A/N: Insomnia inspired, random musings at 4 in the morning.
Disclaimer: No change. I still do not own CSI.
"I'm scared," she admits aloud, fear creeping into her heart, as she clutches his hand to hers.
"Shh, it's going to be all right," he whispers back into her ear, squeezing her hand comfortingly with one hand, while the other brushes an errant strand of hair back behind her ear.
"Will you stay with me? Please, Gil?"
"Honey, it's something you have to do by yourself."
"Chicken," she accuses, as the fear of the unknown spreads further and takes over her entire body. She really doesn't want to be here right now, doing this.
He doesn't reply to her comment because after all there is truth in what she's saying. Instead though, he pulls her to him and kisses her lightly, then draws back to knock on the closed door in front of them as Sara shifts uncomfortably next to him.
They stand together, hand in hand, on the front porch of their next-door neighbor's house, waiting for Ms. Jones to answer.
Seconds later, the sound of footsteps drawing close is heard, and he lets go of Sara's hand, putting his on the small of her back now, to coax her forth if need be. Sara pastes a smile on her face as the door opens.
"Sara, I'm so glad you could come!" Ms. Jones exclaims, taking Sara's hand in hers and pulling her forward into the house. "You're going to have so much fun at our bi-annual Tupperware party!"
A/N2: I think I might be scared of Tupperware parties too… just saying. Also, Happy Cinco de Mayo!