A/N: So... I didn't want to go to sleep, and this came into my head.

Hidden Emotions

Chapter eleven

Grissom stood at the Chinese restaurant doors waiting for his date, they had been friends for over a year, since meeting her at his lecture he had always thought she was attractive, he wasn't sure if he wanted to have a serious relationship with her yet. Grissom thought about how different she was from Sara. This woman, Sheila, was an average height, red-headed, extremely skinny, and a very loud, woman, Sara, on the other hand, was tall, brunette, not to skinny, yet not fat either, and quite quiet, unless she was arguing. Everything about Sara attracted him to her, but, Sheila, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about her, she and Sara were complete opposites, and he knew that if Sara was ever to meet her, she would hate her immediately.

Just then Sheila pulled up in her flashy car, he smiled when he saw her. She was wearing a short, black dress, with a small, waist length, black leather jacket, her hair in a bun, and stilettos, of course, she had a lot of jewelery on.

"Sheila, you look as beautiful as ever" He said when she walked over to him. "Not as beautiful as Sara"

"Gil, not too bad yourself"

She linked her arm into his and they walked unto the posh restaurant, being a gentleman, he took her small leather jacket off her and put it on the back of her seat, before pulling it out for her.

"Thankyou"

A young waiter came over to their table, "Hello, sir, madam, welcome to our restaurant tonight, I'm Paul, your waiter, here are your menu's" He handed them both a large leather covered book, with about five pages inside, "May I take your drink orders?"

"Thankyou, I'll have champagne please" Sheila told the young man.

"Okay, and you, sir?" He said, scribbling down her order.

"I'll have the same please"

"Okay, I'll be right back with those"

"So," Sheila started once Paul had left, "I heard about one of your CSI's being shot"

"Yes, Holly, I knew she wouldn't be right for the job, still, it was horrible to see her die like that, she hadn't even finished her first shift. Warrick Brown, the person who was supposed to be shadowing her, he left the scene, thought there was an officer there, she was only taking prints when the suspect returned to the scene and shot her"

"Las Vegas, not a safe place to live" Sheila sighed.

Grissom nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you do now, Sheila?" Grissom leaned across the table slightly.

"Oh, I'm a police officer, I'm surprised I haven't ran into you at a scene yet"

Grissom smiled. "How long--" He was interrupted by the waiter with their drinks.

"Here are your drinks, are you ready to order yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I'll have the sweet and sour pork please" Grissom said, handing his menu to the waitor.

"And... I'll have... the same, thanks" She said, quickly scanning the menu, not finding anything that she felt like having she ordered the same as Grissom. "So, you were saying" She said , once Paul had scribbled down their orders and hurried off

"How long have you been a police officer?"

"Oh, not that long, about ten months now"

Their friendly conversation carried on for two long hours, when the time came to go home Sheila stopped him at his car.

"Gil" She said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"Its just... Well... I really enjoyed tonight, and... Well, I'd love to do it again sometime, you know, see where things go"

Grissom had hoped that she wouldn't say that. He didn't want to do it again, he had enjoyed it, but it hadn't felt right. He sighed, "I don't think that would be a good idea, Sheila"

"Why?" She shot back at him.

"I don't.... I don't feel the same way about you, as you do for me"

She inspected his face, she was a good reader of people. "There's someone else"

"Not... Exactly"

"But... You want there to be someone else" She said slowly.

He sighed. "Her name's Sara, she's just started working for me, I'm her supervisor, she's my subordinate. I first met her at my lecture in San Fransisco about three years ago, we kept in contact, phoning and emailing, when I first saw her I knew I was attracted to her but I didn't think it would get like this."

"By this, you mean you being madly in love with her and not being able to do anything about it?" She asked.

"Yeah"

"The only advice I can give you, is that, as a woman, I think you should just go for it, before you know it, it could be too late and you'll lose her to someone else" Sheila thought for a moment then a look of shock came over her face. "Wait, this girl, Sara, she was at your lecture in San Fransisco?"

Grissom nodded.

"The lecture I was at?"

He thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah"

"Sara... Its not Sara... Sidle, is it?"

"Um... Yeah, it is, you know her?"

"Yeah, she was like... The smartest person I'd ever met in university"

Grissom smiled and chuckled, "She's possibly one of the smartest people I've had working for me"

Sheila looked around, as if making sure no one was around to hear what she was about to say, "Wanna know something about her that she thought nobody knew?"

He shrugged, "Sure" "This should be interesting"

"When she first started university, everyone thought she was weird, and one of my friends ended up sharing a room with her, and she told Sara that she would be out really late, when she came back, Sara was sitting in a corner with pictures infront of her, slitting her wrists and crying, my friend pretended she hadn't noticed, which was easy since they didn't get on anyway."

Grissom was shocked, Sara had told him that her childhood hadn't been normal, could that have something to do with it?

"I couldn't imagine Sara doing something like that" He said quietly.

"I guess you never really know a person, huh? I better get going, good luck with her, Gil, and keep in touch?"

He walked over to her car with her and opened the door for her, "Yeah, of course, bye, Sheila"

"See ya, Gil"

He waved, walking back to his car, as he drove home he couldn't help but think about Sara, slitting her wrists. What had happened to her as a child? She had obviously seen things that had haunted her for life. He needed to find out.

A/N: So, can you imagine Sara slitting her wrists? I can't, but I thought it would fit the story of her childhood.