A/N: I would like to thank Moochiecat for her reviews :D They made me smile :P Anyway, I'm not sure what I want to do with this chapter, hopefully it'll turn out okay
Hidden Emotions
Chapter twenty four
Grissom had noticed recently that his hearing was getting worse, he was having trouble understanding what people were saying to him and sometimes he couldn't hear them at all. He knew he had to make an appointment to get an operation that would fix it. He hated to admit it, but operations were one of the things he feared most.
He was sitting in his office thinking, he had just made the call to the hospital, is operation was next Tuesday, and he was scared like hell.
A few days later Sara was sitting in the break room eating her lunch, she was thinking of asking him out on a date, after all, they had went out for lunch last week, and they were getting closer, what did she have to lose? Well, her job, maybe, his friendship, but she knew he wouldn't fire her, she was one of his best workers.
She saw him pass the break room. 'It's now or never, Sara' she sighed, getting up from her seat and following him. She was catching up to him when he stopped at the AV lab, she sighed and stopped, pretending to be looking at something, she saw him talking to Archie then move away marking something on his clip board, she took a deep breath and walked faster towards him, she was just behind him when a man stopped Grissom.
"Mr Grissom, I have your phone messages" The man said.
"Thank you"
Grissom carried on walking to his office, Sara behind him still, he walked into his office. 'Finally' she thought. A man walked in after him.
She stopped, smiling, it just wasn't meant to be. She walked away; she was almost back to the break room when the lab exploded. She was thrown backwards and hit the floor with such force it winded her, she opened her eyes, gasping, she looked around her, Greg was in front of her, he raised his head but it was clear he was in too much pain, he put it back down. It took Sara a while to realise that the fire alarm was going off and that there was glass everywhere. She was amazed that she got out with just a cut on her head, a few bruises and one serious gash on her hand where she had put it in glass.
Later, she was sitting on the curb, her head was jumbled from everything that had just happened, there were paramedics everywhere, she had seen most of them and so far there was no sign of Hank, which was a good thing for her, she didn't want to see him again. Ever.
Grissom had seen her sitting alone on the curb, looking dazed and confused, he knelt down in front of her.
"You okay?" He asked gently.
It took her a while to realise he had said something to her, she turned to him. "Uh-huh"
He noticed her hand; he took it in his gently, "Honey, this doesn't look too good"
"It's fine"
He had known her too long to believe those two words.
She continued, "Cleanup's going to be something, we should get started"
He was concerned about her, he couldn't give a damn about cleanup at that moment "You need stitches"
She couldn't get stitches, mainly because she was scared Hank would be there, "I'm okay"
He pulled her up with him holding her arm, "Would you take care of her hand, please?" He shouted to anyone that would listen.
Later that evening, Sara was walking towards Grissom's office, she knew he had the night off, she had her chance and she would take it.
"You... Got a minute?" She said, leaning against his doorframe.
"I was just leaving"
"Yeah, the, schedule says you're off tonight"
"I am"
'I knew that' "Me... Too" This was harder than she imagined, she mentally kicked herself for not thinking about how awkward it was to talk to Grissom about something non work-related.
"You should be on paid leave" He said, taking his glasses off and putting them in his shirt pocket.
"I'm fine"
He knew she wasn't.
"You were fortunate. And I'm not talking about the explosion"
She had followed officers into a house, she was told not to, and she could have been seriously injured.
"You... uh, talked to Brass?"
"And Nick"
"We got the guy" She said quietly.
He stood up, walking towards the door, but stopped.
"Is that all you have to say?"
This was her moment.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
His breath caught in his throat, of course he would, but his hearing was stopping him, he could be in a conversation and not hear what she was saying, she might think he wasn't bothered and leave. There were so many reasons he couldn't do that.
"No"
Sara was taken aback, he hadn't hesitated.
"Why not? Let's... Let's have dinner... Let's see what happens"
"Sara..." He paused, sighing, he knew he had sounded harsh, there were so many things he wanted to say to her, but he didn't know how. "... I don't know what to do about this" He motioned between them with his hands; he was talking about the sexual tension he could feel between them, about their shared looks, about his feelings for her.
She nodded. "I do"
They stared at each other for a moment.
"You know, by the time you figure it out, it could be too late" She turned, walking out of the lab, clearly heartbroken.
He stared after her, taking a step forward, he would have stopped her, he would have stopped her and told her his feelings for her, kissed her, drove her home, made love to her. He would have... If he had the guts to, if it wasn't putting his job at risk.
He turned his office lights off and left the building, hoping he wouldn't bump into her.
A/N: So, what do you think?