Little white flowers. A Sara/Sofia story.
I) Prologue-
Present Day.
'Soon there'll be candles....'
"What happened?" Gil Grissom asks, stepping over the crime scene tape. He is a little more agitated than usual, his voice a little more anxious, his steps a little more hurried. There is the unmistakable stench of death in the air, and the haunting words echo in his ears "Some kind of accident....your team members...fatality."
A nearby police officer opens his mouth to answer, believing Grissom is addressing him. Grissom walks right past, pushing him aside. Finally he catches a glimpse of her standing in the distance. Relief floods through him to see she is alright. Another officer is trying to escort her away from the scene. But she stands, entranced, immoveable, cold and lifeless. Like stone.
Grissom calls her name, dismissing the other officer, assuring that he will take care of his colleague.
She turns her head to look at Grissom, but she finds herself unable to speak. The hot thick summer air is suffocating her as she tries to breathe. Quickly she turns away from his scrutinising gaze.
Grissom reaches for her arm, pulling her close, lifting her chin to look her in the eyes. Gently he calls her name again, lost for other words. She flinches involuntarily at his touch. His fingers, cold and unfamiliar as ice, send chills down her spine. There is only one person she wants to touch her. And she knows in that moment, she will never feel that touch again. Forcefully, she pulls away from him, and Grissom knows better than to reach for her again.
That's when he sees her blood soaked clothes in the dim moonlight. Shining bright red against her too pale skin. He wonders if she has been injured? Or if it is someone else's blood? He knows if he tries to help her, she will only kick and scream and do herself even more injury.
So he stands, watching helplessly as she sinks to her knees, gasping for air. The weight of anguish pressing down on her is palpable. The tormenting, relentless, darkness surrounding her is suffocating. Her heart wrenching cries pierce his heart as they echo out into the eerie stillness of the night.
And Gil Grissom knows, there is absolutely nothing he can do for her.
