Wish You Were Here

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A/N: short, but hopefully worthwhile.


She tried to forget.

She wouldn't turn back to alcohol. She'd promised him she wouldn't, though it had certainly been tempting.

She missed him.

She missed him bad.

At night when she pulled the cold unfamiliar sheets up around her, she would let her mind drift back to the feeling of his embrace; of his scent, to the feel of his muscular arms around her. And she would cry herself to sleep.

Most nights.

The nights she didn't go through this routine she usually found herself wrapped in a blanket and staring out the window wondering what he was doing at that very moment.

On those nights sleep never came.

On those nights she re-lived all of her favorite memories—all of which had occurred over the last two years of her life. All of them involved him.

It was inescapable really. When someone becomes so entwined in another's life that every fiber, every thread that weaves together to create that thing that is the tapestry of life—when two beings become one—it is then that one cannot exist without the other. This is notion she found herself believing.

As she walked numbly through her past.

As she faced her ghosts head on.

It was why she'd left in the first place; to be able to be whole for him. So that they could truly be one.

As much pain as she was certain he was feeling, she was sure the payoff would be worth it. She'd been there herself. On the other side. Waiting. Waiting for the right time. And then they'd finally found each other. But she later realized that he hadn't been the one she'd been waiting for. Not really. She'd been hiding the truth from herself. And from him, and that just wasn't fair.

So she'd left him just after they'd started on the path to a new life together. She tried to explain in her letter (for which she berated herself for every day-though it wasn't as if she hadn't tried talking to him first). Still, he deserved so much more. She loved him more than life itself, from his morning breath to his straw hat she loved every part of him.

He deserved her whole self, and so here she was getting rid of her baggage.


Sara woke to a cold room.

She groaned as she uncurled her legs from under her.

Standing from the couch on which she'd fallen asleep she peered out the window to survey the scene before her. It wasn't much. Below her second story window stood an elderly couple out for a morning stroll. The woman had stopped to feed some pigeons. The man had continued on to the newsstand to buy a paper. She watched as the gentleman, complete with old-man hat, extended his hand to his beloved and looked to her tenderly. She watched as they continued to amble down the sidewalk hand-in-hand.

She wanted to be that old couple with Grissom.

She licked her lips and was startled to taste a saltiness. Then she realized she'd started crying. Smiling at her progress she turned to ready herself for the day.


He was surprised to see it sitting there amongst the usual bills and journal subscriptions.

He wasn't sure at first that it was, in fact, for him. Maybe it was mistakenly sent here.

A post-card with the words "Wish You Were Here" emblazoned across the front of some tropical location.

But when he turned it over he immediately recognized her familiar handwriting and felt his entire body ease.

Gil,

Don't freak out, I'm not really on some tropical island. I just wanted something that would get your attention. Well, that and I really do wish you were here. I miss you like crazy.

Good news: I'm breaking ground. Each day I take new steps toward breakthrough. And, more importantly, toward you.

I miss you so much.

I love you, always,

Sara

fin


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