It
took a while for him to figure out how to say it, and fortunately, or
unfortunately, it just came out.
"You
know, maybe we should get married." He smiled at her, caught up in
the moment, until-
"Ouch."
She
turned her and over, the swelling had begun.
"Oh..
oh… ow!"
"I'm
sorry," He said, most caringly.He
stared at her, still smiling, and all the while through her pain, she
still managed to smile back at him.
"No."
"No?"
"No.
I can't do it."
"Oh,
um…" Grissom looked confused, his gaze returned to the hive."We
should finish up here."--'This
dream has followed me everywhere,'
she thought. 'Even
when I ran it still followed me.'
Sara
sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her clenched hands. She
understood now what Grissom must've felt when she just left him
standing there, in front of Hodges, of all people. 'I
should've just told him no. Instead I drug him along for no reason.
Why Sara? Why? All of this could've been avoided. Talk to the man,
he's grown. Tell him what's going on. He finally opens up to you,
and you close up on him. That wasn't fair, Sara. Not fair at all.'
She knew her dropping hints didn't work well with him, why she did
it, she didn't know. "Well, I wonder if I can fix it now." She
spoke to no one.
--
Grissom
heard a knock on the door, and decided he should actually get up for
once.
She
left him standing there a week ago, and he'd been sitting like a
duck, sitting in his own stew. Grissom reached the door, peeked out
and saw no one. He carefully opened the door and looked out. There,
on his porch was a letter. He realized he had stopped breathing, and
took in a deep breath. He picked up the letter and went back inside.
He knew.
--
He sat there on the couch, eyeing the letter that sat on his coffee table.
'What am I afraid of?'He opened the letter.
Up
and off to work again, going through the motions
I
bet she tried to warn me and I didn't even notice
till
I got home and found her gone
Left
with just a letter
Folded
with a key on top
Sitting
on the dresser
I
opened it
It
simply read
Look
and you will find me
I
won't be that far
I'll
be right here waiting for you with open arms
I
don't want to live without you
But
I can't go on like this
Torn
between the man I love and the one I'm living with
Its
a conflict of emotion
To
my heart I must be true
I
know that I need you
But
you have to need me too
So
if you get home and miss me in your life
You'll
find me
I
called her family asked everyone who knows her
Telling
them in detail all the things I should have told her
How
much she really means to me and how much I'm regretting
But
so far no one's heard from her and all that I am left with
Is
how I let her go
And
the letter she wrote saying you'll find me
I
spent the next eight hours wondering where on earth you were
It
was getting late, I was getting tired and growing more concerned
When
all at once it hit me, that piano bar back home
Where
I asked you to marry me
And
there you were alone
I
knew I would find you
And
how it warmed my heart
To
see you right there waiting for me with open arms
Said
I don't know where I'm going, but I can't go on like this
The
thought of life without you is something I just can't live with
Its
a conflict of emotion
To
my heart I must be true
You
told me that you need me
Well,
girl I need you too
So
if you come home and want me in your life
You'll
find me
You'll
find me
You'll
find me
He
gasped. Closed the letter, and stood up.
It
all went so fast. He showered, ran from room to room grabbing a
shirt, socks, shoes, and finally, his keys. He knew where she'd
be.
--
He
drove fast, and when he finally reached his destination, dust kicked
up all around the SUV.
He
got out and walked around, looking over the sheets carefully, not
wanting to miss her. Not again.
He
came to the overpass, and walked to the middle, directly
underneath.
He
turned 360º in a circle.
He
saw nothing.
Then
he heard a sound, a crack. Something like a shoe on a stick.
Grissom
turned to face her.
He
whispered in disbelief, "Sara..."
She
walked slowly towards him, head down, hands in her jacket pockets,
scuffing the
ground
with her shoes.
She
couldn't keep eye contact with him.
The memories came flooding back:
"What
are you doing here?""Contextualizing.
Shopping cart in the lab is like a lion in a zoo. I needed to see it
in its natural habitat."He
was remembering. Remembering how on that night, she looked so
beautiful.
Remembering
how she mimicked every move he made, like a dance in the moonlight.
"How'd
you know?"
"You always said you considered our encounter here the most romantic. I guess I'm going soft."
"You always were soft, that's why I fell.." she paused and choked back tears, "That's why I fell in love with you."
He drew closer, and wrapped his arms around her.
She began to giggle.
"What?"
he stepped back from her, and studied her face.
"Either it was you being a softy, or the way your ass looked in jeans."
He couldn't help but smile.
"Does this mean you're coming home?"
"Yea," she began to tear up, "I'm coming home."
They held hands and walked slowly together in silence.
"Sara?"
Grissom turned to confront her.
She said nothing, only waited for a response.
"I've done a lot of things wrong, but there's one thing I know I need to do right."
He reached in his pocket and pulled something out.
"Marry me. Not for the tradition. Not for the certificate. Not for the Ceremony. Marry me because you love me."
Sara grew wide eyed. Sara never considered herself much of a girly-girl, more like a tomboy, but the squeal that escaped her surprised her. She threw her arms around his neck.
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Let's do it."
She gave him a kiss and drew her head back.
"You haven't shaved," she said as she smiled.
"I was waiting for you."
