Chapter 13

~ Desert ~

"It's nothing overly romantic, but I guessed a restaurant would just be too uncomfortable right now." Grissom smiled and looked at her as she walked a few feet in front of them.

They were parked far enough from the Vegas lights to see the stars and feel the desert breeze blow through them. It was a wonderful sight and the warmth was still lingering, but she shivered either way.

Grissom walked towards her and slowly reached out to touch her arm. "Sara."

"Hmm?" She turned her head towards him.

"I know the last few months have been horrible, but I truly didn't know what to do. I was scared."

She nodded and turned back to looking up at the sky. "Will that ever change?" She asked.

Grissom sighed and gently ran his hands up and down her arms as he stepped closer to her back while looking up at the stars with her. "I hope it will, with your help, Sara. You bring out so much in me, but I try to hide it."

"You did good." She praised him as she silently revelled in his warm hands rubbing her arms.


She nodded and watched a plane fly overhead. "At times I thought I saw something, heard something, but each time I tried to find out for sure, you hid from me. After a while, I chalked it up to being my imagination."

"No." He said softly. "It was there, I just didn't know if you felt the same." His hands tightened on her arms as she tried to turn. "It's one thing to know you feel the same and another to not be sure. You should understand that."

Thinking about it for a few minutes, she nodded. "I guess."

"Does your imagination chalk up much?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sara heard the tone he used and couldn't stop the smile, something she hadn't done genuinely in a long time. "Maybe."

"Was there really chalk on my face?" He asked close to her ear, his hands running down her arms to rest on her hands in her pockets.

"Maybe." She huffed on a short laugh.

Grissom leaned in closer and let his hands gently mingle with hers in the confines of her pockets as his mouth lightly kissed her ear.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He whispered seriously.

Sara sighed and the smile faded. She didn't know if she could answer that question without asking a few of her own. "I don't know." She answered with the only honest answer she could find.

He understood. He knew he had so much to make up for and so much to think about. It was still early days and he would have to be careful with his actions and words. He wasn't going to risk losing her for good; he'd almost done that and hadn't fully realised it.

~ Seven Weeks Later ~

Sara walked from Trace to DNA with her evidence. She hadn't gotten a hit from her fingerprints and no DNA matches had been found. She needed to have Greg do a once over of her new evidence, but wasn't sure it would lead anywhere. Her 'B and E' had turned out to be a murder, but with no witnesses and no names, she was at a loss as to where everything was going. It was leading no where and fast.

Looking up as she left DNA, she saw Nick and Catherine walk into the break room with grins and laughter. She smiled and decided to take a break. It was almost end of shift either way.

"Hey Sar." Nick chuckled as Catherine rolled her eyes.

"Hey Nicky, what's gotten into you two?" She asked as she walked to the coffee pot and poured herself some of the ill looking black stuff.

Catherine shook her head and sighed. "Oh, nothing really." She looked at Nick and grinned. "Just Warrick and Grissom."

Sara turned to look at them with confusion. "What about them?"

"Grissom's buying breakfast." Nick smiled and turned away to open a newspaper.

Looking at them with a furrowed brow. The confusion was small compared to what she was feeling right now. Completely obviously would be about right.

~ At the Diner ~

Warrick held the diner door open for everyone with a smile. "After you all." Nick and Catherine shared glistening amused eyes and smiles as they paved a way to a table.

"What can I get you guys?" The waitress asked.

Each CSI ordered breakfast and talked for a while. Warrick kept looking over at Grissom who sat next to Sara. Catherine sat beside him and Nick was on a seat in the aisle. It's nice to see everyone having breakfast together.

"So." Warrick began, receiving a glare from Grissom. "Who's going to the Sheriff's party this weekend?"

Nick nodded and Catherine smiled. "I'm going with Warrick and Nick's going with Jacqui." Warrick, Catherine and Nick all pinned Grissom and Sara with intense stares.

Grissom seemed to shrink under their eyes. Sara glared at them and tossed her straw from her drink at Nick. "Stop bullying him."

"Hey!" Nick swatted at the straw that flew at him.

Their breakfast order was called and all but Grissom and Sara got up. Grissom leaned in close to Sara and smiled against her shoulder as his arm, which was secretly wrapped around her waist, tightened. "You protecting me from the bullies, very brave. My knight in shining armour." He teased.

