Well hello there, thank you for stumbling upon this- it's another of my projects with Charlibubble. We were looking at some of the hilarious posts on 'Texts from Last Night' and thought you know what we should do- we should use this for a story. And alas here it is one night of debauchery involving the communication method of texting.
Due to excessive deadlines, exams and dissertation thesis fun posting will probably be once a week until further notice.
This chapter is somewhat angst-er than I wanted it to be, but worry not, it shall get amusing and light hearted as it goes!
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CSI: Texts from Last Night
'Sorry honey...I'm buried under paper work...won't be able to make it to Vegas' – Grissom to Sara
Time was such a strange concept Sara thought as she stared at the clock, watching as the hands slowly made their way around the face covered in numbers the second hand ticking guilty despite her wants for it to stop. The watch wrapped around her wrist was doing no better. Waiting seemed to tire her out without movement despite the stillness of her body her mind seemed to be racing.
She wanted to call him. Her phone was sitting waiting for her to press the numbers and listen to dial tones. Sara had a feeling that even if she did- he wouldn't answer- he knew what would be coming his way. All of the needs for self preservation would kick in and he would be avoiding her hoping that she would cool down before they spoke the next time.
They had barely spoken in the past six months- every time resulting in an argument and the fall out being days, sometimes weeks, of silence. The cold shoulder across miles seemed to mean so much more than it would have done had he been there.
Sara wondered how neither one of them had managed to make a confession of how exhausted they were yet. Jet lag, unpacking, back log at work and all of the other things were starting to wear thin- and if she was honest she was starting to ask herself if it all worth it. Everything seemed to have stopped. Their relationship had come to a standstill.
She wasn't proud of her temper. But anger seemed to be the only thing left to prove that she still felt something for this man, that after all these years she hadn't given up on wanting him to love her as much she loved him. He had chased her- surely that should have been enough.
But as she waited contemplating how empty her life had become Sara realised that it wasn't- that it never would be.
The ghost of red wine lingered on her lips and she found herself suddenly craving another glass of the bitter liquid wanting anything to silence the thoughts that were haunting her. Watching as the substance trickled in the glass Sara wondered how things could have been in another life. She had recently found herself going through all the decisions she'd made wondering if she could have changed the position she had found herself in.
A long time ago she had attempted to convince herself to believe in fate- that all of these happenings weren't her fault but as she looked around at the empty house she realised that perhaps they were. She had been so good at pushing people away- maybe that was what she had done this time.
All of these years she and Gil had been learning how to be apart.
The only person she hadn't been able to push away all of these years had been Greg Sanders. Despite all of her flaws and all of the problems she had created he had stuck by her side throughout the past thirteen years. He had written her letters while she had been away, done his best to keep up with her travelling.
And once she had returned, he had welcomed her back with an embrace that hadn't changed in the time they had been apart.
His loyalty to her was unwavering and despite her best attempts at finding his affections frustrating she couldn't help but be endeared by the way he was protective of her despite knowing how much she had already been hurt, how observant he was of her moods and how loving he was.
They were so in tune with each other sometimes she would find herself caught off guard by the way their eyes would meet across the room, and the knowing glances shared between them.
He'd changed as the years that had gone by but she had barely noticed. She had found herself feeling breathless as it occurred to her she loved the sound of his laugh. All of the cigarettes had worn on, the husky low tones making her shiver when he spoke.
Sara had found herself watching him wondering how he had grown up so much without her noticing. He'd matured in so many ways; he had become the kind of man she knew his mother would have been proud of.
And she had decided to blame the high temperature of a city scattered in the centre of the desert for everything else she had noticed. The suits he now wore refused to hide the broadness of his shoulders, his strong arms and his physique. It had been during a heat wave that her car had broken down and in the end she had taken Greg up on his offer to take a look at it.
Standing by the front door she watched him as he leant across the engine, his tensed arms tinkering with wires. A slight frown furrowed on his brow as he leaned further towards the engine, the heat of the sun beat down on him painting droplets of sweat on his skin. Sara absentmindedly licked her lips, the glass of cold lemonade in her hands trembling slightly.
Greg stood upright, his arms smeared with oil as he wiped away the moisture from his brow. He took a deep breath, attempting to grasp some air from the surroundings but she knew it was futile in this heat. He was cooking out there, calming herself she took a breath and made her way across to him, the lemonade stretched out in front of her and her teeth gently biting into her lip. She wondered how she had been able to pass twelve years without noticing how desirable he was.
How he had turned from sweet to... well sexy.
Perhaps she should have chosen him- maybe things would have fallen into place. Sara knew that Greg would have given her the life she had always wanted, he would have always been by her side trying to make her smile. But for some reason she wondered why that hadn't seemed like enough to her all of those years ago.
"Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars."
She'd lost the moon. She'd missed her chance and given her heart away without thinking. Sara remembered how Greg had once told her that the good guy never gets the girl, not in real life. It hadn't occurred to her until now how true that had been.
Wearing your heart in your sleeve only seemed to ensure that it would one day get broken.
Sara wondered if Grissom could see how much every thoughtless action would hurt her- if he had chosen to ignore it all, thinking that it would be fine. Fighting with him had never seemed right and even now when all she wanted to do bring up everything she had forgiven in the past Sara couldn't face the idea of hurting him.
She had let go of too much to be able to turn back now. All of these years she had spent worrying that one step wrong would lead her to be replaced and every one of his misguided actions had been forgiven without hesitation but something had changed.
Despite every single one of her best efforts at not wanting to confess this Sara realised that she couldn't bring herself to lie anymore.
She was no longer in love with him.