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Chapter Six: Tell Her!

Grissom held Sara for what felt like hours. He didn't mind her being in his arms at all. He enjoyed being able to comfort her. Though it must've been hell for her, he'd never felt happier in his entire life.

At some point he placed her on his lap, which made it easier for him to hold her. After a while the only thing he felt was her warm presence and her body shaking every few seconds. For him that was enough to assume she recovered a bit.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and her face was buried in his chest. He carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes were shut and her arms were trembling. He rested his hand on her knee and turned his head to be able to see her face.

She felt him watching her and slowly opened her eyes. She shivered when they locked eyes.

He felt a warm rush overwhelming him when he looked into her brown eyes. He could cry just looking at those beautiful eyes. "How do you feel?" He asked moving his thumb to her face to wipe away a tear.

She trembled at the lingering touch. It took a while for Sara to be able to speak. She took a deep breath. "I feel…well…I just don't feel so great right now." She stated. Her eyes closed for a moment. When she opened them, tears welled up in her eyes. "I just don't want to remember." Her voice was shaking.

Grissom cupped her chin and tilted it up for her to look him straight in the eyes. Her eyes avoided his. "Sara, look at me." He said gently, waiting for her to lock eyes with him. "Sometimes it's good to remember. You deserve closure, that's why you need to remember." He told her understanding her fear. He exhaled preparing for the worst. "Sara, do you still trust me?" He asked carefully. He could see the fight appear in her eyes. She was struggling to answer.

She saw pain appearing on his face. She cursed herself for not knowing how to answer him.

When Grissom noticed she looked more worried about him instead about her fears he immediately understood. "You don't have to answer that. That wasn't fair." He said resting his hand back on her knee.

He took a deep breath as his eyes started to water. "I've been a jerk. I've treated you like I've never treated anyone before. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I know it doesn't cut it, but that doesn't mean I'm not. If I could get the chance to change anything in this universe I would want to change how I treated you. I know I can't turn back time, but I'll do anything to make it up to you." He placed his hand on her shoulder carefully as she avoided eye contact.

After a moment of silence her eyes met his again. "You can." She whispered trying to hide her shaking voice. Her eyes drifted off again.

Grissom cautiously took her hand and kissed the back of it. He opened his mouth to say the three words he always wanted to say to her when the door of the observation room opened.

Brass stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was only half-surprised by what he saw. "Thank god that Grissom finally shows some compassion." He thought by himself. He felt really bad for Sara. This kind of thing shouldn't have happened to her. "She shouldn't have gone through all of this!" He took a deep breath. "He's been taken into custody." He told them in a steady voice. "You should go home Sara. Please don't fight this. You can't work like this. Besides you weren't supposed to pull a double. Go home and rest." He finished walking over to them.

Grissom gently squeezed her hand, which encouraged her to speak. "I don't know if I can" Sara said starting to shake again.

Grissom put his hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you home." He said cursing himself for the déja vu.

Sara nodded slowly. Brass and Grissom helped her get up. Grissom pulled her arm around him gently for support.

Brass wiped a tear from her face, which made the corners of her mouth pull up a bit. "You get some rest, ok?" he asked stroking her hair. She nodded slowly in response.

Grissom guided Sara out of the room slowly. As they left the room Brass thought by himself.