Title: Past, Present, Future
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R (language, mostly)
Category: Mixed - Romance, UST, angst etc. Mainly involves Sara, Warrick, and Grissom.
Spoilers: Some of the first season, but nothing specific.
Summary: Sara's past comes back to affect her present and her future.
Archived: Will be at my website at some point, also on Fanfiction.net. Other places, please ask first.
Disclaimer: If they appear on CSI, they belong to those companies, CBS, and the actors who make them come alive. The other characters, as well as the plot lines, are mine (or I'm theirs, never quite sure which). Done purely for enjoyment and not for profit.
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It was him. She was sure of it. There was no mistaking the six-foot-two man with black hair, brown eyes and an exquisitely tailored black suit standing in the reception area. Michael. The main reason she had moved to Las Vegas. To get away from him and his mind games. She started to turn around, to leave the reception area before he spotted her, but she wasn't fast enough. She never had been.
His hand grabbed her upper arm and spun her around. "You little slut."
No one else was around to stop him, or hear him. She looked at him like he was insane. "Get your hands off me."
"Not until I've had my say. You used me. Think you could play me like that and get away with it? Not a chance."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she hissed, upset that he would try to blame her for something. Michael was the one who had ruined their marriage. Michael had beat her, belittled her, sometimes sexually abused her, then gone on his merry way and found another woman he could control. The only difference being this one was blonde.
"I'm talking about Virginia."
Ginny? "I don't know what --" her voice was cut off as he shoved her against a wall, his arm across her throat.
"You thought you had gotten away with it all. Get out of the marriage, move to Sin City, and leave me to raise another man's bastard. You pay a little child support, and laugh up your sleeve at me."
She tried to speak, to explain how much that decision and the money she sent cost her, but his arm was still blocking her airway.
"Shellye pointed it out to me. Virginia's eyes are blue. You and I are both brown eyed. No one in my family has had blue eyes for generations, you whore. So I had us tested. DNA, not just blood. Doesn't match. Not one single marker. You're a scientist," he spat the word as if it were an epithet, "you know what that means. She's not mine. I'm getting the court decree overturned. Virginia is your problem, tramp. You deal with her."
"Let her go!"
Michael was pulled off Sara by the enraged pair of Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown. Sara didn't move, still stunned by Michael's presence, Michael's rage, and Michael's news.
Michael jerked himself out of Nick and Warrick's arms and stalked over to where a small blonde woman sat, a dark haired child on her lap. He took the child from her and walked back to Sara, thrusting the girl into her arms.
"She's your problem now, slut."
Warrick and Nick both started to grab him, but Sara shook her head. They both backed off, but watched the other man warily. Nick's right hand hovered over the butt of his gun in a distinctly menacing gesture. Sara was touched by their support, but she wanted Michael out of the lab and out of her life for good. Again.
Shellye looked as Sara with a smug smile as she and Michael left the lab. Sara knew the other woman hadn't wanted to raise Sara's child. But Michael Sullivan wasn't the type of man to give up anything that was his. Not his wife, not his child - or at least not without a fight. Sara had given up Virginia as a chance to get away. It hadn't been an easy choice, and if Grissom hadn't given her the chance to start over in Vegas she might have gone back to Michael.
"Sara? What was that all about?"
Nick's quiet voice broke into her thoughts. Sara looked down at the two year old in her arms. Her big blue eyes stared up at Sara. -His- eyes. A daughter from a night neither talked about, when both had been slightly drunk and lonely and in a hotel in San Diego. A daughter she would never tell him about, because she didn't want to force him to do something he might regret. Something they both might regret.
"My ex-husband decided he didn't want to raise our daughter," Sara said calmly, though the words sounded strange to her ears. Both men were startled by her sentence, neither knowing about her past life. Grissom had, but not all of it. Same as she hadn't known all of it.
Ginny looked at her mother, uncertain. It had been so long since the two of them had seen each other. "Come on, Ginny. I'll take you home," Sara said, smiling reassuringly. Ginny didn't look reassured.
"Sara, don't you need a car seat or something?" Nick asked, worried about Sara. He knew she didn't like children all that much.
"I think her ex left one," Warrick said, nodding toward the car seat and box of items left by the door.
"He would have," Sara said. "Michael always does that." When Sara had left him, he had boxed up all her things and brought them to the first court hearing. He had managed to get Sara cut out of Ginny's life completely. And now that he knew Ginny wasn't his daughter, he was cutting her off as well. A few more boxes would probably join the car seat and the box full of clothes and toys in a few days. Everything relating to Virginia Sullivan would be removed from Michael's house. Sara would bet her next paycheck on Michael using the DNA results to have his name removed from the birth certificate.
Michael Sullivan never left loose ends in his life. And to him, Sara and Virginia Sidle were loose ends to be cut off completely, without looking back.
Sara hugged Ginny to her. Ginny was not a loose end to her. Ginny was irrevocably tied into her life. Ginny was her future.
