A/N: Post episdoe drabble for "Let the Seller Beware". This is my take on what Grissom was thinking during that final scene. This is my first CSI fic, so I'm not quite sure I have Grissom down. Let me know. Any criticism - flames, reviews - is welcomed.

Spoilers: "Let the Seller Beware"

Good night? Is that it? Come on, Sara, say something else. Yell at me, hit me, do something, but don't look at me like that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. Just give me a chance to apologize. Don't go. Please, God, don't go, not yet. I miss you. Even though you're here, I miss you. I just need you near me, Sara. Don't leave, don't ever leave.

"Good night, Sara."

I'm a coward. Such a coward, Sara. I'm trying to tell you but I can't seem to find the words. Can't you see that? Can't you understand how much I need you? Please. See through me like you always have. That's all I'm asking. Understand what I'm silently saying.

"Hey. Nice work on the high school case."

Here's a compliment, Sara. Take it how it's meant. Hear what I'm saying. Be your brilliant self and understand that I love you. God, I love you, Sara, don't you know that?

"I'm, uh, sorry I missed your page."

None of that matters now. Nothing matters unless it keeps you close to me.

"It's just, uh, you tell me to get a life and then I get one, and then you expect me to be there at a moment's notice. It's, uh, confusing."

Sara, please don't go. Stay, Sara, stay forever.

When I said have a life, I meant have a life with me.

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