Dublin loomed beneath Sara as the plane neared its final descent before landing. Dublin, never remarkable in Sara’s life until now. The three days, that faced her in Sara’s view would decide the rest of her life. Would he be willing to forgive her? Can I forgive him?

The Bureau to give them their dues certainly had contacts when it came to hotels. Her suite was in Sara’s eyes practically the same  size as her apartment. A couple of hours sleep was all she craved then tomorrow the meeting with Ruairí and most probably Grissom. Sara’s heart still skipped at the thought of seeing him. The longing had never faded.

Grissom slept restlessly all night his dreams were haunted by Sara’s face, her voice following him, her touch caressing his skin. The meeting was scheduled for 2p.m. Striding towards his office door he could hear Ruairí talking animatedly to someone. He had forgotten about Sara’s extreme punctuality. Since arriving in Ireland he had eased into the Irish Fashionably Late Syndrome Opening the door he could smell her perfume on the air. Letting out a soft sigh he closed the door behing him.

Turning Sara couldn’t help but smile. Grissom looked so tense almost like he looked when Brass made him carry a gun.

“Griss how are you?”

“Sara it’s terrific to see you.” So far so good.

“Ruairí here was just singing your praises. He even told me he’d got you loving Garth Brooks.” The look in Sara’s eyes said to Grissom everything. She clearly had also seen its ironic quality.

Ruairí interrupted the moment, “Can we get started?”

“Ah yes Ruairí who’s today’s Miss Right?”

“Ah Grissom don’t be so crude. Her name is Sarah if you must know. Taking a leaf out of your book some might say.” Winking Ruairí allowed him to recover. Ruairí is a lot more observant than I give him credit. Sara just sat solid waiting for Grissom’s reaction.

The meeting went well, clearly Sara was impressed by Ruairí. He soon rushed off for late lunch with the aforementioned Miss Right, leaving Sara and Grissom alone in his office.

“Sara, I…”

“Grissom don’t I got the letter and…” Gulping back the tears Sara struggled to form the words. The silence was killing Grissom.

“Sara” taking her hand he looked deep into her eyes, “It’s ok.”

“No, Gil its not we threw away the best thing in our lives without even trying.”

“Sara that was my fault, I should…”

“We’re both at fault.”

“Sara can we try this again, try and rebuild what we had.”

“Griss its been too long. We’ve changed and you’re in Ireland, I’m in Washington. The distance it couldn’t work.” Even as she spoke Sara knew she was lying to herself and to him.

“I’m willing to try, let me take you to dinner.”

Apprehension gripped Sara but she found herself agreeing. “Ok.” It was barely a whisper as it escaped her mouth. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t want him to.

“Where are you staying?”

“The Four Seasons.” This sparked a smile on Grissom’s face, easing the tension of the room.

“The Feds certainly do have contacts. I’ll meet you in the lobby at six thirty.”Lifting her hand to his lips he kissed it lightly. “Until tonight.” With that he stood up and left the room, leaving Sara alone, her heart failing to recover with any speed from his touch. Until tonight, hearing him say that was like seeing water in a desert. Could it, would it really be ok?