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Summary: Grissom wants to go after Sara after her departure, but he hasn't got the nerve. It's Christmas evening, and when he falls asleep, three special visitors give him a few hints..
Rated: K
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Prologue
With a yawn Grissom stood up from the couch. He walked towards the kitchen cabinet, looked at the half empty bottle of scotch and poured himself another glass of the amber-coloured liquid. He sighed as he walked over to the window and looked at the multicolored lights of the Strip.
I never thought I'd be able to miss a person so much..
The thought crossed his mind like a razor, and he quickly took a sip of scotch to burn it away. Somewhere inside he hoped it would make the pain go away as well, but his sharp mind told him the truth. He was lost, and he damn well knew it. And still, he didn't have the guts to do something about it.
But that wasn't because he was afraid of the consequences, like before. Or because he didn't know what he felt, or what he wanted. He knew all of those things. No, it was the pain in her eyes.. the pain he'd seen so vividly when she'd walked into the lab and kissed him. After that, it was the horrible letter. When he read it, his heart felt like breaking and all he wanted to do was scream.
But he couldn't.
She'd called him. To let him know where she was and that she was okay. She missed him terribly, but didn't want to come home; she did make that clear. It hurt him that she didn't want to come back, but he also understand why. He'd sighed when she told him, told her he loved her, and when she'd said the same thing back – which made him feel a bit better, but only a bit – he'd hung up with tears in his eyes.
And now he was sitting here, on Christmas eve, the booze being the only friend in his vicinity. He drank the rest of his drink and sat back on the couch, picking up an entomology book from the coffeetable on his way down. He settled down against a fluffy pillow and started reading. He didn't keep it up for long, though, 'cause soon the drifted away into a deep, deep sleep.