AN: This is set the next shift after Butterflied. This is my story for all
the G/S shippers out there who I probably offended with my other story
Horror and Heartbreak.
Spoilers: Just Butterflied but anything before that is fair game as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or anything apart from my DVDs (ohhh bless the
god of DVD players!! :)) Neither do I own the poem that is quoted, it was
written by Edith Sodergan. Enjoy!
Sara Sidle stood in the doorframe of his office. Who he was, what he meant to her, she just didn't know anymore. She hadn't slept at all today (not surprising really) so it was a yawn that alerted him to her presence.
"Sara?" Grissom looked startled and rather guilty.
Sara couldn't look at him but she knew what she was going to do. Quote at him!
'Joy is a butterfly
Fluttering low over the earth
But sorrow is a bird
With big strong black wings
They lift you high above life
Flowing below in sunlight and growth
The bird of sorrow flies high
To where the angels of grief keep watch
Over Death's lair.'
"What was that Sara?" Grissom was shifting nervously in his chair.
"It's one of my favourite poems. I was there, Grissom. I was in the observation room last night!"
"Oh."
Sara couldn't take the pressure that was building inside of her. She ran. Swiftly followed by Grissom.
Sara ran, she ran right out of the criminalistic lab and onto the road. Grissom ran down the steps to see Sara running blindly into the heavy traffic. A juggernaut was headed straight towards her.
"Sara!" She apparently awoke to her situation and ran back to the middle of the road. And there she stayed shaking like a leaf in Autumn.
Grissom made his way carefully to her and put his arm around her back. He half carried, half dragged her back to the sidewalk.
"Sara?" Sara?! Sara!" She seemed to be in shock. He sat her down next to him on the steps and hugged her tightly. "Every time a butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil we get hurricanes off the coast of Florida. Every time you breathe you set off a storm in my heart!" Sara simply blinked, Grissom was afraid she was slipping away, "You're my pride and joy Sara!"
"Does that mean I'm your butterfly?"
"Exactly!" Grissom sighed with relief.
"I don't think I want to be a butterfly. They're too pretty, so everyone notices them. It must make them vulnerable. I think I'd rather be a moth."
"Well that would work."
"What do you mean?"
"Well moths are nocturnal!" Sara flashed him a small grin then started shivering, as tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her face.
Grissom took off his jacket in the humid evening and wrapped her in it.
"Come on let's get you inside." As they walked in, Sara still shivering, Warrick came across the pair.
"Woah! Sara? What happened?"
"My lil' moth ran into the traffic and freaked herself out a bit. Warrick looked at the pair and the odd glint in their eyes and smiled as he realised Grissom had used a pet name to refer to Sara.
"I'll er... leave you to it!" Warrick turned and walked swiftly to DNA where he had just left Nick and Greg.
"You'll never guess...!"
Sara Sidle stood in the doorframe of his office. Who he was, what he meant to her, she just didn't know anymore. She hadn't slept at all today (not surprising really) so it was a yawn that alerted him to her presence.
"Sara?" Grissom looked startled and rather guilty.
Sara couldn't look at him but she knew what she was going to do. Quote at him!
'Joy is a butterfly
Fluttering low over the earth
But sorrow is a bird
With big strong black wings
They lift you high above life
Flowing below in sunlight and growth
The bird of sorrow flies high
To where the angels of grief keep watch
Over Death's lair.'
"What was that Sara?" Grissom was shifting nervously in his chair.
"It's one of my favourite poems. I was there, Grissom. I was in the observation room last night!"
"Oh."
Sara couldn't take the pressure that was building inside of her. She ran. Swiftly followed by Grissom.
Sara ran, she ran right out of the criminalistic lab and onto the road. Grissom ran down the steps to see Sara running blindly into the heavy traffic. A juggernaut was headed straight towards her.
"Sara!" She apparently awoke to her situation and ran back to the middle of the road. And there she stayed shaking like a leaf in Autumn.
Grissom made his way carefully to her and put his arm around her back. He half carried, half dragged her back to the sidewalk.
"Sara?" Sara?! Sara!" She seemed to be in shock. He sat her down next to him on the steps and hugged her tightly. "Every time a butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil we get hurricanes off the coast of Florida. Every time you breathe you set off a storm in my heart!" Sara simply blinked, Grissom was afraid she was slipping away, "You're my pride and joy Sara!"
"Does that mean I'm your butterfly?"
"Exactly!" Grissom sighed with relief.
"I don't think I want to be a butterfly. They're too pretty, so everyone notices them. It must make them vulnerable. I think I'd rather be a moth."
"Well that would work."
"What do you mean?"
"Well moths are nocturnal!" Sara flashed him a small grin then started shivering, as tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her face.
Grissom took off his jacket in the humid evening and wrapped her in it.
"Come on let's get you inside." As they walked in, Sara still shivering, Warrick came across the pair.
"Woah! Sara? What happened?"
"My lil' moth ran into the traffic and freaked herself out a bit. Warrick looked at the pair and the odd glint in their eyes and smiled as he realised Grissom had used a pet name to refer to Sara.
"I'll er... leave you to it!" Warrick turned and walked swiftly to DNA where he had just left Nick and Greg.
"You'll never guess...!"