And we're at the end. Don't forget to tell me what you think.

my never ending thanks goes to Tessa, the only beta I've ever stuck with for a whole story.

translations will be at the end...numbered like last time.

Grissom watched Darwin through the one-way glass.

Darwin was alone in the interrogation room talking to himself.

"Twenty, eight, one, twenty twenty-three, one, nineteen, fourteen, twenty eighteen, nine, seven, eight, twenty."(1) Grissom could only guess what the boy was saying; he wasn't really listening anyway.

Brass entered the integration room with Catherine behind him and sat down across from Darwin while she stayed standing.

"Do you know why you're here?" the detective asked.

"Six, fifteen, eighteen Nineteen, one, eighteen, one."(2) Darwin answered. He didn't meet Brass's gaze, he didn't seem to be looking at anything that was in the room. His eyes were glassed over like he was in deep thought.

Brass shook him head, not understanding what the kid was saying.

"Okay, never mind. Do you understand me? Nod if you do."

Darwin nodded, glancing at Brass but not focusing on him.

"Good, Catherine would like to take your finger prints. Will you let her?"

The young man bobbed his head.

Grissom glanced towards the door to the observation room, and smiled when Sara came in and stood next to him.

"How's Rick?"

"Stabilised. They had to give him a blood transfusion. He was conscious when I left." She paused looking through the glass and saw Darwin entirely different than anyone else saw him. He may have appeared mild mannered to any passer-by, but all she saw was a monster. "Rick didn't want to see me." She lowered her head, "He didn't want my apology."

Grissom took her shoulders into his hands,

"None of this was your fault. He will heal physically and mentally. And when he does he'll see that it wasn't your doing and he'll forgive you because he'll see that there was nothing you could have done."

She shook her head, she didn't think she could forgive herself for the loss of Rick's hands, God knows how she could think Rick would forgive her.

She glanced down at her feet and remembered Grissom's socks. She wiggled her toes and smiled.

"Thank you."

He looked down at her feet too, his socks were way too big for her feet and he tried not to comment on how not so white they were now.

"A wise person once said 'A good friend will give you the shirt off their back, but a great friend will give you the socks off their feet.'" He smiled when she laughed.

She turned serious after a minute and bit her bottom lip.

"Uh, what you said earlier before I, uh ran out…" she paused unsure of how she wanted to word her question so not to confuse him, or cause any more disappointment. After the Debbie Marlin case and now with the whole stalker fiasco she didn't think she could handle any more disappointment.

"I shouldn't have said that." He interjected shaking his head.

"Oh." She felt her stomach drop and left an empty feeling in her chest. Being rejected once hurt; the second time was just numbing.

He saw the little colour that was left in her face vanish and the glistening of unshed tears in her doe eyes.

"No." he made her look at him. "That's not what I meant. Catherine gave me a little insight and she told me that it wasn't the right time. I'm sorry."

She gave him a questioning expression, not really understanding what he was trying to say. He took her hands in his.

"But if now is a good time, I'll say it again."

Sara couldn't form words; her vocal chords were temporarily stilled so she nodded.

"Sara, I love you. And I couldn't stand to lose you." He searched her face as the unshed tears spilled down her cheeks.

Going with her first instinct she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

"It's always a good time to tell me you love me." She whispered into his neck. She pulled back and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry about before, it was too much. It was too many emotions at once; good and bad and I didn't know what to do. But it's okay now."

Grissom glanced through the glass at Darwin and then back to Sara.

"Yes it is." He touched her cheek with his hand, slid his hand around to the nape for her neck and pulled her mouth to his in a hard, passionate and promising kiss.


1: That wasn't right.

2: For Sara.

I've been told I'm evil by a friend, and Tessa thinks this isn't the end. I wouldn't know what to say after this point, any hints?