Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI characters.
Authors Note: Thanks to suggestions from reader's, I have decided to reorganize the story. So here it goes...
Summary: This is a story about Grissom, mostly. What he wants out of life. As a significant part of his life, Sara is a significant part in the story as well. So this is a story about them.
If Tomorrow Never Comes...
Gil Grissom was on his way out the door of the Las Vegas Crime Lab when Sara came striding in from the opposite direction.
"Griss, I need to tell you something," she said by way of greeting, her tone insistent but not urgent.
Grissom looked at her with sympathetic eyes but answered, "I have to get to a decomp on the outskirts of town."
She looked at him. "Bugs?"
"Yeah. But we'll talk later." She looked down at her hands which had clasped together in front of her stomach in a nervous gesture, and he touched her arm. "I promise."
She gave him a small smile and nodded without saying a word.
After shift, Grissom had gone home to his townhouse, started making dinner for two, and waited for Sara to come. That was around 11AM.
At 12:15 he checked his watch again. For good measure, he checked the other clocks in the kitchen. Sara had not come in yet.
Meanwhile, the food was extremely well done, and no longer recognizable as anything edible. Grissom sighed as he looked done at the charred remnants of his dinner, but he was not really concentrating on the dinner at present.
Just then, his cell phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts.
"Grissom…What do you mean, what happened?...Where is she?...I'm on my way."