Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, I just love the characters

A/N: I am going to update Busted and When A Lab Rat's Bored soon, just this story has been on my mind lately and to get my head cranking for ideas on the other two, I decided to write it.

Sara stepped into the shower and let the hot water gently cleanse her body of the grime and dirt she faced everyday at work. If only there was a way to cleanse the heart of impurities, of romances that have never come to be.

No I'm not going to think about that, I'm not going to think about him.

Instead she began to list the things she was going to have to do that day, get dressed, go shopping, sleep, day dream about her boss.

She groaned, that always happened, she would be thinking about something else and he would creep into her mind. He was always doing something, saying something that showed he cared for her too, but then would immediately act as if nothing happened, as if she didn't matter. She silently begged for something to happen that he could not turn his back on her, something that forced him to admit his true feelings for her.

She got out of the shower and silently dressed. She had just taken the towel out of her hair when somebody knocked on the door. She peeked through the peep hole, to her utter shock, Grissom stood outside of her door. She felt those familiar butterflies start flying around in her stomach, what was he doing here? She opened the door for him.

"Uh hi." She said nervously.

"Hi." He replied his eye were on her wet hair, which he thought looked very..., well sexy wet.

"Um, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"You, uh left your cell phone at the office." He told as he showed her her phone.

"Oh, thank you." She tucked one of her wet strands behind her ear, "Would you like to come in?" why did I just say that, she thought. Because you love him and you want him to love you. I don't... oh great I'm arguing with my self.

"Sure." Did he just say that? In her nervousness she forgot about her cell phone which he still had.

She closed the door behind him, silently hoping that they could talk or maybe something would happen, the one thing that would cause him to realize he needed her as much as she needed him. Whatever that thing is.

She realized her hair was still wet, "I know, look like a mess." she said desperately trying not to sound like a nervous school girl.

"You look...fine, you look...clean." Okay, did he just say I looked clean?

"Clean...uh thank you I think."

"You think?'

"Well Grissom, generally when you give compliments you don't say things that are that obvious." "Like I look clean because I just got out of the shower."

He seemed to think about it, while she looked away, wondering if that day was going to be as big of a disaster as she thought.

"Well I guess I can't say you look beautiful then." He said out of the blue.

"What?"

"I can't say you're beautiful because you obviously are." Her eyes grew wide an all she could do was stare at him.

"Well anyways, here's your cell phone." He said as he held it out for her.

"Hold on, you just said I'm beautiful."

"Sara...I"

"You said I was beautiful." He remained silent; oh no she wasn't going to let him get away with this one.

"Why are you here?" she asked him.

"I came to bring you your cell phone." He was obviously confused.

"Why are you really here?"

"Sara, I don't know what you are saying."

"You could have given it to me at work."

"I thought you might have needed it."

"Did you?" "Or did you just want to have and excuse to come here." She stepped closer to him. She was affecting him, she could tell.

"Sara please just take it." He begged. He knew that if she came any closer that he was going to do something that he probably shouldn't do. She walked closer and grabbed the cell phone and his hand. She stared into his deep blue eyes, begging him to stop being afraid to love her.

"Sara...don't." he whispered. She was hacking down the wall he had built so carefully over the years. Breaking it down as if it was nothing.

"You think I'm beautiful." She whispered as she leaned in close to him, she felt his breath on her face. Then she kissed him, short yet meaningful it left her begging for more. His mind left him, all he could think and feel was her. All he wanted was her. He kissed her; this one was longer and more passionate. They only stopped when their lungs demanded it and soon things were getting out of control. She saw where it was going, dropping her cell phone on the coffee table and grabbing his hand, she led him towards the bedroom.

Grissom was laying next Sara, who was asleep. He was smiling as he gently ran his fingers softly up and down her back. She had finally done it, finally got him to accomplish his dreams.

But why did he feel this way, why did he feel like he made a mistake. Because he had, he realized, she doesn't deserve me, there are too many complications, and she deserved someone better who could give her more than he could. It would hurt him deeply, but he had to.

He was able to find the things he needed to write out the note. He looked at her after he finished writing; he almost tore it up because no matter what he had written, he did love her, even if he never told her. It's for the best he reminded himself, and placed it by her pillow. He leaned over and kissed her temple, just so he could feel her smooth skin one last time. Then he left.

Sara woke up with a smile on her face. They had made love; there was no way he could turn back now. That was when she noticed that she did not feel him next to her. She reached over and instead of feeling his warm presence she felt a piece of paper. Her stomach filled with dread. Maybe it's nothing, maybe he had to leave so he left a note explaining where he has gone. Maybe it's a love letter. It read:

Sara,

I believe you and I both realize what happened between us was a mistake.

We should forget what happened and continue to be friends.

It's all for the best.

The tears began to fall as she threw it across the room.

"Why?" she sobbed, "Why can't I just love him? Why does it always end this way?"

She buried her face into her pillow and emptied herself of her tears.

A/N: Here I am crying, don't worry it gets better, pleasepleaseplease Reveiw.