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Set after Goodbye and Good luck.
Whiskey
Whiskey is what Grissom drank after finding out about one of his own getting shot. It's what he drank before getting up the nerve to call Sara and ask her to come to Las Vegas. It's what he drank also the night he found out about Holly Gibbs' death.
Whiskey had always been there for Grissom through the rough times in his life. Through all those rough nights on the job.
It's what he turned to when Sara yelled at him and told him she might be leaving Las Vegas. It's what comforted him when he found out that Sara was seeing someone. It's who he went out for dinner with that night, after Sara had asked him out.
Whiskey soon became is companion. Something that was there for him on those sleepless nights. Something to cuddle up to at night. Maybe not as comfortable as a girlfriend, but just as warm.
It was there when Sara cried in his arms and told him about her family. It helped block out images of Sara as a child getting abused. It was also there for him when Sara got attacked.
Whiskey and Grissom had a fairly good relationship but then things went sour after Nick was buried alive. Whiskey had not been there for Grissom because Sara was there for him instead.
Sara soon became the one to wipe away Grissom's tears. She was the one to ease him back to sleep. She was there for him on the roughest nights.
It was then Whiskey and Grissom parted. They had 5 good years together but it was over. They had both changed.
Whiskey didn't reappear back in Grissom's life until a few years later, after Sara had been kidnapped. He had needed it when he didn't know were Sara was, if she was alive or not. He needed it again when Sara lay on that hospital bed. The thought of losing her again for good and being alone scared him to death.
Now ever since Sara as left Grissom's life, Whiskey as become his friend again. It was making regular appearances. Not because Grissom missed the bitter taste of its liquid or the affect it had on him in the morning. No… he needed whiskey because it was the only thing that seemed to fill up the giant hole in his heart that Sara had left.