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What Happens in Vegas ... Chapter 25 One is Enough

Today I have much to say, but I'm tired. And I want my vacation. There are only two weeks. And I love them all. Thanks for reading my nonsense.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Point. NA
: it's 2 am on a Saturday morning ... And I'm still in my office! Can you believe it? How sick!

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Chapter 25
The last time I was there at the home of Sara, for more than three months had been so different. He had been so happy these days, having breakfast together, sleeping together ... not anticipated that his brain played the trick of triggering memories he preferred not to float at the moment. At least not to fix a little left between them, being the most optimistic, would not be more than that already distant friend I ever had come years earlier. Just wanted to be on good terms. That was all. I had hopes of more.

- Sara before ...

- Sit down, please - she said, explaining the couch.

- Thank you, "he accepted their invitation.

She could not say something quick and go just like that. Even if that was what had really come, then what Sara had asked to have breakfast at home. Your subconscious tends to predominate when it came to her. In the background, would not leave.
looked at the carpet in the living room but, in fact, not even he could have said what color it was if someone had asked him later. He sighed, almost in silence. Sarah

caught a glimpse but chose to do business as usual. I knew he needed to prepare for expressing exactly what he meant. It had taken him a while to understand. In the meantime, put the bagels on a plate to take on the coffee table.

A couple of minutes before he came back to say a word.

- Sorry - no eyes off the ground.

- What?

- What else what?

- Do Why are you apologizing?

Did you give an explanation? Did you keep talking?

I thought a simple "sorry" would suffice. As always, I'm an idiot about feelings is concerned.

sighed again.

- By hello to so gloomy after all this time.

Sara laughed as she passed the cup of coffee.

- Grissom ... I know you and know you're the sweetest slice of the bunch, as it somehow. I'm used - added with a hint that Grissom could not identify whether it was ironic or distress.

He just nodded. He did not know whether to be offended or grateful.

- ... but if you want my apologies, since you - "she said lightly to encourage him, smiling after cup of coffee is now perched on her lips.

- Thanks - said he genuinely relieved.

- However ...

A Grissom's heart leaped. I had always buts.

- ... something tells me you have not come to just that.

- How do you know? - Confused he asked without even realizing that coffee is cold.

- have the look "Grissom" in your face.

- The look "Sidle" you mean.

both smiled.

- You're right. I have not come to just that. - He glanced down, but said nothing more.

- Grissom ... - she said after the silence had completely filled the room and threatened to stay there.

- Mira, Sara ...

Silence again.

- Okay. You need not tell me nothing you do not tell me. Let it go. I think that ...

- No! Well ... the problem is that ... - resorted to a desperate last-minute appointment - ... The words have wings, but fly not where we like.

Sara replied:

- In human relationships the tragedy begins, not where there is a misunderstanding of words, but when silence is not understood.

This will chuckle. Sara was so smart and young. So so young.

- Thoreau ... Sarah, the truth is ... you never find the words that you deserve. Temo

disappoint. Temo disappoint.

- Then do not look.

He lifted his head as if I had a question mark drawn on her face.

- Tell me what you think or feel. Not what you think should be heard.

- Sara ...

But I do not want to hurt you. I do not want to hurt me.

- ... I ... - he looked like asking him to throw a lifeline. Or whatever. Anything that could be said. But she was determined to see Grissom leave it on their own.

- ... I ... - joined the fingertips - ... sorry to be late ...

- ... Fifteen minutes is not nad ...

- ... to your life.

- Oh!

Sara did not really know what to say. Not only left him speechless, but without thoughts. I was not even sure how to react. He continued, his voice wistful.

- Do you know why I do not tell you that time when you invited me to dinner?

Sara that rejection still hurt. He had launched into a pool without water.

- Because you did not want to risk your job.

Grissom was surprised. I did not expect her to answer his rhetorical question. For nothing.

- No, Sara. It was not so. Perhaps then we continue to justify this, but this time ... I was afraid. Was dealing with many problems, both personal and business. And I thought about us, well, it was a problem too. "This" ... meant a problem, a conflict for me. Have dinner with you meant to recognize - To myself - that I felt for you was "avoidable." We live and we do enough for the illusion of control, but no one can control life. It just happens. Like death. Sara ... Why? Why did not you do as others and accept me as the ghost that I truly am? Why do I see? Why do not you judge me? ... Sometimes, I would have preferred as well ...

Her heart was beating as if about to fall out of the chest.

- But if it was inevitable then why not ... ?

- I said it was inevitable to feel ... not to show ... but now it's too late. After all we live three months ago. It is impossible to take back foot. At least for me. That is why I want to know ... I just want to finish this properly. For the sake of you and me. I will not repeat the history of these last six years.

