a/n: Okay, I just posted this and it got screwed up so I'm re-posting it now. Anyway, I really liked the way Chasing Cars worked out, so I decided to make it a while series of ficlets! May I present...
Open Eyes; A Lyrical Series
Oh, and none of the lyrics or characters belong to me.
Chapter One: Open Your Eyes
The interrogation was a hard one. Grissom sat in the cold hard steel chair, his hand gripped tightly around his pen. Sara sat next to him, the suspect across the table. It was silent. Terrible silence.
"Did you kill her?" He asked, his voice quiet, but firm.
More silence greeted them. He wished so hard that that man would stop looking at Sara. He was just staring at her. He had been for the past half hour. All he did was stare at her. Kudos were due to to her though, because she had not squirmed once. But Grissom wanted him to stop so badly.
Those eyes are mine to look at…He thought to himself. But then he realized in that terrible silence that really, they weren't. What was to say that her beautiful eyes were for him only? They had no set relationship; they had no 'title'. It had finally hit Grissom that Sara wasn't his. Sara wasn't with him.
Sara was Sara.
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old…
"Yes," The man said. He said it so softly that it sounded like air escaping a miniscule hole in a tire. His lips barely moved when he spoke, neither did his eyes. They were trained on Sara. Her eyes were closed, her head bowed so that her chin almost touched her chest.
Grissom felt sick. How this guy could have brutally murdered three of his ex-wife's children, he had no idea. People were twisted. That was the cold hard truth. Grissom had known this for so long. He'd dealt with it somehow. But lately…lately he couldn't deal with it anymore. But he knew one thing that had always helped him with the pain…
Sara.
The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine…
Ever since she'd come to Vegas, after every hard case all he had to do was just think of her face; her smile, her eyes…Seeing it was an added bonus. But he'd held back. He hadn't done anything about a relationship. He'd been perfectly fine just sitting back and watching her from afar. Having her around was enough for him. He didn't want more.
But lately he'd been craving more. Needing more. He needed to see her, to look her in the eye, to touch her skin. It was getting too much for him not to. Somewhere between bringing her to Vegas and being in this interrogation room, he'd become infatuated with her.
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes…
Grissom could no longer take nights alone, with the thought of her as his only solace. He couldn't take hard cases without someone to lean on. He couldn't take seeing her break down again.
He looked over at her again in those few seconds. Her eyes were closed, her fingers playing across the top of the photo envelope. She was keeping control, she was meditating, she was fighting the pain. She was doing everything that he couldn't.
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time…
He wanted to grab her by the hand and take her away from this madman, away from the interrogation room, away from PD. He wanted to hold her and tell her he was sorry for being such an ass to her. To tell her how many times she'd unknowingly comforted him.
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
Cause I need you to look into mine...
He longed to look into her eyes and tell her that everything would be fine. He wanted to look into their deep brown depths and see something that every time he'd done it before, he'd refused to see.
A future.
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes…
He wanted her. And that was all there was to it.
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you…