So this is the first chapter of the sequel to Confiding. Its kinda quirky, Grissom's in Ireland. This takes place I reckon between season five and six. ENJOY!! Don't forget to R&R.

Disclaimer; However much I would love to I dont own any of the characters or the song Garth Brooks' What she doin' now

Chapter One- What she doin' now

The job was too good to turn down; the chance to run Ireland’s first dedicated Forensic Institute was unprecedented. Today Grissom sat in his office watching as the sun sank over University College Dublin. A young couple walking in the dusk paused at the lake edge following the swans’ path as they glided serenely across the murky waters. The pain in Grissom’s heart as he witnessed love of any kind had never ceased. Distance and time don’t heal the heart. Turning he pressed play on the c.d. player. A lifelong fan of classical music Grissom had recently been enticed by country music. His latest protégé Ruaidhrí was as obsessed with Garth Brooks as Greg had been with Metallica. Not quite as load or eccentric but certainly obsessed. Jack’s Christmas present for Grissom had been Brook’s greatest hits.

“A bit of a culture shock, ay Gris?” the younger man laughed.

It was only when Grissom listened to he realised how much a soundtrack to his life and love the music actually was.

The haunting keys of the piano and the strings of Brook’s guitar began as Grissom slouched back in his chair. What have you done Gil? What have you done? And the haunting continued.

Last time I saw her it was turnin' colder

But that was years ago

Last I heard she had moved to Boulder

But where she's now I don't know

But there's somethin' 'bout this time of year

That spins my head around

Takes me back makes me wonder

What she's doin' now

“Where are you Sara? How did I lose you? Grissom shouted to the empty room.

'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart

Fillin' up my mind and emptyin' my heart

I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows

And I wonder if she knows...what she's doin' now

Just for laughs I dialled her old number

But no one knew her name

Hung up the phone sat there and wondered

If she'd ever done the same

I took a walk in the evenin' wind

To clear my head somehow

But tonight I lie here thinkin'

What she doin' now

“I tried Sara I really tried.”

'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart

Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart

I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows

And I wonder if she knows

What she's doin' now is tearin' me apart

Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart

I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows

And I wonder if she knows...what she's doin' now.

Sobs wracked Grissom’s body. There had been nothing left for him in Vegas once she left. Life held no meaning, so Ireland had been the best option. Catherine was a born leader he’d known she could cope. But it wasn’t Vegas Grissom sobbed for it was the beauty, the sultry sexy beauty it had allowed him love.

Turning off the office light an hour later and catching a glimpse of himself in the glass Grissom was shocked by his tear stained appearance. All his life he had never cried that was until she left. He had made up for the life long drought these last few months. That he certainly had. Wiping a solitary tear from his cheek Grissom headed home.

When he reached his lonely apartment he bent to pick up the post, as he did so his chain slipped from beneath his lapel. The stunning diamond ring had never been intended as his fashion accessory. If you hadn’t fucked up Gris, if you hadn’t truly fucked up. Pulling it towards his lips he lightly kissed the stone. One day, one day. That night Grissom didn’t sleep, he lay thinking of her Where was she? He knew Catherine was in comntact and he was 100 certain greg was. But neither would tell him anything.

“Sara” he shouted into the darkened room, “Sara please come back.”