A Fairytale Romance...sort of
Chapter One:
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Summary: Sara's been extremely moody lately, and she finally snaps, pushing Grissom away. Will she be able to get him back or not? GSR
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and this was a personal challenge from StokesSidle...sorry it took so long to get this chapter up!
It was a fairytale romance; the boyfriend would put his girlfriend's needs above his own, he would spend enough time with her, he would take care of her when she was sick, and he would worry about her. This was how Gil Grissom treated his girlfriend. He loved her with all his heart and she knew that...she enjoyed how much attention he paid her.
"Sara, are you hungry?" he asked her. "I could make us some dinner."
"I'm fine," she responded, smiling at him. "Honestly, I'm fine."
He nodded, and sat down on his couch next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She curled up next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. Her head seemed to fit perfectly with his shoulder, as if they were meant to be together.
He would keep a particularly close eye on her at work. He knew the dangers that awaited them on the job, and he would always pair her up with one of the guys or with Brass so they could keep an eye on her. He knew she was tough, but it did not stop him from worrying.
Suddenly, things started going downhill for the couple. They started disagreeing more about things, but then again, who doesn't disagree from time to time. Then, they started arguing more and more about the littlest things. For example, they argued about what to have for dinner.
"Let's have lasagna," said Grissom.
"We just had lasagna...I want Chinese!" said Sara.
"Sara, we had takeout last night for dinner," reminded Grissom politely.
Sara blew it all out of proportion. She snarled, "Okay, fine, whatever. Make the lasagna for all I care!" She stormed out of the room, leaving Grissom both hurt and confused. He figured she just had her period, because she always got a little cranky whenever she had it. However, the fights just kept on growing more and more heated, and she finally snapped and said that she had had enough.
"You know what, I'm done with this!" she screamed. "I don't have to put up with anymore of this shit! I'm done with this, with 'us' – we're through! Why don't you pretend we were just a dream, okay? Do us both a favor!"
She went into their bedroom, packed and overnight bag and ran to her car. Grissom stood there, shocked. She slammed the front door shut, and was almost at her car by the time Grissom reacted. He went after her, and grabbed her arm to restrain her from getting into her car. She stiffened and demanded, "Get your hands off of me!"
"Sara, please don't go...we can work this out," he pleaded. "Is it me? We can figure something out, honey! Just don't leave me!
"Gilbert Aaron Grissom! Get your hands off of me before I file a harassment suit!" she snarled.
He didn't remove his hand, but lessened his grip. He smacked his hand, turned to him, and screamed, "ARE YOU FUCKIN' DEAF?! Get off!"
He recoiled and she got into her car. She started it, and pulled out of the driveway. When she drove out of his sight, the tears fell down his cheeks. He asked himself what he did to deserve that kind of punishment. He looked at his hand, which was red and stinging from her slap. He walked into their house, feeling lower that dirt. He wondered what he had done to make her that pissed off. He grabbed a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and sat down on the couch, trying to numb the pain.
"She'll never take me back," he whispered to himself, tears falling down his cheeks.
He walked over to the bookshelf and plucked up the photo album. There were so many sweet memories concealed within the pages of the book. He opened it to the first page, which showed both of them, laughing at the lab. Jim had snapped the photo when they weren't watching and he had sent them a copy anonymously.
The next photo was of just Sara, beaming brightly at him, showing off her gap-toothed grin he loved so much. This had been taken when they had first started dating. She had come over to his house for dinner and he snapped the photo. The tears dropped onto the pages as he remembered all the wonderful time he had had with Sara. How could all those years of happiness have been taken away from him in a heartbeat?
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Across town, Sara sat in the parking lot of the Bellagio, crying into her hands. She wondered what the hell was wrong with her. It wasn't Gil's fault...he hadn't done anything wrong. She was just having a ton of mood swings lately, but she always seemed to be lashing out at Gil for some reason. She drew in a shaky breath, and reached for her phone. She stopped as she drew it off her belt, saying out loud, "What am I doing? He's probably so freakin' mad at me right now, and I can't even apologize to his face? I'll get a room, cool down, and apologize tomorrow first thing in the morning."
She pocketed the cell phone and walked into the hotel and up to the front desk. She got a room and trudged up the stairs to the sixth floor. She entered her room, and flopped down onto the bed, not caring about any stains or bacteria that might be on them. She felt the tears rise again and she blinked them back. She suddenly felt very queasy, and ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to the toilet. The contents of her stomach poured out of her mouth and into the porcelain bowl. Sara rested her head into her hands and tried to convince herself that she was just upset about how she treated Gil.
"Oh shit!" she swore as she remembered that she had not had her period in nearly two months.
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