Mistakes into Heaven By Gabby Castillo

"Perhaps it was a mistake."

Grissom looked down at the ground in front of Sara's steps, and willed himself not to show his disappointment. But, then again, that had been the whole idea behind this… whatever you wanted to call it. To start to show more feelings, to reach out to Sara, hopefully to lead up to that one step that would ultimately bring them to far greater things. After a week of get-togethers, though, Grissom was finding that being as open as Sara wanted wasn't so easy.

"Look, Grissom, maybe we just, you know, need to take things a bit more slowly."

Sara patted his shoulder, and Grissom looked up, his eyes searching hers' deeply, looking for an answer only he could provide. He frowned and nodded.

"You're right, but I want you to know something," he said, taking her hand in his.

"Yeah?"

"I really want this to work out. I do."

Sara gave him a small smile and turned towards her doorway. She really didn't know what to say. A week ago, things had been moving at the same pace as they had been for the last few years; Grissom was just as oblivious of her feelings as ever, and she was still struggling with the emotions tugging at her heart. Then, after a tough case, Grissom was asking her to breakfast, and she said yes. One breakfast turned to three, and three breakfasts turned to tonight's dinner. But even Sara knew that after almost three years, it was going to take a lot more then that to patch things up between them. And so far, things weren't working.

"So, do I. But… I think we skipped something in between," she whispered as a tear slipped from her eye.

In a sudden show of emotion and caring, Grissom's hand was on her cheek, brushing away the offending tear. He tilted her chin up, staring her down, making sure her attention was his.

"I'll do anything, Sara," he said.

"Talk to me, Grissom. Tell me what you're feeling. Don't just reach out to me through your wallet. Don't get me wrong, dinner was great, but… I need to know how you feel."

Grissom could her the anguish in her plea, the stress in her face as she reached out to cover his hand. His heart was overwhelmed. There were so many decisions to make, and no matter what he chose, he could be wrong. But this was Sara, and taking the risk was worth it. Sara sensed his struggle and squeezed his hand, reassuring him that her mind was already made up. So was his.

In one swift motion, his hand went to her side, and the hand on her cheek snuck around her head, pulling her face closer, their lips clashing. For the few brief seconds they were together, everything was perfect; they were perfect. Every reservation was gone, every wall torn down. Grissom pulled away.

"I love you. I know I have some work to do, but, we can work this out. I don't… I don't want to lose you."

He waited for Sara's reply, and frowned when she opened her door instead. She stepped over the threshold, turning her head away from him. His heart fell.

"Sara?"

Her body shook, and immediately Grissom thought she was crying. But all his fears were pushed aside when she turned back around, grinning. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him inside, smiling wickedly. The door slammed.

The end.