A/N: So I was kinda stuck for this chapter, didn't know whether to go back to the scripts or not...

Hidden Emotions

Chapter twelve

As he drove home he wondered how Sara was holding up, he knew she probably got no sleep now because of the case, he also wondered if that story Sheila had told him was true, she could have been trying to put him off Sara. He sighed as he got to traffic lights, then he realised that he wasn't driving the right way to get to his house, he was driving to Sara's house.

"What am I doing?" He asked himself. He debated whether to drive the long way to his house or to call at Sara's to see how she was. He knew which was the better idea, but he also knew which one he would end up doing.

As he reached her apartment block he took a deep breath, he knew Sara would wonder why he had called at hers two times in one night, and she would ask him, he didn't know what he would say but he was sure he would think of something.

He got out of his car and slowly walked up the stairs to her door, he considered running back to his car and driving off, but instead knocked. A few seconds passed and he wondered if she was asleep, then he heard footsteps padding across the floor, and then the click of a lock.

She answered the door in sweat pants and a long t-shirt, presumebly what she slept in. "Grissom?"

"Hi"

"Um, hi" She shook her head smiling. "What are you doing here, twice in one night, what's up with you?"

"Well, since you spoke to me in my office earlier I've been worried about you"

Her eyes widened, "Um, Grissom, what I said, it was..." She blushed slightly, "Inapropriote,and... I, uh-"

He cut her off, smiling, "I know, Sara, I know what you meant by it, and I know you didn't mean for it to sound the way it did"

"Ok, thanks, glad thats out of the way, um, well, you're here, would you like to come in?"

He nodded. "Sara, really, are you ok?" he said as he sat down in the same place he had before.

"I've... Never, been... ok" She said it slowly, as if choosing the right words to say. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, I should have asked you this before, how was your date?" Sara didn't want to ask him, because she feared he would say it went great and he wanted to take it further, she had only asked to change the subject.

"Oh, it went ok, thankyou" He wondered whether to ask her about Sheila, but decided better of it.

"Um, do you mind me asking who it was with?"

He looked at her, maybe he would ask her, after all. "Sara, do you know a Sheila Daniels?"

She thought for a moment, her facial expression changed slowly. "Um... Yeah, yeah I do, is that who your date was with?"

"Yeah"

"Wait, how do you know she knew me?"

"Quick, Grissom, think" "She uh, she asked me if you worked for me, she remembered you from my lecture"

"Oh, okay"

Silence filled the room for a few long minutes, both wondering what to say next, both wishing the other would say something.

"Grissom--"

He cut her off before she could say anything else, "Sara, are you going to be okay when I leave?"

"I... Okay, look, I'll tell you the truth, I won't be ok, alright? I wish I could tell you why, but I can't, if I told you, you probably wouldn't want me working as a CSI"

"Sara, what can be that bad?" He sighed.

"The things I saw" Sara said it so quietly he had to read her lips.

"Sara--"

She cut him off, "Grissom, I think it'll be best if you leave and pretend we never had this conversation"

He had respect for her, and he hated to admit it, but he loved her, so he knew he had to do what she said, so he nodded, got up, and slowly walked to her door, with Sara behind him, almost in tears. He turned around unexpectedly, catching the first tear slowly falling down her cheek.

"Sara?" He said gently.

"Please, don't, just... Leave, please? I'll see you at work tonight"

"Okay" He nodded, walking down the stairs, Sara sighed and closed the door, sliding down it in tears, she hugged her knees and cried, cried until she ran out of energy and slept on her couch until her alarm told her to get up and go to work.

A/N: Hmm.. sorry if this one was a little... rough... I was writing it at like... half 12 in the morning.