Grissom's Nightmare
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A/N: This drabble isn't exactly rainbows and puppy dogs, you've been warned…
It was a torturous dream.
He didn't know why he was there, in fact, it didn't really matter - all that ever mattered in this dream was the sight that beheld his eyes each night. The gut twisting heart-wrenching image before him, seared into his memory, tormenting him mercilessly - it was a curse far worse than death.
Her brunette hair was tangled and lacked its usual lustre, swimming away from her deathly pale face lying quiescently on the hardwood floor. Her eyes remained open, her once soft, warm, chocolate brown eyes now cold and glassy, dark and helpless; her pupils eerily dilated. The dried salt from shed tears stained the pallid cheeks of her porcelain face.
Her grotesquely distorted body, seemly collapsed upon itself in final defeat, was a deathly pale white, radiating a vicious coolness - her eternal absence.
Her mouth was half open and contorted to reveal the pain that her body had felt moments before. The evidence of that pain pooled around her on the floor, trailing from her wrists - ligaments, bone and muscle could be clearly seen from within the deep cut. The knife she used lay menacingly beside the hideous wound.
Her clothes were soaked with her deep red blood, drops of which dotted the opposite end of the room to the spot where she staggered, breathing her last breath, before she collapsed and died. Leaving a broken man to weep at her feet, pain cursing through him as his body screamed his silent regret. The unspoken words whipping at his ears, his love for her flowing freely from his eyes as he held her limp frame in his arms, it was grief as he had never felt it before.
Perhaps the most painful part of the dream was the blood stained note that she held lightly in her hands. As Grissom woke up in a cold sweat, with his mind reeling in agony, he envisioned the paper in her hands as he, sobbingly, gently pried it from her limp grasp. He held it, it shook in his hands as he read her long black cursive writing that ripped his heart to shreds as he wept for her.
Two single words were written:
From Sara