A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thanks for the story alerts people used for this one. It made my day. I'm glad you like it. I hadn't expected it because I'm still struggling with getting back into that groove. Your reviews made me want to write more and make sure the update wouldn't take too long. Surprisingly this is where the chapter took me. It's not very exciting. Mostly thoughts. Hope you don't get bored. It felt that this had to be written to get on with the story. But this chapter did surprise me so it has now left me with the big question of how to continue. I have to think about that one. And I'm back to work so the next update won't be as soon as this one. Hopefully next weekend. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.

Chapter two

At first he hadn't known what to do now with Sara in her bedroom. It didn't feel right to follow her in there. Although he couldn't deny he'd thought of being in her bedroom. He'd even dreamt about it, but it had never been in these circumstances. After a while he'd decided to look around her apartment. First he'd gone to the fridge, wanting to know how much liquor would be in there. Fearing the worst he saw only two beer bottles. Without thinking he emptied them, not wanting her to be tempted anymore. He was going to deal with her and her problems and he was going to make sure she wouldn't fall back.

Her apartment was like he'd thought it would be. It was functional, neat and warm and felt like home. There were some flowers on her dining room table. He also spotted a few forensics magazines on the table. Looking closer he saw one he hadn't read yet. He grabbed it, guessing there'd be more than enough time to read it. He looked at her books and non-surprisingly he saw a lot of books he owned too. He decided to settle down on her couch and read the magazine he'd just found.

She'd been in her bedroom for quite some time now. While reading her book she'd listened closely for the sound of a door closing. So far she hadn't heard anything and she could only conclude that Grissom was still in her apartment. She wondered what he was doing. There really was only one way to find out and beside she couldn't stay in her bedroom forever. And it was her apartment Grissom wasn't going to make her feel like a prisoner in her own home.

Her time in her bedroom had given her some time to calm down. She wasn't angry with him anymore. Deep down she knew he was right. She couldn't do this any longer. She couldn't keep avoiding dealing with her problems any more. At least not like this. Dealing with her problems also meant dealing with him. And every time she tried to deal with him, one way or another, he shot her down hard. Sometimes she felt she had to wear a Kevlar vest because it would lessen the impact of his words. It wouldn't keep the pain away, but the initial pain would be less. Since she didn't have a Kevlar vest at home, she would have to go in without any protection.

Softly she walked back into her apartment. In her kitchen she saw the two empty beer bottles. It was probably for the best, though she didn't quite know what to think about his action. From her kitchen she walked into her living room. Not seeing him she thought he might have left. As she walked closer to her couch she saw him. He'd fallen asleep while reading one of her forensics magazines. A smile appeared on her face at the sight. She'd thought about Grissom asleep in her apartment, but it was never under these circumstances. She sighed. What to do now? She didn't feel like leaving her own apartment, but then again she didn't want to stay here with a sleeping Gil Grissom. And so she left Grissom alone in her apartment.

With a load groan Grissom woke up. Rolling his neck softly from left to right he felt the ache from the uncomfortable position beginning to fade. For a fleeting moment he didn't know where he was, but he quickly remembered he was at Sara's apartment and why he was there. He called out her name but didn't get a response. Standing up he looked around. The door to her bedroom was open which led him to conclude that she wasn't in her bedroom any longer. That didn't leave many other options. Since she wasn't in the living room that left the kitchen. Not finding her there he realized she'd left. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. Now he let her run away from him and he doubted there'd be any chance to talk to her. He didn't quite know what to do now. Stay at her apartment or go home? He wasn't going to drive around Las Vegas trying to find her. That would be pointless. He could stay at her apartment and wait but being alone in her apartment felt too much of an intrusion. So he left but not without leaving a note.

Sara hadn't gone too far away from her apartment. She was at the park, sitting on one of the benches. She couldn't believe she'd let it go this far. This wasn't like her. She thought about the man who still had a hold on her heart. She didn't understand why she couldn't get over him. He'd hurt her enough in the past, but he was always able to pull her back in. Mostly, because she let him. She thought of herself as a strong independent woman. Yet when it came to him, she felt she was neither. She should have ignored her feelings, ignored her heart and listened to her mind. But when it came down to it, she followed her heart, which told her to hang in there and so she did. She realized that her need to hang in there had caused her to lose a part of herself. She was angry with herself she'd let it get that far. It was time to take control again.

TBC...