Title: Resignation

Grissom/Sara, angst, AU, pg

Author's notes: Very short. Just came to my mind and I had to put pen to paper, or in my case fingers to keyboard. To Devanie and Marita, for beta-ing. Love you guys!

xxx

He took her hands in his, gently rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"I can't, Sara, I just can't. Not now anyway."

"I know," she whispered softly, a single tear slipping down her face. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed them both gently, before carefully lowering them into her lap and standing up, walking towards her front door.

"Grissom!" She called out after him, jumping up from the couch. She reached out and grabbed his arm, turning him around so that he was facing her. Gently, she cupped his face with her hands, and brought his lips down to meet hers for a soft, tender kiss.

"I just needed to know what that feels like," she whispered, sadly.

Her letter of resignation was on his desk the next night. Hidden underneath it was a letter from her addressed to him. It took him the entire night to gain the courage to read what it said, and as soon as he had read it he rushed over to her apartment. He wasn't sure why, but something drove him to do so, reality finally dawning on him.

As he knocked on her apartment door, he was welcomed by nothing but silence. He knocked again, hope taking over, but his heart feeling heavy as he knew what would greet him if he opened the door.

He did so nevertheless.

The dim light flickered on to illuminate the stark room. She was really gone. Her words in her letter to him resonated in his mind as he trailed his hand along the bare walls inside her apartment.

'I can't take this anymore, Gris.'

Round and round the room he went.

'I hope our paths will cross again.'

Finger to wall.

'I'll always love you.'

Round and round.

'Remember that.'

He arrived back at the door again. Taking one last look around the room, he opened the door, flicking off the dim light for the last time, and closing the door.

He stared at the numbers on her door.

'Remember that.'

He brought his fingers to his lips, kissed them softly, and pressed them against her door.

He sighed, softly, smiling a small, sad smile.

"I'll remember that."

~Fin~