Work for Sara Sidle had become just that: work. She dreaded going. She rarely laughed or enjoyed herself while on the job. It was as if she had lost her passion.
It had been a week since Greg had stopped working the same shift.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
She idly poked the uneaten food on her plate with a fork. Being with the rest of the CSI's only made it more evident who was missing. She couldn't stop his words from echoing in her head: "I've loved the same woman for six years." He had said the word "loved" so sincerely, without flinching.
But though you're still with me,
She glanced over at the man sitting across the table. He, who had finally noticed her, finally admitted his feelings for her. She was at last in a relationship with the man that she had been infatuated with for years. But could she honestly say that she loved Grissom?
I've been alone all along.
On one of her rare days off, she ironically stood outside of the lab, waiting.
Greg saw her as he walked out the doors of the building at the end of his shift. He immediately wondered where his stomach had wandered off to. He stood with baited breath as she approached him, but before he could even open his mouth to say something, she had thrown her arms around his neck.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered near his ear with a sniff.
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears.
"Its okay," he told her calmly, holding her closer to him.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
She lifted her head up and they stood for what seemed like ages, each gazing into the other's eyes.
But you still have…
Finally, she leaned in, and softly pressed her lips to his. After a moment of initial shock, he deepened the kiss, the seconds passing by like lifetimes.
…all of me.