A new story!
Summary: Sara needs to express her feelings and thoughts in some way. When she finds her old journals, she might just have also found a way to do so.
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I just had an idea and put it on paper. Please let me know if you like it - if so, I'll have an extra boost to continue.
Enjoy!
Chapter one
How it started
Dear diary,
Gee, haven't I done this in a long, long time. The last time I remember writing in some kind of personal journal must have been about twenty years ago. That's the main reason I'm writing right know – because I found all of those old journals again. It was so much fun, reading my old scribbles.. about friends from back then, boyfriends, experiments – the good, the bad and the damn right stupid. Turns out I even used to cut pictures out of magazines sometimes from things I adored, like pieces of art, or marvelous quotes I just never wanted to forget. The quotes I still remembered, the notebooks I forgot.
But here I am now, sitting in my San Francisco apartment, looking down at the roads beneath me. If you would look at me, you would say I'm happy. In a certain way, I am. But my happiness is more like being content, than truly being happy. I know what's happiness like, and it's not what I'm feeling right now.
It hasn't been long, you know, since I've felt happiness. No.. I had a happy life about six months ago. Six months.. It seems so much longer. Oh, I forgot – you don't know what happened. Well, let's start at the beginning, shall we? It all started with a man called Gilbert Grissom..
When I was at college, he gave a lecture once to one of my classes. He was this.. brilliant, intellectual man. Sparkling eyes, dark hair, masculine body – every girl's dream, I guess. But what intrigued me most was his mind. So sharp, so keen, it seemed to contain all of the information hidden in the world, yet he didn't come across as a know-it-all. I think I developed a sensitive streak for him right then and there. And he for me, as it turned out. When I went to him after the lecture and asked him a few questions, I felt a spark between the two of us. I may have made more of it because I was a teenager, but the spark was definitely there! Anyway, a few years later he asked me for my expertise on a case. He was a forensic scientist, and I had become one as well by that time. I will never forget the way he smiled when I made the small joke about old Mrs. Roper..
I got offered a permanent job in Vegas, and I took it. I loved the people there, Nick and Warrick – who've become good friends over the past few years – and Catherine and Greg.. I miss them all so much! Grissom.. oh, Grissom..
We flirted a bit the first few years, but we became more.. attached to each other. At one point I even asked him out, but he refused. We didn't speak to each other for weeks after that, I can remember. But the anger faded away, I guess, and we were right back in that place we had been in before me asking him out. Only this time, he didn't back out.. We got involved. And that was when I was truly happy. Seriously, I have never ever been more happy than I was with Grissom.
Long story, eh? Well, my life has never been easy or anything, so why should my diary be any different? I do have to say one thing. It's been a long time since I've felt this empty – in a good way. I've blurted everything out for the first time in years and it really does feel good. It think I could get used to this..
Love, Sara.