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R (language, mostly)
Category: Mixed - Romance, UST, angst etc. Mainly involves Sara, Warrick, and Grissom.
Spoilers: Some of the first season, but nothing specific.
Summary: Sara's past comes back to affect her present and her future.
Archived: Will be at my website at some point, also on Fanfiction.net. Other places, please ask first.
Disclaimer: If they appear on CSI, they belong to those companies, CBS, and the actors who make them come alive. The other characters, as well as the plot lines, are mine (or I'm theirs, never quite sure which). Done purely for enjoyment and not for profit.
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It was him. She was sure of it. There was no mistaking the six-foot-two man with black hair, brown eyes and an exquisitely tailored black suit standing in the reception area. Michael. The main reason she had moved to Las Vegas. To get away from him and his mind games. She started to turn around, to leave the reception area before he spotted her, but she wasn't fast enough. She never had been.
His hand grabbed her upper arm and spun her around. "You little slut."
No one else was around to stop him, or hear him. She looked at him like he was insane. "Get your hands off me."
"Not until I've had my say. You used me. Think you could play me like that and get away with it? Not a chance."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she hissed, upset that he would try to blame her for something. Michael was the one who had ruined their marriage. Michael had beat her, belittled her, sometimes sexually abused her, then gone on his merry way and found another woman he could control. The only difference being this one was blonde.
"I'm talking about Virginia."
Ginny? "I don't know what --" her voice was cut off as he shoved her against a wall, his arm across her throat.
"You thought you had gotten away with it all. Get out of the marriage, move to Sin City, and leave me to raise another man's bastard. You pay a little child support, and laugh up your sleeve at me."
She tried to speak, to explain how much that decision and the money she sent cost her, but his arm was still blocking her airway.
"Shellye pointed it out to me. Virginia's eyes are blue. You and I are both brown eyed. No one in my family has had blue eyes for generations, you whore. So I had us tested. DNA, not just blood. Doesn't match. Not one single marker. You're a scientist," he spat the word as if it were an epithet, "you know what that means. She's not mine. I'm getting the court decree overturned. Virginia is your problem, tramp. You deal with her."
"Let her go!"
Michael was pulled off Sara by the enraged pair of Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown. Sara didn't move, still stunned by Michael's presence, Michael's rage, and Michael's news.
Michael jerked himself out of Nick and Warrick's arms and stalked over to where a small blonde woman sat, a dark haired child on her lap. He took the child from her and walked back to Sara, thrusting the girl into her arms.
"She's your problem now, slut."
Warrick and Nick both started to grab him, but Sara shook her head. They both backed off, but watched the other man warily. Nick's right hand hovered over the butt of his gun in a distinctly menacing gesture. Sara was touched by their support, but she wanted Michael out of the lab and out of her life for good. Again.
Shellye looked as Sara with a smug smile as she and Michael left the lab. Sara knew the other woman hadn't wanted to raise Sara's child. But Michael Sullivan wasn't the type of man to give up anything that was his. Not his wife, not his child - or at least not without a fight. Sara had given up Virginia as a chance to get away. It hadn't been an easy choice, and if Grissom hadn't given her the chance to start over in Vegas she might have gone back to Michael.
"Sara? What was that all about?"
Nick's quiet voice broke into her thoughts. Sara looked down at the two year old in her arms. Her big blue eyes stared up at Sara. -His- eyes. A daughter from a night neither talked about, when both had been slightly drunk and lonely and in a hotel in San Diego. A daughter she would never tell him about, because she didn't want to force him to do something he might regret. Something they both might regret.
"My ex-husband decided he didn't want to raise our daughter," Sara said calmly, though the words sounded strange to her ears. Both men were startled by her sentence, neither knowing about her past life. Grissom had, but not all of it. Same as she hadn't known all of it.
Ginny looked at her mother, uncertain. It had been so long since the two of them had seen each other. "Come on, Ginny. I'll take you home," Sara said, smiling reassuringly. Ginny didn't look reassured.
"Sara, don't you need a car seat or something?" Nick asked, worried about Sara. He knew she didn't like children all that much.
"I think her ex left one," Warrick said, nodding toward the car seat and box of items left by the door.
"He would have," Sara said. "Michael always does that." When Sara had left him, he had boxed up all her things and brought them to the first court hearing. He had managed to get Sara cut out of Ginny's life completely. And now that he knew Ginny wasn't his daughter, he was cutting her off as well. A few more boxes would probably join the car seat and the box full of clothes and toys in a few days. Everything relating to Virginia Sullivan would be removed from Michael's house. Sara would bet her next paycheck on Michael using the DNA results to have his name removed from the birth certificate.
Michael Sullivan never left loose ends in his life. And to him, Sara and Virginia Sidle were loose ends to be cut off completely, without looking back.
Sara hugged Ginny to her. Ginny was not a loose end to her. Ginny was irrevocably tied into her life. Ginny was her future.