Why can't you admit it?

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'd love to claim that Sara's my best friend, but as she's fictional (unfortunately) that would be a bit hard, wouldn't it? I've checked around the station, nope there not hiding at Papakura Police either, so I can't claim I work for the organisation that owns them. So please don't sue me, believe me I have no money, I'm on a government wage!I don't own Cliff Richard either as much as I'd love to! I can claim Jackie though; she's my cousin (Who will possibly kill me if she knows I used her in a story.To them that want to be picky - we don't own any of the things we write about, but just in case; I don't own Sara, or Grissom, or CSI, or Cliff Richard, or the song Something's going on, or Sara's Car, or the LVPD Crime lab. Did I miss anything?

Authors note: Hi Guys! It's back. Sorry about the hassel with ffnet. Because of that I've altered the first chapter so no one can gripe, hence for those of you who didn't read the original version it probably won't make a lot of sense, but the next chapters are ok. If you can see if you can get a hold of the lyrics of the song - it'll make more sense then. Thanks for all the kind reviews you gave last time around, luckily I hadn't deleted them from my inbox, cause I lost everything when it was taken off.

Chapter 1

Sara sat down in her car after a long night and closed her eyes. Her head was starting to hurt from the stress of it.

The case wasn't too difficult, just a simple B & E, but Grissom was being stand offish again. The last couple of weeks had made her think they were getting some of there old easy going friendship back as.

But after tonight, obviously not.

She opened her eyes and pulled a CD out of her bag that her friend Jackie in England had sent her. The artist, Cliff Richard, was seemingly a huge success over there, but Sara had never heard of him.

She had told her friend Jackie a lot about Grissom, it seemed safe to talk to her seen as she was so far away. Jackie had recommended that she listen to track 2, the title song of the album "Something's going on". Sara put the CD into her car's stereo system and pushed "2", and then leaned back to listen as the music and lyric's floated around her in the enclosed space.

A song talking about hidden love, and a lover hiding from the truth. This was going to be hard to listen to.

Sara felt her eyes close trying to blink back her tears, but it was too late. Instead she felt her tears running down her cheeks. This song described her relationship with Grissom perfectly.

A chorus about the evidence of love, and someone running from it.

Evidence.

Grissom could follow the evidence without question when processing a crime scene, why couldn't he follow the evidence of there love for each other.

Heart skipping beats, love evident on the face.

Yeah, her heart stopped at the sight of Grissom more than she'd care to admit, even to her self. And as much as Sara tried not to show her feeling's anymore, now that she was almost certain Grissom could never admit to loving her, she knew there were time's it was still plastered across her face.

Screaming from the mountain, how can love be wrong?

'Well, I don't know that I'd scream it from a mountain top' Sara thought, 'but there's been plenty of times he's made me want to scream'

Why won't this work, the evidence is pointing that it will, how can you say it won't, why not our time?

Sara opened her eyes and pulled out of the parking lot as the song softly drifted to its close.

'I need to make a dub of this track and leave in in Gil Grissom's mail slot' she thought. 'I wonder if that would finally give his the hint?'

'Get real Sara. Nothing else has worked, how on earth is a pop song going to get through to him? He doesn't even like pop music!'

Sara's thoughts were so focused on Grissom, that she never even noticed the car coming out from a side street as she continued to drive through.

She heard a loud screech of car breaks, and looked in the direction of the noise, but it was too late, the other car slammed into her.

Even with her seat belt on the force was enough to slam her forward and back in her seat. She felt her car tip slightly and her vision go blurry and that was last thing she remembered before she passed out with the shock.