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Chapter twenty-three

The silence of the room had gotten too much, Sara let go of Grissom, turned on her heel and headed for the stairs, pushing Brass out the way as he tried to stop her.

"Now look what you've gone and down superman." Greg was still sat in his chair next to the window, silently watching from the sidelines, so not to say the wrong thing and upset Grissom, or worse ... Sara.

"How many beers have you had Greg?" Grissom looked over at Greg before shaking his head and heading after Sara at almost a jog.

"None." Greg said with a proud smile plastered on his face.
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Sara knew that Grissom would soon be following her, so she threw open the door to her study, causing it to slam against the door and then back into place behind her.

Once Sara was out on the balcony she allowed the tears to flow and the anger to boil to the surface.

'Please Gil. Don't hurt me any more.' Sara silently begged as she heard his heavy footsteps descending the landing to her door. 'He better not dare...'

Grissom halted outside Sara's study, not knowing whether to invade her privacy or to leave her to it. He knew this was the only room which she could use to escape from the world around her. 'Sara's Quiet Room' he called it.

Deciding it best to leave her, he sat against the wall outside the door and awaited his love to let him know when she was ready to talk.

Grissom stayed where he was, unmoving, for a hour before he headed downstairs to usher everyone out.

Sara listened to his footsteps as they grew softer as he descended the stairs. Then there was a load of noise and a final slamming on the door. Sara took the opportunity to go to the master bedroom and lie down. She knew that would be the first place Grissom went before going to her study.

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Grissom lent his head against the front door after he had slammed it shut after a very drunk Catherine, whom was being carried by Warrick. Greg, who was still sober, was driving the rest of the team back to the hotel on the other side of Frisco, in Brass' SUV.

God Sara, what have I done?

Grissom headed back up the stairs and went to their bedroom to get changed before he would go and check on Sara. But when he reached the door, he heared Sara's sobs echoing through the door.

Grissom stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sara?" His voice was soft and sad. He knew he was the one that had done this to her. He hated seeing her like this.

"Go away Gil."

"Please Sara. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did. I was stupid. I didn't mean to hurt you, I – I don't know what I was thinking." Gil looked down at his feet, his hands remained in his lap as Sara recoiled when he went to brush away her tears.

Sara didn't know what to say, so she stayed silent and hoped that he would leave her to her Grissom didn't leave after five minutes, Sara took all the courage she had left, turned over to face him, but what she saw made her feel guilty for pushing him away. It made her tears flow even more.

A/N: What do you think Sara has seen? Thanks to everyone who is still reading along. All your thoughts and suggestions are most welcome!
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