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Chapter 2

Sara woke to the smell of coffee. When she sat up she realized she wasn't in her own bed. The memories of last night came back, so did the realization that she had just had the best nights sleep she had had in a long time. She got up and went down-stairs, she looked a mess, like, well, like she had just gotten up.

Grissom met her at the bottom of the stairs, he handed her a cup of coffee and led her to the couch. "Sara, we have to talk," he said quietly.

"Better to just get it over with I guess," she replied, her gaze focused on the floor.

"Like I told you last night," he began, "I love you too much to let you do this to yourself anymore." He picked up her wrist and traced each scar with his fingertip.

She looked at him for a second before her gaze returned to the floor.

"I love you." She said, almost too quietly to be heard. But Grissom heard it, he let go of her wrist and raised her chin with two fingers. He gently pressed his lips to hers, she tensed, and just as he was about to pull away, she kissed him back. Her tongue swept his bottom lip, he gladly opened his mouth to her. The kiss started tender and sweet, unlike any kiss either had ever had. Soon it was growing more, and more frenzied and passionate. Both poured the feelings they had for each other into the kiss, the feelings that both had kept hidden, fearing that they weren't returned.

It was the need for air that finally drove them apart. They rested their foreheads together while they caught their breath.