Disclaimer: I don't own CSI-if I did, GSR would be the focus

Setting: This begins with the famous scene when Grissom confronts Sara in her apartment about her behavior with Catherine and Ecklie. This is how I wished it had gone. Perhaps, it did a little??? Ah, the imagination is a wonderful thing.

"No Sara, I want you to tell me why you are so angry?" The words echoed in her head. For so many years she had longed for him to come to her like this. Now, she only wanted him to leave. She was vulnerable tonight. She was on the verge of quitting. She wanted to quit everything, her job, and her unsuccessful attempts at getting Grissom to face his demons and now he was here. There was a sense of irony to the meeting. He was here to make her face her demons and she didn't want to do that.

I'm not ready to let go of this pain. This is me. I won't break down. I won't let you in. I don't know how to let you in. Not like this. I can't…. .

Sara stared off into space. She tried to pretend he wasn't there but he just sat and looked at her. The silence in the room was deafening. She didn't remember how she began but she found herself talking about the night her mother killed her father. Like a dam, all of the secrets and all of the emotions came flooding forth and she turned away trying to hide the tears.

Don't look at him. Don't cry. Don't look at his eyes.

Sara had often thought that Grissom had missed his true calling. His eyes were those of a priest. One long from those blue eyes made her want to repent. Sara was shocked to hear her own sobs. She buried her head in her arms and cried. She felt his hand holding hers.

Don't touch me. You don't really care. You don't love me. I can't let you do this. I'm not strong enough for your rejection right now. I have to get away from your touch. I need…

Sara didn't know what she was doing. She had meant to get up and walk away but instead she fell to the floor and into his embrace. She feared he would refuse to hold her but instead she could feel his arms returning the embrace. There Sara felt like she was at confession. Her anger rising with each stroke of his hand on her back. She remembered all of the times she had extended an olive branch only to have it trampled beneath his feet. How could someone be so cruel but be so…how can I love the one person who hurts me the most?

She didn't finish the thought. She felt herself hitting Grissom in the chest with her fist as she poured out her fear, her anger, her longing to be loved by him. He did not budge. He did not pull away from the embrace but continued to hold her.

There I've done it now. He will surely leave. I have confessed how much I love him. He will wait until I compose myself and then he will run. This time he will run so far that I won't be able to reach him. This time I won't be able to forgive his refusal to return my love. This time I will not be able to pick up the pieces. This time, I'm not sure I want to.

Sara wished the voices in her head would stop. She wanted peace. She longed for peace. She felt Grissom pulling her up from the floor. Now it's time to say goodbye. He's going to run out that door as fast as he can.

Sara continued to cry. She couldn't seem to stop. This was too much in one day. She didn't comprehend his actions until she felt her feet being lifted from the floor. Grissom carried her to the bedroom and gently set her on the bed. He grabbed a blanket that was lying over a chair and placed it around her, doing all of this without breaking contact with her. He firmly held her as she cried on his shoulder.

Her sobs became a slow whimper as she heard his voice softly saying her name over and over. It was hypnotic. It was like heaven. She held onto him; her hands were like a vice on his shirt but he didn't flinch. He gently stroked her back with his hand and it sent shivers up and down Sara.

He's going to leave. He's going to walk out and you won't be able to pick up the pieces. Sara... Sara…

Sara didn't recall when she fell asleep. The last thing she remembered was Grissom comforting her. She sat up in the bed and the room was suddenly very cold. Something was different. Sara was alone. She curled up in a ball and began to rock back and forth.

I told you! You let him know how much he means to you and now he is gone.

What hurt the most is that for a moment she had felt loved. She was startled when she heard the bedroom door open and Grissom stood there. He crossed the room and sat down beside Sara. He pulled her into his arms and held her. Sara continued to cry. Again he cradled her in his arms and lovingly spoke to her softly.

"Sara, I'm sorry. I thought you may be hungry so I stepped out to get us a bite to eat. Could you please try to eat something?"

Sara looked up into his deep blue eyes and she tried to smile but the tears continued to fall. I thought you had left. "You can leave if you want. You don't need to stay here because you're my boss."

Grissom smiled down at her and cupped her chin in his hand "I always thought I was something more than just a boss."