Sara’s apartment

(Sara and Grissom sit facing each other. The light from the setting sun filters through the darkening room.)

Sara: It's funny ... the things that you remember and the things that you don't, you know. There was a smell of iron in the air. Cast-off on the bedroom wall. There was this young cop puking his guts. I remember the woman who took me to foster care. I can't remember her name. Which is strange, you know, 'cause I couldn't let go of her hand.

Grissom: Well ... the mind has its filters.

Sara: I do remember the looks. I became the girl whose father was stabbed to death. Do you think there's a murder gene?

Grissom: I don't believe that genes are a predictor of violent behavior.

Sara: You wouldn't know that in my house. The fights, the yelling, the trips to the hospital. I thought it was the way that everybody lived. When my mother killed my father, I found out that it wasn't.

(Sara starts to cry. Grissom reaches out and holds her hand.)

Grissom lends to hug her and she moves to his couch, Gil never looses her hand.

Sara: (looking into his eyes) Your childhood seems pretty cool right now, ha?

Sara Turns down her sight and sees Grissom holding her hand,

Sara: Thanks… I mean… I don’t know why you are here, but… thanks.

Grissom wipes her tears away from both cheeks,

Grissom: I wanted to know if you were okay.

Sara: (looking into his eyes) Sorry you found me drinking. (Turns her sight down again)

Grissom: Does it help, drink?

Sara: No, actually it makes you feel worse…

Grissom: Is what I’ve heard. Hangovers are the worst.

Sara: By doing it, you disappoint people that… (She turns her sight up and meets his eyes, and sighs) you know… (Turns it down again)

Grissom wipes her tears away, again. And starts to lean in very slowly and softly,

Grissom: You haven’t disappointed any body.

While Grissom is caressing her face she turns up her sight, meets his eyes and smiles. Grissom keeps leaning very slowly and softly until he finally kisses her. They kiss again, and start to lean back toward the couch…

…After

Both of them are in Sara’s bed, Sara is a little too thoughtful,

Grissom:(while playing his fingers on Sara’s hair) are you okay?

Sara: Yeah I’m fine. Is just that…

Grissom: (kisses her forehead) what’s wrong?

Sara: Direct question.

Grissom: Shoot.

Sara: What now?

Grissom: (kisses her and smiles) we’ll see what happens. (Sara smiles) I hope is not too late!

Sara: You are just in time.

They start to kiss and after a few seconds Grissom’s cell phone starts to ring,

Grissom: Grissom. (Pause) I’ll be right there. (Hangs up)

Sara: Guess you have to go back to work.

Grissom: Yeah.

Grissom gets up gets dressed and starts to leave. Sara follows him using the sheets to cover her naked body. They stop at the door,

Grissom: See you tomorrow at the lab.

Sara: But Ecklie…

Grissom: Forget about Ecklie, I’ll take care of that.

Sara: Thanks… (They kiss) bye.

Grissom: Bye.

Grissom kisses her again and then leaves, Sara watches him leave with a big smile on her face, then closes the door.

THE END