"Okay." She was rewarded with a warm smile. 'I just needed to see what it was like...'
"So, my place then?" He stopped her in the middle of the parking lot looking at her intensely. "You'll tell me if I am won't you?"
She wanted to pull him to her for a kiss at that moment. He looked so scared, so cute, so... "Yeah, I'd tell you."
His body relaxed as he sighed softly. "Okay."
"How are we getting your car home?" She said softly.
"I guess you'll have to drive." He pressed the keys into Sara's hand brushing against her palm. He let his hand linger there for a moment though. His eyes searched hers, pleading with her to let him touch her, to be near her. She didn't pull away.
She waited for him to pull away. When he didn't, she laced her fingers through his. "Come on."
He willingly let her lead him. She looked around kind of lost. "Where you parked at anyway?
He gestured with his free hand. "Aisle F"
They found it a few minutes later. "Do you want to stop for groceries on the way? Or go back later?"
"We can stop now. I have no idea what I want though."
"Just the necessities."
"Right." He looked out the window.
They stopped at the store he usually stopped at. They got just what he needed for a few days. Sara insisted that he get a vitamin supplement. He only mildly disagreed when she placed them in the cart. The trip to his house was uneventful. Sara parked in his driveway. She hadn't realized that by driving him home, she had no way home herself.
"If you want you can call a cab." Grissom couldn't help feeling disappointed that she was leaving when she did realize it.
"You want me to go already?" Her heart sank.
"No." It was said so softly she almost didn't hear him.
She looked over at him. "You don't?"
She squeezed his hand. "Let's get you inside."
"I didn't mean to imply you had to leave.." I'm just going to stop talking now.
"You're stuck with me a little while longer today I'm afraid. I'm going to cook you a good meal...vegetarian meal but a good one." She said as she took the grocery bags in her hands.
Grissom silently followed her in. The place looked almost the same as the last time she'd been there. "So what would you like?"
"You know I'm not a fussy eater Sara. You're talking to the guy that eats ants on his toast." His eyes twinkled a little.
"That is so gross." She said sticking her finger in her throat and making a gagging sound.
"Actually it's not that bad." He chanced leaning over and kissing the back of her hand lightly. "But I won't do it in front of you."
Her hand felt like it was on fire. She blushed and smiled at him. "You can eat it if you want too...just don't ask me to join in."
"I know better." He gave her an affectionate smile.
"I guess dinner can wait though...we did just eat an hour or so ago." She said putting away the groceries. He had his townhouse kitchen laid out like her apartment kitchen. She found where everything went purely by instinct.
"Then can I make you some green tea?" He was itching to move around...or more accurately, itching to be a good host; to make a good impression.
"Sure." She said taking a seat on the bar stool.
"How's work been going?" was the only thing Grissom could think of to ask her as he started moving around his kitchen.
"Sam's gonna walk."
"Sam? You mean Sam Braun?"
"The one and only." She said playing with a pen that was lying on his counter.
"Sorry. I'm still a little out of it." He plugged in the kettle. "What happened?"
"I think maybe you should talk to Catherine." She said not meeting his eyes. "It's none of my business."
"Then talk about something you want to talk about."
His tone had been flat. She winced from it. "I didn't mean..." Tears sprang into her eyes.
Grissom studied her for a moment before coming around to her side of the counter and wordlessly putting his arms around her.
She didn't know if she should push him away or crumple into his arms. She chose the later. She held on tight to him but refused to cry
"Sara...I know I've screwed up…but please... don't hide from me," he whispered.
"I just don't want to come between you and Catherine. What is going on in that case, she needs to be the one to explain it to you. I don't have all the facts." She said tucking her head into his neck.
"It's okay." He reassured her. "Sara, why did you come?" Grissom asked the question with his heart in his throat, afraid she wouldn't answer the question.
"To tell you to forget what I'd asked you. It was causing a strain on our friendship and I couldn't live with that." She held on to him tighter afraid he'd move away and it would all be over now that she had given him an out.
"I don't want to forget."
She smiled against his neck and sighed. She could stay like this forever.
"Sssh..." Grissom whispered against her.
The kettle began to whistle. "Water's done."
"Yeah." Grissom was reluctant to let her go though. He felt safe holding her. With a quivering sigh that he didn't realize at first that she could hear, he released her and deftly unplugged the kettle.
"Forget the tea." She whispered.
"Just hold me."
"Let's sit down. I can hold you a lot better," he said softly. He let her lead him to the couch. Almost desperately, he wrapped her in his embrace again, needing to be against her.
She laid her head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.
Grissom's eyes began to close in sheer contentment and safety. His eyes came open again as he reprimanded himself for thinking about himself.
She just laid there quietly, not allowing herself to think at all. She expected at any second to awake from a very, very good dream. This just couldn't be real. She sighed.
"You okay?" he murmured
"More okay than I've been since I came to Vegas."
He buried his face in her hair for a moment as a tear fell down his face. Her eyes began to slowly close. She hadn't felt tired like this since before he'd come into her life. "Sorry...tired." She yawned.
"That's okay." He started to reach for the blanket at her feet, intending to let her sleep on the couch. He took the chance of kissing her forehead.
Grissom was almost grateful that Sara couldn't see that his eyes were still moist with tears. "We can lay down on the bed instead...I promise, I won't do anything." His voice nearly broke.
"I'll just hold you."
"I wouldn't stop you." She whispered. She stood slowly and held out her hand for him.
Her statement made him stop. "You wouldn't stop me...from doing anything?" He asked a little uncertainly. Then he sighed and kicked himself. Instead he took her hand.
"I've waited fifteen years for this, Gil Grissom." She squeezed his hand.
"I've waited for fifty…" he whispered softly.
She looked up into his eyes. "Let's stop waiting."