- Finish what? What is it, "Grissom? A problem again?

- No. I mean a. .. - Waved his hand vaguely in the air ... whatever you have between you and me.

- Want to end? - Sara took a long sip of coffee, hiding behind the cup. Grissom

thought a moment and retracted his response. End it was not exactly what I wanted.

- No.

- So? Grissom

put both hands on his face and rubbed his forehead hard. I did not know what to say. Never know what to say about Sara. It was like a curse. She opened her mouth but only managed to sigh again. She took pity.

- Griss, if you want to clear things up between us is fine. But first you should aclararte yourself.

He looked up and saw Sarah for the first time in him something he had never seen before. I was really haunted, his eyes had acquired a color of despair: a bright blue and immense.

- Help me - he said and immediately fell head, defeated.

Gilbert Grissom felt most pathetic man on Earth. Never in his life, had been so miserable as now. She had never touched have to face himself. Typically, he had an automatic shutdown when something or someone was very close to her feelings. Its internal switch to channel all your mind, which transformed it into the best criminal defense Las Vegas, but in the less empathetic human being Nevada. Sara was the exception. And not having control over himself exasperated him and afflicted. It was also old. I felt that it was increasingly self-indulgent. Sara

felt truly touched. He rose from his chair and sat beside him on the sofa, still looking at him. He kept hiding his face behind his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs, head bowed. Sara

asked almost in a whisper.

- What would you do if this was the last day of your life? "The last hours of your life?

Slowly and gently she removed his hands from her face. He found his eyes tired.

kiss you. Madly. No matter the consequences. No matter that looks like a sentimental old. Although give me a blow that hurt me to my soul. Because I have fear that it is too late to "this." I have fear of losing.

- Tell me. Tell me what you think.

I can not. Out of respect for you. In your decision to leave. In your life. You deserve it. With someone younger can make you happy. Someone who makes you smile instead of mourn. Someone who can give children and grandchildren. I do not even know ... I never thought I'd love somebody like you I love you. But you do not need me. Get yourself someone you really deserve. Someone who makes you forget everything that I made you suffer.

- only repeats what is in your head. It is not difficult. Martirizarte stop and say what's on your mind. Without filters. Without barriers.

You have no future with me. I'm not who you think I am. I'm just one ghost that has its head tucked under a microscope. I'll never be what it should be for you "Three months were not enough to realize you're better off without me?

I had spoken aloud. I could not believe it. He had said it out loud!

Since he took the hand of the face, she had not released. Now he interlaced his fingers with it.

- Is that what you believe?

- That's what I see. For the first time in years, you smile, you're happy with your work. For the first time since San Francisco you see it.

Sara looked away into his hands.

- What you see now?

Grissom, in thought, had not realized that Sarah's hand gripped safely and gently. She laughed at the surprise of it. Made a new question.

- Do you know what I would do if this is the last day of MI life?

Grissom dropped his hand. I really never wanted to hurt her. Did not want to be hurt again. A truce. Only it had come to make peace. To calm your mind.

- Do not say that.

had already faced the death of Sara Sidle before. It was a horrific and disturbing thought. The first time, when offered as bait for the FBI ... was furious. The second, when he discovered a victim identical to it ... was impressed. Not only by the striking resemblance, but rather by his feelings for her and the feelings it caused only imagine the fact his death. The third time he faced the possibility that she died, was in a psychiatric hospital ... she was terrified. Desperate, he imagined he could no longer see it, he had never even ... kissed. That would go forever without him had been able to tell her how he really felt.

- Please do not say that - he reiterated with emphasis.

She was surprised. In general, Grissom was a hard man to disturb, but it seemed that every time her death was mentioned, he felt uncomfortable and changed the subject.

Sara looked at him. He did not like that man so sad. Less because of him. He put a hand on his cheek and slowly and gently lifted her face until their eyes met. If you did not know Gil Grissom as he knew, would have thought he was about to mourn.

- If this is the last day of my life ...

did not finish because now his lips gently rested on him. He closed eyes and remained static, not knowing what to feel, wonder, delight, or both. When Sara turned away could see in his eyes a mixture of tenderness, fear and confusion. With a scowl and raspy voice, Grissom asked in a whisper:

- Why did you leave then?

The question was one she was waiting for quite some. He withdrew his hand on his cheek and replied with the only thing that Gil knew the answer: the truth.

- Because I wanted to know what was really for you. I wanted to make sure that this was because we worked together, or because I felt vulnerable. I wanted to get back to you without my baggage. Without our separated the rank or profession. O my ghosts.

-

But ... - Sorry if I hurt you, Griss.

