Serenity

[ PROLOGUE ]

This is sort of a Forget Me Not's post fiction, thus, there will be some minor spoilers.

Anyway, after what happened after Forget Me Not, I think I needed to write something.

I'm feeling very bummed now. This story should not be longer than 10 chapters. I intend to finish this first before continuing with my other stories. TPTB broke my heart and I could not write anything 'too happy' now.

Just let me cry at a corner.

There will be angst and with a promise, Grissom will be back. This is my fiction, my control.

If you have twitter, please tweet to CSIWritersRoom and ask them to bring them back.

"Sara," Brass called, his figure looming over her. Sara looked up from her glass of orange juice and tried to pull her lips upwards into something which, resemble a smile. Brass touched the chair opposite of her and asked for permission to sit down. She shrugged and nodded.

"I think we should talk," Brass said, as he pulled the chair out and settled on it.

Sara sighed.

Why did everyone want to talk to her these days?

She was tired of talking. All she asked for was a peaceful breakfast.

"What's there to talk about?" She asked, and stirred her glass of orange juice, which had two distinct layers. The pulps were below and the juice on top. She took a sip and gagged. She squirmed and pushed the glass away.

"About you." Brass took the liberty to help her order a cup of black coffee and himself a pot Earl Grey.

"Why now?" She asked bitterly. She had gone through a few interventions with Greg, Nick, and even Russell. She really did not need another one, particularly with Brass.

Brass had been avoiding her for the past two weeks and she knew exactly why. He was not sure where he wanted to place his loyalty at. He could not decide if he wanted to be Team Sara or Team Grissom. Grissom was his best friend and she was like his surrogate daughter.

"I am worried about you," Brass said, lowered his head in shame.

"I'm fine. I'm great." Sara said, and looked straight into his eyes.

"I don't want to choose side." Brass covered her hands with his, letting his warm permeated to her cold, clammy hands.

Sara drew back her hands harshly and kept them under the table. His warmth burned her. She gave him a look, telling him not to touch her. Hurt flashed past Brass's face but he quickly hid it. He put on a small smile and looked at her intently.

"You know I will never ask you to choose side." Sara declined the cup of coffee and pushed it to the far end of the table, as if the coffee disgusted her. Brass saw the scowl on her face and frowned.

"I thought you like to drink coffee." He propped his chin on his hand and kept his eyes at Sara.

"People change, I change." Sara answered simply. Brass understood what she was trying to tell him. He shook his head and sighed. He felt sad for his friends. Both had went through so much to be together and yet, they ended.

"Sara."

Sara raised her hands to stop him for continuing. She simply could not continue with this conversation. Talking to Brass would cause her slowly healed wounds to split open. She had been trying to move on. Both Greg and Nick had been very supporting and understanding. They brought her out for breakfast after shift ended. They took turns to bring her to work. Greg even offered to stay with her.

She had been getting better.

Grissom appeared lesser and lesser in her dreams. She finally had the courage to remove her wedding band and placed it in her jewelry box. She kept all the pictures that were placed all around her home in a box. Greg had helped her to keep the box of Grissom's belongings into a storage place.

She was finally ready to move on.

She had to move on. She had to.

"Brass, I am finally ready to take a small step." Her voice was shaky and she trembled as she uttered each word.

"I really don't want to talk about him now."

Brass relented, and his shoulders raised and fell. He knew he should not press Sara. There were currently too many things on her plate and she needed time to digest slowly.

Sara kept her eyes on her finger, the white circle on her ring finger was glaring.

She felt tears stinging her eyes and squeezed them shut.

Tears slid down her cheeks silently. Brass noticed the tears. He wanted to comfort her but decided against it.

He knew that no matter what he said would not help to ease her pains. She needed to go through this journey of healing alone.

He could only stay here and hope his presence would somehow sooth her.

TBC

Let me know how you feel.

I watched the episode twice and still my heart hurt, wrenched in pains whenever Sara said "Truth is, he's not my husband anymore."