Just a random story I came up with. Every time I listen to Juliet Simms' version of this song I think of Sara singing it as well. The end will reveal all. Just go with it. I hope you get a kick out of it lol. Tell me whatcha think. Do not own CSI, Juliet Simms, Aerosmith or this song...this story idea is all mine though ;) Lyrics and thoughts in italics!
"Cryin'!"
"Curtain call, Ms. Sidle." A man wearing a headset and holding a radio ushered her forward.
"Wh-wh-at?" Sara stuttered. Her forehead wrinkled as she looked around. A huge red curtain draped over a stage that was filled with other crew members.
"Everyone is waiting for you. You need to stand on your marker." The man held up his hand. "We got five minutes people!" He gave Sara a pat on the back and spoke encouraging words. As he walked away she repeated, "I've been practicing this? I know this song by heart? What is going on?" She peered down. She was wearing a long elegant red dress. She lifted it to reveal black pumps. Her eyes bulged at the pearl ring and bracelet she wore, as well as the earrings that hung from her ears. Quickly glancing around, Sara found a mirror backstage.
"Wow," she muttered. Her hair was naturally curly but subdued by spray. Mascara elongated her eye lashes and red lipstick covered her lips. With a long breath calmness overcame her. It's time to do this, she thought.
The same man sprinted towards her. "We got thirty seconds!"
"What song am I doing?"
"Cryin'!"
"But that's about a girl—"
"You know that. Remember what you practiced. Good luck. Break a leg. And don't be afraid to get mad." With that the nameless man vanished and Sara was alone center stage. Here goes nothing.
The curtain rose and bright lights blinded. Firm hands grabbed the mic. A fresh wound. Stitches. Partially covered by makeup. "The explosion," Sara whispered. "The rejection." She cursed inwardly, "Grissom."
The lights had dimmed somewhat and Sara could see Grissom sitting front and center. Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Brass, and even Greg were seated behind him. No one else was in the room. All this for something I should be doing to just Grissom? Oh boy—no! I look hot. This will make him feel like shit. Which he deserves...
"Hey guys. This one's for Grissom." The name sounded venomous coming off her lips.
Guitar strings vibrated off the walls. A different man was holding a guitar, signaling her start.
"There was a time
When I was so broken hearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
Ohhh the tables have turned, yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kind of love was the killin' kind
Now listen!
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed...
Sara could see her audience whispering to one another as she started singing.
"Grissom and Sara?! He's in for a load of shit. Have you heard this song?" Catherine asked Nick.
"I had no idea they were a thing! And yes, I'm a fan of Aerosmith."
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do - down on me...
"Get ready for this," Warrick nudged Greg.
"Oww! I was still on leave thank you very much. I wonder what Grissom did this time," huffed Greg out of frustration.
Now there's not even breathin' room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same...
Brass sighed and shook his head. Gil, you're dead meat. What have you done to this poor girl? You need to remove your head from your ass!
It's down on me
Yeah I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind
Man I gotta say
We're partners in crime...
Catherine and Greg laughed.
You got that certain something
What you give to me
Takes my breath away
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It's a fire I can't resist
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do to me...
"She's got a voice!" Greg yelled. Nick smacked him upside the head.
'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love
If you give your heart away...
Sara was fighting tears. I thought I could do this but I don't think I can anymore. One look from Grissom told her to keep going. He was practically slumped over, depressed face for miles. That gave her confidence to finish. She removed her jewelry and flung it at him. Then she slipped off her heels and threw them aside. The last to go was the dress' bottom. She ripped off the detachable bottom, revealing her long slender legs. Much better. Now I can finish rocking out to this song comfortably. She took hold of the mic and kicked the stand aside.
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do what you do down to me,
Baby, baby, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby
I was cryin'!"
She used all of her might on the last few notes. Now mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted, Sara smiled while taking a simultaneous bow and curtsey. She didn't forget to give a mocking smile and stick of the tongue to Grissom before walking offstage.
Sara peeked from behind the curtain to see the team hitting Grissom on the back and she inwardly smiled. She could see him mouth that he was an idiot.
"Time to get up, Ms. Sidle."
She gave a dumbfounded look to the nameless man.
"Time to get up, Ms. Sidle!"
"TIME TO GET UP, MS. SIDLE!"
Sara bolted upright in her bed. She grabbed her phone. "The day after the explosion." She double checked her hand. "Holy shit. What the hell kind of a dream was that?"
Hope that wasn't too Twilight Zone for you. I had fun writing this bizarre piece. So many songs remind me of GSR, I can't believe this is only my second song fic ever. If you didn't already know I'm a GSR fan (love Grissom). Nothing against him, I just had to do this one-shot.