- Well, no ... I mean ... never mind. But why now?

- Why not?

- What is it, Sara? I know I say this if it were not for something you okay?

Grissom began to consider the possibility that Sarah was sick. Seriously ill. Hoping deep down that it was not the case. She smiled mischievously



- Do you think I rave and I do not know what I mean? What I was crazy?

- No, no. No I wanted to involve ...

- Okay. Just kidding. I know what you're thinking and no, I have no terminal illness. To my knowledge, anyway.

Grissom relieved, gave up mentally. then?

- So?

- So what? I can not tell you how I feel without a reason?

- There's always a reason.

- What difference does it make if you know or not?

not had time to answer and this time kissed him furiously. With passion. Grissom tried to resist. I knew there was something else she was not telling her. However, after all, Gilbert Grissom was also a human being. And sweetly succumbed under it. The only witnesses bagels. TBC

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Holaaaaa ... you have not posting anything. I made a limp. More like a workaholic, because my job is absorbing almost all the time. Even sleeping. But in between, I managed to write this "ficlet" for ficathon of geekfiction . It is in English, sorry for those who can not read it. Any day now translate all my fics into three languages (yes, German too ... but when I know more lol). Affections

livejournalísticos for everyone. KA

Title: One is Enough

Author: KA Mendelsohn

Rating: T

Disclaimer : When I was young ... I Never Needed rights CSI ... writing fics Was Just for fun ... Those Days are Gone ... AAAALL RIGHTS RESERVED ... nothing left for me ... AAAALL RIGHTS RESERVED ... my heart's sore. Prompt

: "Say 'hello' to my little friend." Scarface.

Pairings : GSR.

Word count : 500... barely legal for the ficathon ;)

Spoilers : None. Just fantasy spoilers.

A/N : This is a story I wrote for the Summer Blockbuster Ficathon in geekfiction. Thanks to

chibs_87

for the quick and insightful beta. Thanks also to you for reading.

One is enough

Sara was washing the dishes and found herself singing without even realizing it. Lately, everything seemed so full of hope. She couldn't even remember how it felt to be sad and overwhelmed by ghosts, even though that wasn’t so long ago. Through the kitchen window, she saw Grissom in the garden, knees on the ground, captivated by something. Possibly a bug. Most definitely a bug.

He was just like a little boy. Eager smiles and laughter, and it never failed to make her giggle. She knew it was only a matter of time until he came running through the kitchen door and yell like he discovered a whole new...

“Say 'hello' to my little friend!” Grissom raised a jar with something disturbingly familiar inside.

Sara asked frowning, “I-Is... is that a...?”

“Latrodectus hesperus.” He looked like a kid who found the prize in a cereal box. A very crunchy one.

“Why are you keeping it? Aren't Black Widows extremely dangerous? I heard their venom was more powerful than rattlesnakes. Than cobras, even.”

“Yes they are. But fatal cases are very rare.” Without realizing it, Grissom slipped into lecture mode. “The actual amount injected is very small in volume and when the venom is diffused throughout the body it usually doesn’t amount to a fatal dose, though it can produce the very unpleasant symptoms of latrodectism: severe cramps, nausea, tachycardia and sometimes priapism.”

“Oh really?” She raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what priapism was.

“Actually, Sara, is not a pleasant experience.”

“Cite your source,” She smiled tantalizingly.

“Journal of Arachnology, 2003.”

“You are sooo bluffing, Gilbert.”

“I am not. After more than four hours of sustained erection, it can even lead to ischemia, impotence or gangrene.”

“Now you are just being gross.”

“Am I?”

Sara gave a long look at his naive face and then, without any warning, kissed him.

He stayed stiff for a moment, but then responded. It was soft at first, very gentle. And then the kiss deepened. Their mouths fully open playing with each others’ tongues. Wet, sloppy. Primitive.

Sara always brought his dormant instinctive side to the surface. She had such a power over him, but he would never confess it.

She pulled him closer and he tightened his grip.

“Now I understand why you want to keep this friend of yours,” She smiled: a wide cute gap-toothed smile.

He also smiled, but she could still see the predatory look in his dark blue eyes.

“Why would I want a spider, when I have you?” He kissed her again, this time with passion. After a while she slightly moved away.

“You are such a geek, Gilbert.”

“So are you, honey.”

“Yeah, but I would never say something like that.”

“Cheesy, uh?”

“AND geeky.”

“I thought you liked geeky?” He crooked his mouth smugly, still holding her gently.

She just laughed as an answer and let go of his embrace. “Just keep that one safely away. One widow is enough”.

“Yes, dear.” He couldn't help to look at his ring finger and smile.

END