1985: Gilbert Grissom sat on a bench in the park with his fiancée, Sandra. They talked of their upcoming wedding and plans for their future. Grissom looked up as a car came from the shadows, within seconds shots rang out several people screamed as they hit the ground. Gil pulled Sandra to the ground, but to late, she died in his arms. Over the course of the next few months a normally outgoing Grissom became withdrawn, a solitary person, existing but not really living. He buried himself in his studies and soon found that bugs were much more interesting then people. Grissom had coworkers - but not friends. He had dates but refused to allow anyone to touch his heart, how could he ever love again.
2000: Grissom had excelled in his study of Entomology, he had become the number 2 Forensic Entomologist in the state of Nevada, he also rotated teaching classes at the university in San Francisco with another professor. Grissom is employed by the Las Vegas Police Department as a Crime Scene Investigator, a group of men and women with various backgrounds and skills that gather and process evidence with the hope of helping the police solve crime.
Grissom was on sabbatical teaching a class when his life was suddenly turned upside down. Gil could not keep his eyes off a slender brown eyed brunette named Sara Sidle, much to his surprise he was loosing his heart - he only wondered if he dared.
Sara sits awestruck, she had never seen anyone like Grissom. Sara, for the first time in her life, lost her heart.
Later that day Sara knocks on the door of the only person in the university that she could talk to, Henry Williams. Williams found Sara four years ago, passed out drunk on a park bench, something about her touched his heart. Williams and his wife take Sara in and help her find herself, they realize the potential this young lady has and encourage her to pursue her dream, to become a CSI.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Williams asks, as Sara knocks on his door.
"I need you to tell me to stop being so foolish," Sara says, smiling at him. Sara tells him about the handsome professor, "And as foolish as it sounds, I think I could fall for him."
The smile vanishes from his face, "Gilbert Grissom?"
"Yes," Sara replies, confused by his reaction.
"Sara," he starts, "Let me tell you a story. 15 years ago Grissom was engaged to a young lady named Sandra. They first meant at a baseball game. Halfway through their senior year Gil asked Sandra to marry him, of course she said yes. One morning they were sitting on a bench just enjoying a sunny afternoon when out of nowhere a car drove by the park, shooting an automatic weapon. No one knows why, they were never caught. Sandra was hit in the chest, she died in Grissom's arms. He never recovered from that loss."
Sara looked at him, her eyes asking "How could you know?" Henry touched Sara's arm, "Sandra was my sister."
Tears fell from Sara's eyes, "Then you are saying I should not care for him?"
Williams smiled, "I can't tell you who to love, all I can say is if you choose to, it will be an uphill battle, I doubt Grissom will be an easy fish to land."
This is my idea for my next story, it runs WAY off from what we know but I think it has potential. More will depend on readers response. If you all think it is worth more, let me know. Thanks, Trish J.