"Shut up." She laughed and leaned against him.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and chuckled. "So," He sighed. "Wanna go to the prom with me?"

"You are really weird, you know that?"

"Mhm. I know, you still love me though, right?"

Sara turned her head to him and looked into his eyes with a challenge. "I'm not sure, what do I get in return?" Grissom closed his eyes and shied away into her shoulder, making her giggle.

"Aw, he's gone all shy on us guys." Catherine cooed as she placed Grissom's plate in front of him.

Warrick placed Sara's down and smiled. "So, you going to the party?"

Sara nodded and turned to see Grissom looking at her. As the others started tucking into their meals, she kissed him gently on the lips and smiled. He returned it and looked over at the other's, who just happened to be watching them. "Eat your breakfast children." He said sweetly, receiving snorts and laughs in response.

~ Sheriff's Ball ~

Nick and Jacqui were dancing and laughing, Catherine and Warrick were sat at the bar drinking and chatting. Doc Robbins was with his wife and talking to several politicians, looking every bit bored as his wife. Greg, Archie and Bobby were sitting at a table, deep in conversation with the table of three girls beside them.

Grissom was talking to the Sheriff and the Director with no enthusiasm. Sara was stood with Brass and both were teasing each other about the odd couples they were spotting on the dance floor.

"Ok," Brass chuckled. "Let's even it up a bit, shall we?" He offered her his arm and escorted her to the dance floor.

"I didn't know you could dance." Sara said in amazement as they started dancing.

"Me neither." Sara laughed at his admission and both started talking again, oblivious to the onlookers.

The Sheriff and the Director shared a look of disapproval. "She's half his age." The Sheriff uttered.

Grissom turned to see whom they were referring to. "They are also friends." The two turned to the entomologist. "And if you'll excuse me, my date has been patient enough this evening." He left at their nods and walked towards the dance floor.

"Uh oh." Brass chuckled. "I'm being replaced."

Sara turned her head and smiled as she found the source of his remark. "Oh, him, he's nothing to worry about. Pussy cat at heart." She whispered, as Grissom grew closer.

"Either way, I don't wanna find out." Brass stepped back and nodded with a grin as he left them alone.

"So." Grissom smiled and stepped in to hold her and lead the way around the dance floor. "What have you two been talking about?"

"Nothing really." She returned his smile and stepped closer to lean her head on his shoulder. "Have fun with the boss people?"

Chuckling into her ear, he looked over at the two in question. "Hardly. It seems that you are half Brass's age."

Sara raised her head and grinned. "Excuse me, what's that suppose to mean?"

"They were commenting about your age and his."

"Oh, ok, so, what are they doing now?" She asked, not daring to look for herself.

Grissom leaned in and kissed her slowly. They were still dancing, but not very much. As Sara pulled slightly from the kiss, she smiled, waiting. He shrugged and continued to dance at the normal pace. "They're avoiding looking at us."

"Good." Sara laughed and waved across at Nick and Jacqui. "You think we can get out of here?"

"You ok?" He asked, concerned that she wasn't feeling well.

Shaking her head, she smiled and found his hand as they broke apart. "I will be, but I thought we could get out of here before the crowd gathers at the door."

Seeing her looking at him curiously, he nodded and shrugged. "Where do you want to go?"

"Your place?" She asked as they left the large ballroom.

Grissom followed her towards the elevators. "You sure, we don't have to"

Sara pulled him into the elevator and nodded. "I'm sure. I want to spend the next few hours left of the night with you, if it's ok with you?" She asked, seeing worry in his eyes.

Stepping closer to her, he kissed her gently. "I'm ok if you're ok." He whispered.

"I'm ok." She smiled.

"Good, cause I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. This isn't all I want. It's you I want. I love you and that won't change."

She leaned against him some more and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you too."

It was still scary to let her emotions take control, but she was learning to follow her heart again. Even though they had taken things slowly, she didn't regret her change of heart and admission that she 'was' someone that deserved happiness.

Jessie was fine with it, surprisingly, she had gotten back together with the cop she met in a bar and was trying to make it work out. She and Grissom talked and she was now back to talking with Sara with no regret towards her. It had all been swept under the rug and they were all moving on with their own new lives.

For once she had allowed her own life be the spotlight and had found that love again. And like a dream, someone not looking for love, but love finding them, had found them.


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