A/N: I've hit the 1,000 hit mark so thanks to everyone that is reading along! Here's the second chapter that I promised. I may not post for a couple of days as i am going to be busy. Keep the reviews coming!
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Chapter Six

Grissom pulled up outside of Sara's apartment. Not a single hint of life appeared in the minutes that he sat there, trying to find the right words to say to her.

Sara was still sat in the same position she had been when Catherine had left her to the silence of her thoughts.

I wish Grissom was here...

But he can't be...

He wouldn't...

He doesn't love me...

He doesn't care...

Grissom slowly paced to the door, trying to get the courage to reach his hand up and knock on the door in-front of him.

Sara drew in a deep breathe and let the coldness of the apartment seep into her, letting the blanket drop further onto the floor.

Grissom tapped the door, after deciding that if he didn't move now, she would be gone from his reach forever.

Sara pulled her knees in tighter.

It's probably Brass, I should answer...

But, then again, it might not be...

I'll just leave it. They'll soon go away.

Grissom started to pound on the door, which was now competing with the pounding in Sara's head.

Reluctantly Sara stood, leaving the blanket to completely fall to the place where she had just been placed, and answered the door. Brown eyes meet blue, as Grissom reached out his hand to swipe away a tear, that threatened to slide down Sara's cheek.

"Hey Cath. Where's Griss and Sara?" Nick Stokes walked up to Catherine who was sat hunched over a shirt in the evidence room.

"Sara's taken the night off. I don't know about Griss though. He set off a while ago. Why?" Catherine stood and stretched her back, feeling it click she walked over to Nick. "Don't worry Nicky. Sara'll be fine. She just needs some time off."

"I hope she gets some rest, I know how many doubles Ecklie's been asking her to pull lately." Nick smiled and walked out, dialing Brass as he went.

"Hey, Nicky. Don't tell Greg." Catherine called after him, realising that Greg would put two and two together, and never talk to Grissom again.

"No problem, Cath. Secret's safe with me." Nick walked into Hodges who thrust a pile of results into his hand.

"Thanks Nicky." Catherine carried on working on the shirt, when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, checking the caller ID before answering. "Willows...Hey Brass...He is?...Well then, I'll mark him off for the night...No problem Jim...Bye." Catherine eyes lite up.

He's finally got his ass into gear and put his mouth where his money is.

Catherine smiled to herself and headed to the break room for a strong coffee.

God I hope some of Greg's wonder coffee's still in the pot.

Sara and Grissom were now sat opposite each other in the living room. Sara stared down at her feet, while Grissom watched Sara.

"Have you eaten, Sara."

"Yes." No.

"Would you like me to fix you a veggie omelet? I could do with something myself."

"No thanks Grissom. But, you can help yourself." Sara kept her eyes glued to the floor, knowing that if she looked up into his eyes, she would see nothing but concern.

"How about a coffee." Grissom didn't bother to wait for an answer. He stood and made two cups of coffee, knowing that Sara would refuse to sleep as long as he was there. "Here." Grissom shoved the cup into her hand. He sat back down in the chair next Sara, waiting for her to talk for him.

Minutes passed and the silence pressed on her ear drums.

"Why are you here Grissom?"

"I came to talk to you." I was worried.

Sara remained silent. Her eyes now rested at the cup in her hand.

"Why are you taking the night off?"

"I need to rest Grissom. Ecklie's been having me pulling doubles and triples for the past two weeks."

"Then, why were you curled up on the floor, rather than in your bed, or watching television?"

"How did you..."

"Catherine came straight to me and Jim. She was worried about you." God, Sara, I am.

"There was no need to come, I'm fine."

"Sara, I..."

Oh, God, how do I say this...

"Sara. I'm worried about you."

"No your not. Just yesterday you were screwing at me for going dumpster diving without telling you or Catherine. When Catherine was with me!" Sara raised her voice, hoping to make him want to leave. He stayed put.

"Yes, I am Sara. If you don't want to believe it, then don't. Just listen."

"Fine."

"'All days and nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.'"

(Sonnet 43)

"Shakespeare." Sara smile and looked up to see Grissom staring intently into her eyes.

"Yes."

"I had no idea you felt like that."

He does care...

"I've felt like it since the very first time I saw you in San Fransisco." Grissom too was smiling from ear to ear.

"Grissom...I uhm...I need to rest."

"Not before you talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about, Griss."

"Sara, Catherine mentioned the beer."

"What? You've never had a drink after a hard shift?"

"Yes, but this isn't about me. This is about you, Sara."

Sara sat there in silence, not wanting to raise the reason for her behavior.

Grissom moved to the edge of the chair and extended his hand to Sara.

"Please, hunni."

"Griss. I just wanna sleep." Sara stood and dragged herself to the bathroom.

Grissom sat on the couch and waited for her to return, when she didn't, he headed for the bedroom and perched on the bed, just when the bathroom door opened.