Grissom/Sara, post-Butterflied, drabble, pg
Summary: Sara lets Grissom know that she knows.
I wait for him to move towards the door before moving myself. I want him to see me. I know he will never bring this up, and I won't have the courage to, but I need him to know that I heard everything, that I know. So I step out of the observation room just a second after he steps out of the interrogation room, and our eyes meet. And I know that he knows I know. I hold his gaze to prove that it's real, before I turn around and walk away. And I hope, wish, that he'll follow me and that we'll talk about this. But I know he won't.
And I know we won't.