Author's Note: I know, I know, another MCSK fic, but this is gonna be quite different. First of all, it may seem GSR, but all it not what it seems. It will turn into Grillows. This is a tragedy fic, but again, I tell you, all is not what it seems. I actually had this idea spurt into my head after checking out the spoilers on and let me tell you, I am pretty damn depressed! I seriously want to kill the writers of CSI (unfortunately, it's not legal, so that's not happening. lol) I'm not a big fan of GSR, but Sara's one of my all-time favorite characters on the show, so in a way, I'm rebelling. Did I mention this may be a spoiler fic for the 7th season finale? PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Rated T for upcoming chapters--Violence, Swearing, Gore and Adult Situations
Disclaimer: I'll never own CSI, but if I did, the season finale would be so completely different, and Grillows would reign! And Jorja Fox wouldn't leave CSI until the show ended, God willing it never does! I'm gonna go cry now, thank you very much!
Chapter 1: Sara
We were going to go to dinner tonight. There I stood in front of my bed, trying to pick which dress to wear to Della Robbia's. He loved it there, said it was the best damn Italian he would ever have without having to step into Italy itself. Whenever he talks of Rome, Milan, or Venice and the sights there, I can't help but be transported into that place. I wanna be in that cafe, or the temple of Athena, I want to be in the middle of the Acropolis, watching all the commoners and Roman senators haggling prices over lamb and beef. Tonight, we would be as near to them as ever, sipping our red wine and dining on our amazing pasta. Rich and foreign scents would fill the air tonight, and we would dance together to the songs of the sirens. I saw us dancing, and he would twirl me around and around and the music would never end. And neither would we.
I stared again onto my bed. Two choices were given to me, Crimson Velvet or my Canary Lace. My canary yellow dress made me stand out in a crowd, bright like the sun, but I always felt like a little girl when I wore it around him. Tonight, I wanted to be something enigmatic and dark. The crimson velvet dress drew his attention more, and I knew how much he loved the feel of it between his fingers when we danced. I grabbed the Crimson Velvet and slipped over my black La Perla lingerie. Running to the mirror, I checked myself over. Makeup; Excellent. Hair; Beautifully Curled. Dress; Irresistable. Self-Confidence; Sky High.
My mouth grew to a smile that spread to the corner of my eyes; Maybe, just maybe, love existed tonight. Giggles escaped from my lips, and they became so loud and uncontrollable. I was going to win him tonight, my prize, and he would stay with me, forever. I would never again have to wait for a romantic rumour to never burst into reality. Reality was tonight. Tonight was forever.
"You love me. Love me. Please, tonight, say you love me. If you love me Gil Grissom, me loving you won't be so far away."
I spread my arms out wide and spinned around the room. This was all just a dream wasn't it? Spin, Sara, spin away. Fly away, and know that someone out there may just love you tonight.
The spinning stopped, and my arm twisted in pain. Someone in black, his face covered, his gloved hand wrenching my arm in pain, stopping my spinning. I tried to fight, really I did. Tried my damned hardest to fight back, but he yanked me into his chest. I screamed his name, "Gil! Gil!" But no one came, only a syringe in the man in black's other hand slamming into my arm.
Everything is faded, and my world's disappeared into thin air. Where is my forever?
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