A/N: Sorry for not posting earlier. I had my first GCSE math exam today and have been spending every spare minute I've had studying. So, thanks to everyone that has continued to read along and to those of you that have continued to leave you thoughts and support. It's all very much appreciated.
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Chapter eleven

"Sara, please." Grissom lay on the bed shell shocked and begging.

"No! I don't want to lose you! Not again! And defiantly NOT for good!" Tears started to roll down Sara's cheeks.

She very rarely shouted at anyone, but she had never shouted a Grissom before, not like this anyway. She was feeling so many different things. She knew that if he lay in that bed with him any longer, then she would have given in to her desire to have Grissom. But, then she remembered his heart and she felt hurt ... scared ... lost.

'Oh God. What would have happened if we went any further. I can't stand to lose him. There'd be no reason for me to live.'

"Gil. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" Sara collapsed to the floor.

Grissom jumped from the bed and ran to Sara's side. He pulled her into his arms as he sat on the floor with her.

"Shh. I'm not going anywhere hunni. I'm sorry." Grissom swept a strand of beautiful brown waves from her face and held her close to his chest.

"See. It's still going strong. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than a faulty heart to get rid of me cherry."

Sara pulled herself away from Grissom and ran into the kitchen. His heart sounded different. It didn't have the strength it used to. It was slower. But nonetheless it still held all the passion and love Grissom had for.

She knew she shouldn't. She hadn't touched a single drop since she got with Grissom.

'I can't handle this no more! I'm going to lose him forever if I'm not careful. God, I haven't got the energy.'

Sara came skidding to a halt as she reached the kitchen cupboard. Sara stopped for a moment listening for Grissom's footsteps behind her. She heard nothing so she proceeded to get a glass from the top cupboard and the bottle of red wine she had been saving.

'If Gil knew ... I don't want to think about it. I don't even want to feel anything let along feel it.'

Grissom stepped silently into the kitchen and watched as Sara poured a large glass of red wine with shaking hands. Tears were still flowing down her face, but not as heavy as before.

'Please don't Sara. Please. I need you.'

Grissom silently begged for Sara to stop in her tracks, but she carried on with the task at hand.

Downing her first glass in three brisk gulps, Sara poured herself another glass and turned round to see Grissom stood in the door way. She dropped her eyes to the glass in her hand, took another long drink and headed for the living room.

Her sketches were still laying all over the place and she had to step over them all the get to the couch. Grissom followed, but stopped and stared down at one that had caught his eye.

A/N: Do you think this is the time for Sara to tell Grissom her secret? Do you want them to fall into each others ams and tell each other how they feel? What do you think the sketch is of that caught Grissom's eye?
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