A/N: Well I updated sooner than expected This chapter will (hopefully) be longer than the last ^.^
Hidden Emotions
Chapter Twenty Six
They had been driving for at least fifteen minutes when Sara realised that he was taking her to his house.
"Grissom, why are you taking me to your place?" She looked at him from the corner of her eye; this was not like him at all.
"Because I want to" Of course, it was just like him to play mind games with her, she should have expected that; she had known him for the best of six years, and it's all he ever did.
He pulled into the drive of his townhouse; he got out and walked quickly around to her side of the car to help her out, causing more confusion for her.
Walking towards the front door he put his hand on her lower back, she was sure that as soon as this day was over, things would be back to normal, but for now she'd enjoy it, whatever it was.
They got in and he threw his keys on the table next to the door, Sara stood awkwardly in the middle of the room looking around, Grissom walked over to her and took her jacket from her shoulders.
"Have a seat, Sara" He told her softly.
"Seriously, Grissom, why are you doing this?" She sighed.
He glanced at her from where he stood, hanging her jacket up near the door, she really was beautiful, in a natural way, she didn't make herself beautiful, she didn't need to, she wasn't fake in any way. She didn't need to try. "I told you: because I want to"
"There's another reason, I know there is, Grissom"
"I'll explain while we eat"
She nodded and looked around awkwardly while he scurried around making breakfast, whatever it was he was making, it smelled nice.
She noticed a lot of butterflies on his walls and shelves, nothing had changed since she was last here, when they were working on a case he couldn't; it was still spacious, but he had rearranged it. She noticed a few pictures, so she got up to look at them.
One of the pictures was of him and a dog, presumably his, but he looked a lot younger, probably around the time he had lectured her. Another picture was of him crouching down next to an old woman in a wheelchair, she guessed it was his mother.
"Hey, Griss?" She called over to him standing in the kitchen.
"Yeah?" He could get used to Sara being around him in his home, normally he would consider it his, nobody else's, but this felt... Natural.
"Who's in these pictures?
He turned down the heat so the pancakes he was making wouldn't burn while he was away from them, and walked over to where she stood.
His voice in her ear gave her a shock, she noticed how close he stood to her."The woman in the wheelchair is my mother, she's deaf, it's how I know sign language, she isn't in a wheelchair anymore, that was a couple of years ago when she broke her leg." He smiled, remembering the day the picture was taken. He pointed to the dog. "That's my old dog, Buster, I had him when I lived in another house, about six or seven years back, he died not long after I came back from your lecture" Once again he smiled, remembering times he had with Buster. Grissom pointed to another picture she hadn't yet looked at, it was him with a woman, her heart stopped slightly. "This one is of me and my ex wife, we split up years back, I just like to keep the photo as a little memory, we were married for about two years, we split up a couple of month before I came to Harvard to lecture."
"Do you still love her?" Sara asked quietly, dreading the answer.
He sighed; he hadn't seen this one coming. "I guess... A little part of me will always love her, not in a romantic way, but if I ever saw her again those feelings would still be there, I'll never love her in the same way again, I guess I'd love her as if she was my sister" He glanced at Sara, checking her facial expressions. "She was the first woman I ever loved properly, at least that's what I thought at the time, I guess I was wrong"
Sara's eyes widened, and she quickly walked back to where she was sat.
A few minutes later Grissom walked over to where they sat with pancakes.
"I know you're vegetarian so these were the easiest things to make" He smiled handing her the plate.
Sara smiled back at him as she took it from him, they ate quietly, wondering how to break the silence.
"Okay, are you going to tell me why you've done this for me?" She sighed, after a long, painful silence.
Grissom put his knife and fork down on his plate and sighed. He would have to explain things sooner or later, and as much as he'd prefer to choose later, he knew he couldn't, so sooner it was.
"Okay, Sara, you and I both know that there is, well... Something... Between us, and you made that clear when you asked me to dinner a few months back, and there were many reasons I turned you down, it's not that I didn't want to go out to dinner with you, I would've loved to, it was because I knew I couldn't" He paused, leaving her no less clear.
"That still doesn't explain breakfast." She said slowly
"I'm not finished. The reason I asked you to breakfast today is because, you're right, we do have things to discuss, and I also want to apologize for making things between us so hard in the past few months, I also feel bad for turning down the dinner invitation" He smiled sadly when he finished.
"I... Um, don't really know what to say, except, apology accepted"
"Sara, there'll always be something between us, whether anything will come from it or not, well I guess time will tell, and I don't know if whatever it is, is a good thing or not, but time will also be the judge of that, I guess"
She smiled; at least she knew that he felt the same way. "That's enough to get me through for now, Grissom"
He nodded and they carried on eating quietly