BTW only just realised my mistake, the end f nesting dolls is now happening in the middle of committed, because I messed up the timeline but I want that section in the story still, now I just have to hope that it still works. The story line has also been tweaked and the two episodes have kind of merged. Hope it makes sense still.

Sara walked into her apartment and just flopped, the energy of keeping all her emotions bottled up at work that day had exhausted her. She had even forgotten to ask Catherine i it had been the clinic who called and what they had said and what she had said. She groaned as she heard a knock on the door, she didn't have the energy for this. She tried to shout 'Coming' but it ended up as a murmur that she would be surprised if they heard.

She walked over to the door and undid the lock and opened it. What she saw there shocked her. It was Grissom, and he was looking annoyed. She stepped back to let him in, but he just stood there, watching her. Eventually the silence grew tense.

"Can I come in?" Sara stood there for a moment shocked before answering, he was still waiting for an invitation, he didn't want to push it with her. Her heart melted as she saw the nervous look on his face and saw his confusion at her confusion at his question.

"Yeah, sure." She whispered breathlessly, whether from confusion or tiredness Grissom didn't know and couldn't work out.

She gestured for him to sit down as she grabbed them both a beer out of the fridge, she handed one to him and sat on the chair opposite his seat on the sofa. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he looked up at her and saw her exhaustion, he decided that he couldn't ask her that not now. He knew that he needed to ask why she had grown so angry and resigned at work today. She had hardly spoken at the crime scene if it wasn't necessary, and as soon as they had got back she had clocked out and headed home, without even saying goodbye to Catherine.

He sighed and closed his mouth again. Sara carried on watching him, "Listen Grissom, I'm sorry about today, I wasn't prepared for it and I took my stress out on everyone else. I'll be sorted by tomorrow."

"Sara, I need to know. I need to know why you were so angry." The words escaped him before he could control them, he didn't need to know as a supervisor and as a friend he respected her right to privacy, but he still wanted to know. In the time since she had asked him out, the amount of things he wanted to know about her had only increased three-fold. He didn't need to know, but he wanted to know, he wanted to help, he wanted to help get her through whatever the problem was.

Her reply however caught him off guard, she answered his question with another question. All her passion and frustration going into the question so that it was raw with emotion. "What do you want from me?"

Grissom's mind reeled, he knew that this was the wrong time, but his mind was buzzing with possibilities of what he wanted from her. He wanted to hold her, to love her, to have her love him, to grow old with her, to make her his wife, to show the world how much he loved her, to have children with her, to go up to her and kiss her and then take her in his arms as he comforted her. He tried to push all these thoughts out of his mind. And simply replied with the reason he had come there.

"I want to know why you're so angry."

Sara sighed and slumped down in her chair. She looked at him and muttered something under her breath, before to starting to explain about her childhood and her parents.

Grissom's heart was overcome with pity and sorrow and love for the fragile creature in front of him. He listened as she unburdened herself. He listened as she explained about how her father abused her father, how her mother had been sent to a place like the one they had been in today for a while. How they had both smelled like lies. His heart almost broke as he spotted the first tear running down her face.

He resisted the temptation to hold her close as she cried, and to wipe away the tear with his finger. Instead needing to comfort her in someway he reached out his hand and took hold of hers which la on her knee while her other hand tried to cover up her face. He heard her draw in a sharp breath as he took hold of her hand. She then took hold of his fingers finding comfort and support in them.

He stroked her hand with his and just silently held her hand as she cried. Eventually she fell asleep from exhaustion, still clutching his hand. He watched as she slept, her face was still pink with pale streaks down in from crying. But he barely noticed to Grissom she still looked perfect. He stayed there holding her hand as she slept peacefully, drinking in her face and every feature from his position opposite her. He leaned down and turned her hand over. He lightly brushed his lips to the palm of her hand before taking hold of her hand again.

When he looked back up at her, her eyes were open and she was staring at him and then her hand and then back to him again.

She leaned further forward against her legs. Grissom watched carefully, he didn't know if it was too soon to kiss her and so hesitated. She saw the hesitation and began to pull back.

She stopped when she saw Grissom, now crouching on the floor in front of her, still holding her hand with one of his, while his other reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

He tilted his face upwards as she tilted her face downwards.

They both stopped about a centimetre away from each other, both sets of breathing had speeded up, and both were taking every inch of the others face into their minds, to remember. Their eyes connected.

Neither knew who made that final movement, closing that final centimetre between themselves, or if they both did. But suddenly their lips were touching, and the touch was electric. Grissom gently pried her lips open with his tongue and stroked the inside of her mouth while she did the same to him, their tongues dancing around each other lightly.

Her spare hand found its way to the back of Grissoms neck where it began toying with the curls at the base of his neck. His spare hand had found its way her waist, her it rested lightly, his thumb stroking the skin there. Eventually the need for air overcame the need for each other.

Both pulled back but only slightly and leant so that their foreheads were touching.

Eventually Grissom pulled back still slightly breathless. "Good morning Sara. I'll see you at work tonight. I'll let you get some sleep, you look exhausted. I'll ... see you later" He said lightly, brushing the skin underneath her eyes lightly with his thumb, while the rest of his hand cupped her cheek.

He leant down and kissed her tenderly before standing up, grabbing his jacket, and walking slowly to the door and heading outside.

Sara sat there not moving, her fingers lightly came up and touched her cheek her his hand had been, and then moved to her still-tingling lips.

He was right she needed to sleep, and she knew that her dreams would be pleasant and that she was not going to let him get away.