I need you now.
A/N: A little one shot, inspired by a song sent to me by gsr309, 'Need you now' by Lady Antebellum. It's such a sweet song, and just seemed to fit perfectly with this idea.
Enjoy!
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Sara
It was a quarter past one, and Sara Sidle sat alone on a bar stool, in acrowed club on the Vegas strip, allowing the booming music to drown out her thoughts, and allowing the alcohol of her fourth drink to drown out her feelings.
It was her first night off in just over two weeks, the whole lab had been so busy, they had to pull in cadets, and CSI's from other teams. She had never pulled so many doubles in her life, and she had decied she needed a little her time, where she could let her hair down and just relax.
This was her idea of relaxation, more like being able to not think on anything at all. That was what she hoped, but that evaded her.
Picture perfect memories flitted through her mind, but she knew they were far from perfect. A brush of fingers on cheek, lingering gazes, unnecessary touches, the flirtatious smiles. That didn't mean anything though, did it?
They didn't really get down to the real meaning of things, did it?
he had made his feelings clear to her, but she never gave up. It wasn't in her blood to give up, she had always had to fight in life for what she wanted, and that hadn't left her yet.
Feeling a little drunk, the feelings she usually suppressed found it easier to break through the walls she had made around her heart.
She needed him, she couldn't deny that.
Here she was, a pathetic thirty-five year old woman, sitting alone at a bar trying to find the solutions to her problems at the bottom of a bottle. If anything, it only gave her a headache to deal with the next day, and a lot of cough drops to suck on.
She downed the rest of her drink, vodka and lime, wincing slightly as the liquid burned her throat. She shook her head slowly, the bitter taste dominant in her mouth.
Pushing herself to shaky feet, she stood from the bar, grabbing her purse and wandering out to the front of the club, where the busy world of the vegas Strip seemed to swallow her.
It didn't take her long to flag a cab, and once sitting, she withdrew her cell from her pocket. The neon red numbers glared the time; 1:32 a.m.
She sighed, and flicked it open, scrolling down through her contacts - not that she had many. It didn't take long to reach the 'G', where she found who she was looking for.
Hitting the dial button, she pressed her cell to her ear, pursing her lips in expectance. Of course, she got what she had expected.
'Gil Grissom. Sorry I missed your call, leave a message after the beep.'
Short, blunt, to the point. Three word which summed up the enigma that was Gilbert Grissom.
Sara sighed and powered her cell off before letting it click shut and pressing the warm device to her lips.
She should have known, he would have better things to be doing now. Watching poker, reading a forensics journal, taking care of his bugs, or, heaven forbid, on a date.
She couldn't help but wonder if she ever crossed his mind; because it happens all the time for her.
She closed her eyes, and mumbled to herself, "I need you..."
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A/N: First chapter! More to come soon! Promise!
Reviews welcome ;)
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