"I'm sorry, Grissom, I just ... didn't feel anything."
He just stood there staring at her until she spoke again,
"Look, I really am sorry, God I wish it were different and that that had solved all our problems, but it didn't. Maybe it's simpler this way. We can just go back to being friends without any confusion. Maybe this is actually better. I'd give almost anything for that to be like I've imagined before, but I can't imagine there's chemistry there when it's gone."
She held up a hand to stop him when he opened his mouth to speak, "I think it would be better for us both if we called it a night. I'll see you in the morning, I'll come round when I'm up. Good night."
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek before going back inside her room.
She went and sat down on the bed thinking, she touched her lips again lightly, she was stunned. She dreamed of that moment and of him for years, and when it finally came there was nothing, no spark, no fireworks, no warm glow, no desire to drag him into her room, it hadn't even made her want to smile or feel happy.
She changed and got into bed, she saw his face again when she had said she didn't feel anything and felt a pang of sadness, but more for hurting a friend than anything else, she felt like she had accidentally led him on, to believe something that wasn't true.
She felt bad but still didn't have any problems getting to sleep that night.
Next door Grissoms cheek was still tingling even after he had changed and got into bed, and he was far from sleeping. He'd felt exhausted before she felt but now sleep was the last thing on his mind.
How could she not feel anything, he'd certainly felt a lot, to him all the chemistry and the spark was still there despite everything, had she never liked him that deeply if it hadn't survived, had she never really liked him in the first place and he'd just read her wrong.
He couldn't have done otherwise she would've been confused at his response when she asked him out to dinner. Maybe she was right and they'd just been through too much for a relationship to still have a chance.
But he still felt tingles when he caught her hand, his cheek was still tingling now.
It didn't make sense that it meant nothing to her, but he was sure she wasn't lying, she wouldn't have done that now, not now. Maybe he was just imagining it, maybe he didn't really feel anything, he just felt he should and had forced himself to believe that there was something there because it was logical.
He thought on it more and knew that wasn't true. He also knew he now wasn't going to let her go without a fight, needed proof that there really was nothing there worth fighting for before it gave up.
He threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. He pulled open his door and padded bare foot and bare chested down the corridor until he reached Sara's door.
He banged on it until she pulled it open looking confused and annoyed.
He could only look at her for a moment, the big t-shirt she was wearing only just keeping her decent and felt his breath taken away for a moment.
After staring at her figure and legs his eyes shot upwards and met hers for the first time that day and thought he saw her register something.
Without saying a word, he stepped forward, placed his hand and the back of her neck and pulled her forward and kissed her.
Not gently like before, but forcefully, he placed his other hand on her hip and pulled her flush against him before sliding his hand further around her and holding her there, the kiss gained more and more force until he suddenly stopped and pulled back for breath.
"Feel anything that time?"
Sara could only stare at him breathless, she didn't speak but instead pulled him back towards her and kissed him fiercely.
He took that as a yes and stepped into the room, pinning her against the open door, he didn't care that the anybody walking past would see them, he just cared that she was there with him and he could finally kiss her like he wanted to.
He moved the hand at her neck down until both hands were resting on her hips then he slid them around her back and under the shirt feeling her skin on his, he held them there for a while before pulling her forward and kicking the door shut with his foot, never breaking the contact between them. He pinned her against the back of the door and fumbled with the lock until he felt it turn before letting his hands resume their wandering over her. His hands flowing over her stomach, up her thigh, over her breast, onto her ass, through her hair, anywhere he could find.
Her hands following an aimless path over his chest as well and into his hair, hooking her ankle around his leg and pulling him closer to her.