Title- Orchid
Author- Iethena
Disclaimer- I own nothing
Summary- She had always reminded him of an orchid, resilient and beautiful.
Pairing- Grissom/ Sara
Warning- Character Death
A/N- My first Fan Fiction! Be nice, I typed this up on a whim at 11 at night. I will most likely revise this soon. Constructive criticism is loved and used, and flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Enjoy!
Orchid
She had always reminded him of an orchid. Orchids were resilient and could survive through many trials. She was so strong and had lived through so much. The flower was beautiful and mysterious. She was complicated and exotic. They both fascinated him.
Once, he had pushed her too far, and she had almost slipped away. His words had not been enough, so he had sent her a flower. An Orchid. Such a powerful message she would never understand.
But she had come back.
The first time she invited him in, he had seen the orchid sitting on her counter. Its leaves were brown and its flower wilting. He had turned to her, and she had shrugged. As her eyes had risen to meet his, he had seen it. There had been the same desperate need in her eyes as he had seen in the plant. They both craved for nourishment, time and most of all, affection. He had had given what he could.
The flower had flourished under their care. Slowly, it had unfurled and begun to live again. Its stem grew strong and its leaves grew bright. When the flower blossomed for the first time, her smile had slowly spread until her entire face was glowing. She had thanked him softly, and he had kissed her for the first time.
The flower had brought her back again.
He had loved her that morning as the sun rose in the east. The sun had filtered through the blinds above her bed, shining down upon their intertwined bodies. Her sweaty skin has glistened, and her eyes had shone like never before. They had spent hours whispering, touching, laughing, learning. She has fallen asleep in his arms, her chestnut hair spread over the pillow, a smile lingering on her lips. Her face had been peaceful. He had just looked down at her and memorized every facet of her body, committing her to memory. Then he had leaned over to her ear and whispered three little words she would never hear again. Content, he had slept.
If only he had known. They would never have gotten up that night. He would have pulled her back into bed, ignored her half-hearted protests. He would have pulled the covers back over their heads and world would have disappeared.
If only the slip had gotten knocked off his desk- had slipped down to the ground and been forgotten for just a little while.
If only he had gone with her. He would have saved her, taken the bullet for her, or at least have been there to hold her.
If only, if only if only, if only….
But wishes wouldn't bring her back.
They didn't stop that man from pulling the trigger.
Didn't stop her from lying on the floor alone, bleeding to death.
Didn't make her heart keep beating.
Wishes didn't let him find her before it was too late.
They just kept him company on the lonely nights.
They just kept him steady as he stood before her grave. His co-workers and friends stood around him, crying or trying not to. Yet he was alone.
A single orchid was clutched in his hand. Their orchid. They orchid they had grown together. It was still beautiful, healthy and full of life. So unlike her. He couldn't bare it.
Slowly, he walked forward. His hands trembled but his eyes remained clear. Her tombstone was gray. He carefully laid the orchid down on the stone. Its petals stood out against the gray, glimmering with life.
He waited for a moment before turning away.
The orchid wouldn't bring her back again.
Finis.