He knows he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't help himself. He put tape over her door. He felt like a stalker but he'd never hurt her. Never. She left for work. Closed her door. After he knew she was gone, he opened her door. It worked. The duct tape worked. He pulled it off and went inside. He had been in her apartment before, but with her there. He walked though her apartment, looking at different things, memorizing them so he could remember later. He walked into her bedroom. A nice little double bed. Big enough for two people. If only he was the other person. He searched her drawers. The first one, the underwear drawer. Some thongs. Wow, that's nothing he ever imagined Sara might wear. He didn't know how long he was there. Just going though her things, putting them back just the way she had because if he didn't he knew she would notice. After awhile he just sat down, then he heard a noise. It was giggling. She was back and she wasn't alone. He quickly ran and hid in her bedroom closet, it was one that you could peep though. The bedroom door opened and he heard Greg's voice. Greg and Sara, together, kissing and laughing. What the hell? He thought to himself. Greg though her on the bed playfully and she giggled. Oh, he wished that he were Greg. They started to make out, Greg stopping only to pull off his shirt. What was he about to witness, and how in God's name was he going to get out of Sara's closet. He wanted to look away, but couldn't, he just kept watching.

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Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song

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It happened and he watched it all. Finally, it was over. He just saw the woman he was so in love with, have sex with her younger co-worker. They were sleeping and he just wanted to go over and kill Greg in his sleep. He opened the closet and as quietly as he could walked past them and out of her apartment. He shut her door and closed his eyes. Remembering every part of her body. He wanted to jump out and push Greg out of the way to have her for himself. Where he went from there, he didn't know. Now it was back to the lonely, sealed townhouse for Grissom, and back to pretending that he didn't have any feelings for Sara.

AN—So what did you think? PLEASE, PLEASE review! Thanks a bunch! Reviews make me happy, they really make my day. The little part in the middle of the story is 'Sugar, We're Goin Down' by Fall Out Boy. Please review! Thanks again!