NB this chapter was originally 2 chapters, but both were too short so clumped them together, hence the disjointed feeling in the middle

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Sara was still giggling as he led her inside. What she saw inside didn't surprise her, it was just an extension of Grissom, everything about ti seemed to suit him perfectly, and she felt oddly enough at home in it as well. She sat down on a chair which Grissom had steered her towards as he went to go dig out some 'blankets' from the cupboard. Hearing him still muttering Sar burst into another set of silent giggles. He came back in and dumped what he had grabbed onto the couch back as he went into the kitchen to grab them both a drink.

"What do you want to drink?" he shouted through.

Sara managed to control her giggling enough to stand up and follow him into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe she asked "What've you got?"

He rambled off a list of the usual stuff. "A beer sounds good" she replied and as he started to protest she cut in swiftly "Griss, I don't have a concussion and I'm not in shock, you did offer beer and as a host you shouldn't retract an offer." Grissom huffed jokily and opened the fridge, grabbing out two beers he nudged her in the direction of the living room as he headed there as well.

They both sat on the sofa next to each other and sipping from their beers. Both just happy for the moment to be so close to each other and so not feeling the need to speak. Eventually Grissom did actually speak.

"Sara, "he whispered softly, afraid that what he said would upset Sara and that it would also destroy the closeness which had grown between them. "Are you sure you're OK?"

"Grissom I told you I'm fine." She whispered back equally softly.

"You really did worry me back there you know? Especially seen as I had only just realised how much I needed you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Grissom suddenly smiled slightly, "Hey you know what I've just realised? I'm the one who left you alone and the one who should be apologising but you're apologising for hurting me. It was my fault in the first place." His smile fell as he turned his face to look at Sara. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have left you there, and I should have done something instead of just watching."

Sara thought for a moment before grabbing Grissom's beer and placing it with hers down on the table. She then sat back down facing him and took both his hands in hers and looked him directly in the face.

"Grissom. This is not your fault. He would've come in either way, at least this way he didn't hurt either of us, whereas if we were both there he probably would have hurt us. It is not your fault. It never will be. And I don't want you to feel like it is."

They both stared at each other, Sara in concern over Grissom and Grissom letting Sara's words sink in.

What he did next surprised them both, he kept hold of her hands and leant forward and kissed her. First gently and then more confidently as he felt her shock disappear.

Sara pushed him down onto the sofa as the kiss continued to deepen, she started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Suddenly he pulled away.

"Stop, Sara stop." He whispered breathlessly, but he didn't pull away. But carried on speaking regretfully.

"Sara, we can't do this. It's not fair ... on you."

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"Griss, how is it not fair on me? I've wanted this from the moment I met you. How is it not fair to me?"

"Sara, I don't want to harm your career. And also I'm too old for you. I wouldn't be here for long enough, and I couldn't leave you alone for that long. I love you too much to hurt you that way."

"Grissom, you are just as healthy if not healthier than me. There's not that big an age gap between us. And if work is a problem ... I'll ask to change to the day-shift. Griss ... Gil, I love you too. And this is the only way that you won't hurt me, at least let us be together first before have to not be together."

"Sara, I'm your supervisor. Having said that, I already failed that test when I first fell for you at that conference."

Sara stared at him, he had liked her for that long, but he hadn't done anything, just because of the age gap and because he was scared of hurting her.

She opened her mouth to ask him about it, but stilled when he reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear, he then captured her mouth with his, and all questions were forgotten.

Sara after a moment returned to fumbling with his buttons on his shirt. As Grissom began also undoing her shirt buttons, as she moved to pull his shirt off and to pull hers off she wobbled. Grissom reached out to try and steady her but only unbalanced himself as both fell off the couch.

Standing up he picked up Sara and resumed kissing her as he carried her to the bedroom, both of them losing clothing on the way.

They spent hours together, taking their time, exploring every inch of the others body, finding where was sensitive on the other and just rejoicing in how close they had become before pulling the covers over them and falling asleep next to each other.

Sara awoke only a few hours later to find Grissom watching her and stroking her arm.

They made slow lazy love before falling asleep again, this time spoon-fashion in each others arms, both smiling in their sleep.