She had lost count of the times she had dreamed of him kissing her or longed for it when they were working closely on a case together, and then when he did she jumped up, bashed her head, and ran away without speaking to him. ' He wasn't interested in me anyway, he was just been a man. He saw an opportunity and he took it. No, I made the right decision. He would only have made me fall for him even more and then leave me hurt.' She told herself this over and over again, trying to persuade herself to believe it. But deep-down she knew Grissom was different, she knew that he wouldn't just take any opportunity presented to him. She had had first-hand evidence of that countless times. She knew that he had tried to talk to her about her suggestion that they go out a few times.
Getting up from her position on the floor she went to the sink and splashed some cold water onto her face. She had managed to stop crying and her breathing was beginning to return to normal. She breathed in and stared at herself in the mirror, until she heard the door open slowly. Her breath caught in her throat 'Is it Grissom? Has he come to try and talk to me again? He wouldn't come into the womens bathroom though, would he?' She relaxed slightly when she heard heels approaching.
She watched in the mirror and let out the breath she had been holding when she saw Catherine approach. She had become closer to this older CSI over the last few months, and now knew that she knew how she felt about Grissom and that he could trust her. Catherine reached her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and asked her in a soft voice "Grissom's worried about you. What's up? What happened?"
Sara before she knew where she was had collapsed into Catherine's arms and was holding onto her for support as she began crying again, letting everything out. She was vaguely aware of Catherine sitting her down on the floor and then sitting her down next to her an pulling her back into a hug as Sara continued to cry her heart out into her shoulder.