Title: The cheater becomes the cheated.
Rating: K.
Pairing: GSR.
Summary: One day, Sara gets home and confesses to Gil that she has cheated on him.
Genre: Angst/Romance, I suppose.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own CSI nor its characters. I do not make any profit out of this. I'm only borrowing Sara and Gil for a little wee while until I finish this fan fiction and give them back – and 'borrow' them for another one.
Sara had just got home from working and meeting a friend afterwards, an insisting friend, that is. With full objection, she placed her jacket upon the coat rack. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and sleep for the day – that was, until a delightful and appealing aroma had made its way to the hallway and her. She grinned to herself with the little effort that she had left and made her own way to the kitchen, following the pleasing scent.
There, she found her lovely husband-to-be; Gilbert, simplified as Gil, Grissom. She greeted him with a small peck on the lips. He had noticed the worrying look she had upon her face, 'Is there something wrong?, he asked her while chopping up some vegetables, which were almost ready to go into the soup he was making; the cause of the delightful aroma.
She inhaled the aroma as deep as she could before she answered, 'Gil, haven't you told me to be honest with you? Always?'. Grissom looked over his shoulder for a second, his aim directed at Sara before looking back at his veggies, 'Yes, I have'. She nodded in agreement.
'Well, the thing is, Gil,' she paused as if she wanted to spare his feelings for a silent, yet short, second, 'I've cheated on you'. She looked downwards, towards the floor while waiting to be yelled at, to hear him call her awful and blaming names but after standing there for quite some time, she considered the fact that she knew him far too long for this and that these things weren't his cup of tea. She raised her head slightly and looked at him. He was simply standing there, just standing. As if he was nailed to the ground – and he was. He had dropped the knife and vegetables that had rested in his hands earlier.
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