IS IT TOO LATE?
DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN EITHER CSI OR THE CHARCTERS IN THIS STORY I AM JUST BORROWING THEM.
SPOILERS FOR BUTTERFLIED SEASON 4
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"It's sad isn't it, doc? Guys like us. Couple of middle aged men who've allowed their work to consume their lives.
The only time we ever touch other people is when we're wearing our latex gloves. We wake up one day and realize that for 50 years we haven't really lived at all. But then all of a sudden…. We get a second chance.
Someone young and beautiful shows up. Somebody we could care about. She offers us a new life with her.. But we have a big decision to make right? Because we have to risk everything we've worked for in order to have her.
I couldn't do it but you did. You risked it all and she showed you a wonderful life, didn't she? But then she took it away and gave it to somebody else,.. And you were lost. So you took her life. You killed them both and now you have nothing."
Laurie nods, "I'm still here."
"Are you?" Grissom answers.
Jim Brass looks across at his friend, shakes his head and leads Laurie out of the interview room. As he walks past the observation room he takes a quick peek hoping that nobody had seen or heard Grissom. No such luck. The one person who really didn't need to witness it was stood there, silent tears falling down her face.
Jim turned to the uniformed cop walking next to him.
"Get him out of here." He said. He waited until they were out of sight and then he walked into the room.
"Hey. Come on, lets get out of here." He told Sara, putting his arm across her shoulders.
Sara looked up at him and nodded letting him lead her away. She felt nothing but a deep emptiness. Brass led her to the locker room.
"Get your coat, I'll meet you outside, I've just got to get my cell from the office." He said turning away.
"Okay." Came Sara's quiet reply as she walked into the room.
Brass slowly walked down the corridor heading back to the interrogation rooms. He stood at the door, watching Grissom still sat where he had left him. Brass opened the door, entered and shut it behind him. He walked up and stood in front of Grissom.
"How do you feel now?" he asked. "I bet you feel real good, telling a murderer your feelings. Thing is Grissom he wasn't the only person to hear you. Well done, you have finally managed to destroy her." With that Brass turned and walked out of the room, not looking back to see the look of shock on Grissom's face.
Out in the car park, Sara was leaning against her car waiting for Brass to reappear. When he did, she opened the door and slid inside. Brass joined her, buckling his seatbelt.
"Where do you want to go? Sara asked as she started the car.
"Let's go back to mine. I've got some beer or JD if you want it." Brass told her. "If you don't that's fine too."
Sara took a quick look at him as she turned out of the labs car park.
"Thank you. You don't have to keep me company though. I'm fine, honestly." She told him.
Jim looked at her, taking in the sight shake of her hands and the red rimmed eyes.
"I know you're fine," he answered her, "but we haven't spent any time together talking for ages. It will be nice to catch up."
Sara kept her eyes on the road and just snorted. They drove along in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Sara couldn't believe that Grissom had just came out with that especially to a murderer. All she kept thinking was that she just was not worth the risk.
Brass just stared out of the window, thinking how much of a bastard Grissom was. In the space of a few minutes he had managed to destroy Sara. Jim just hoped that she wouldn't leave, although he wouldn't blame her at all if she did. After all what was left in Vegas for her. Grissom was the reason that she was here.
Sara pulled up in front of Brass's apartment block and turned the cars engine off.
"JD sounds good to me." She said as she got out of the car, followed by Brass. He reached for her hand and gave it a small squeeze.
"Good. I've got a spare room so you don't have to worry about getting home." He told her as they walked into his apartment.
Sara looked around the living room and sat down on the couch. She slipped off her boots and curled her legs up under her. Jim had disappeared into the kitchen to get the JD and the glasses.
"You want any ice?" he called through the open doorway.
"No, thanks. You've cleaned up in here since the last time I visited." Sara answered as Jim walked back into the room.
"I won't even bother to answer that!" he retorted as he set the JD and glasses down on the coffee table.
He wanted to sit on the couch next to Sara but he decided to give her the space she needed. He reached over and poured two generous measures into the glasses. He passed one over to Sara.
"Cheers."
They were sat quietly when the ring from Sara's cell phone disturbed them. She pulled it out from her pocket.
"Grissom. Should of guessed." She said.
Sara then went and did something she thought she would never be able to do to him. Sara turned her phone off and placed it gently on the coffee table.
"He's too late Jim."
TBC
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