Disclaimer: I don't own them.. But whattdya say we raise money and buy Billy?
Spoilers: If you haven't seen/heard about this, you don't watch CSI.
No PDA was sort of an unspoken rule;
especially in the lab.
Every once in awhile they would share small caresses, without either noticing it,
but nothing like this.
She hadn't been herself this morning, well, last night, considering they worked graveyard,
but he really didn't expect this.
He was discussing trace results with Hodges in the hallway, nothing weird about that, right?
Or so he thought.
He didn't even see her coming, but all rational thought was lost in his mind when she kissed him… in the middle of the hallway.
When she deepened the kiss, his arms went instinctively around her waist.
It never occurred to him that they were in the middle of the lab, or in front of Hodges, for that matter.
Hell, he was probably enjoying it.
He didn't realize it when she first broke the kiss.
She put her hands on his chest, and the look she gave him absolutely broke his heart.
When she turned away, all he could do was stand there and watch her walk away.
When she finally turned into the locker room, he cleared his throat. "So, about the results?"
"Oh, oh, yeah…" Hodges went on, but he really didn't hear a word he said.
His mind was in a million different places.
When he finally got done he went in search of her.
"Judy, have you seen Sara?" He asked the lab's receptionist.
"She left a few minutes ago, sir, but she told me to leave this for you," she told him, handing him a letter.
"Thank you," he mumbled, sliding his glasses on.
He walked back to his office, sat at his desk, and opened the letter.
"Gil-
You know I love you. I feel I've loved you forever. Lately, I haven't been feeling very well. Truth be told, I'm tired. Out in the desert, under that car that night, I realized something and haven't been able to shake it. Since my father died, I've spent almost my entire life with ghosts. We've been like close friends, and out there in the desert it occurred to me, that it was time for me to bury them. I can't do that here, I'm so sorry.
No matter how hard I try to fight it off, I'm left with the feeling that I have to go. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I have to do this. If I don't, I'm afraid I'll self-destruct, and worse, you'll be there to see it happen.
Be safe, know that I tried very hard to stay, know that you are my one and only. I will miss you with every beat of my heart. Our life together was the only home I've ever really had, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I love you, I always will.
Goodbye.
Shocked was an understatement.
Removing his glasses, he looked down at the letter again to be sure he wasn't dreaming.
He had to be.
Yeah, that's it, this is just a bad dream.
He's going to wake up and she's going to be wrapped in his arms.
He's going to tell her how much he loves her, or better yet, show her.
Really, he was going to,
when he woke up.
Reading the letter again, he realized he wasn't unconscious.
He might as well be.
At the risk of sounding cliché, his world came crashing down.
It all hit him at once.
He wasn't dreaming.
He was going to go home, and Sara wasn't going to be there.
He was going to come to work tomorrow, and Sara wasn't going to be there.
She's not there.
She left.
She really left.
He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and for the first time in his adult life,
Gil Grissom cried.