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thing I don't or you don't know what I might do...mwahaha!
Anyway, please review, and tell me if it was the worst thing you've ever read, or if it, by some miraculous chance, it wasn't half bad...just review...I DON'T REALLY CARE! Reviews are like food to a starving fanfiction writer...anyway, here goes!
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"Sara? Can you come into my office for a minute please? There's something I need to talk to you about." Sara looked at Gil Grissom worriedly. He was leaning on the door for support, and his face looked white and haunted.
"What is it?" She gasped, closing the door in a daze. Her mind ran through the list of things that would make Grissom look like he did. There was only one reason...and it better not be that...
"Charlie has been kidnapped."
Sara sat down in a nearby chair with a thump. She felt for a minute that she was drowning in disbelief and terror, and the room began to spin. A mother's worst nightmare had just become a reality for Sara Grissom...
She still remembered their wedding day with the utmost clarity. Catherine had nodded with a knowing smile, and had asked what had taken so long. Nick, Warrick, and Greg had been there too...grinning like idiots the entire time, though she remembered that Greg had acted a little wistful when he told her that she looked beautiful in her dress. And then there was Grissom...When she saw him standing there, waiting for her, she felt like she was floating down the aisle, the world around her muting, and focusing on one point in space, her love, her future...Grissom.
It wasn't soon after that she found out she was pregnant. At first, she was a little dubious (she had never been that good with kids), but some of Grissom's delirious joy soon transferred to her, and she excitedly awaited the day when Charles Andrew Grissom would arrive into the world. When he did come, Sara thought he was the most beautiful baby in the world. He had a wave of surprisingly black hair, his mother's chocolate eyes, and a gap- toothed grin that suited his cheerful, good-natured disposition. But if Sara loved Charlie, it was no comparison to how Grissom felt about his son. He adored him...all the more because he looked so much like his mother. Over time, the chubby baby grew into an adorable four year old, and Sara learned that she couldn't remember life without him...
And now he was gone. Sara looked at Grissom with wide eyes, quickly filling up with tears. He was at her side in a second...holding her tight, allowing her to cry into his chest. She stayed there a long time, glad for the temporary protection his arms around her gave, but she knew she'd have to face the world at some point. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to face it head on...but first she needed her moment of weakness. When she pulled from him, she noticed that his eyes were damp too.
"Alright," she said with a steady, controlled tone, dashing the remaining treacherous tears from her eyes.
"Is anyone at the scene yet?"
**That scene is her house, the home she just left a few hours ago, with her Charlie waving goodbye from the window...NO**
"We're CSI's dammit. Crime is what we know. We'll find him, Grissom, don't worry. I'll find him."
Grissom sighed in relief. That was his Sara. The Sara he knew and loved with all his heart. He had been desperately afraid when he had called Sara over to tell her, and when he saw her face, another part of his heart broke, the part that was still left after the phone call from Brass...
"Yes, Sara. I know. Now, we are going to need to go out there, and I'm going to tell the rest of the team what has happened. They have to know." Wordlessly, she nodded.
***
In the breakroom, everything was perfectly normal...or as normal as things could get with the nightshift. Greg and Nick were squabbling, and Warrick and Catherine listened, egging them on, or adding in an occasional comment of their own. When Sara walked into the breakroom with Grissom's arm around her shoulder to support her, they were assailed with Nick and Greg clamoring for their point of view to be heard. Then Catherine saw Sara's tear-stained face, fell silent, and shot a dagger-filled look at the others.
"I have your assignments," Grissom said wearily. Catherine looked enquiringly at him, but he pretended not to notice.
"Sara...you and I will take an apparent suicide on the Strip." At that point, it was Sara who was looking at him. She stared at him in open mouthed amazement, daring him to do what she thought he was going to do.
"The rest of you...Catherine, Warrick, Nick? You'll be working on the kidnapping of Charles Grissom." There was dead silence in the breakroom. The petty squabble had been completely forgotten. Finally Catherine managed to croak out...
"Grissom...what? Details please..."
"His babysitter phoned it in. She had been knocked out, but when she regained consciousness, she found Charlie missing and a note, so she called 911 immediately."
"Grissom. May I talk to you outside please?" Sara said tightly, being painfully polite. Then she exploded.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Assigning me to a suicide when my son's out there? I can't believe you'd...don't you care about him?" The last words struck home.
"Yes, I do care! Which is exactly why I'm not letting either of us take this case, though I'd do anything to be able to... The other three will do everything they can do to find him, you know that. And you also know that if his parents processed the scene, the kidnapper's lawyers would latch on to that...say we compromised the evidence somehow. Sara...please...this is as difficult for me as it is for you. Remember that you're a CSI, and remember your training."
"I can't believe you! You pretend to love him, pretend to care about us. It's easy for you to say 'stay away,' you don't have any feelings! You're the perfect, impersonal CSI at all times. Uncaring, cold... What do you care that you're only son is missing? You're a CSI, so you aren't allowed to have emotions. I hate you, and I'm damn well going to do all that I can to find MY child, no matter what YOUR excuse is! Go to hell!" With that parting sentiment, Sara stomped off. Grissom stood where he was...stricken. How could Sara think about him like that? How could she not know that his love for Charlie was only paled by his love for her? Did he really come across as so inhuman?
Finally, he moved. He walked to his office, where it had all began, locked the door, and sat down at his desk with his head in his hands.
Sara was fuming. She couldn't believe what Grissom had just done. How could he possible twist the facts to make it seem like it wouldn't be a good idea for her to process her own son's case? Shows what a sort of person he was! Well, she wouldn't listen to his lies. Of course she would find Charlie. There was nothing else more obvious than that! Just then, Catherine walked quickly up to her, looking as mad as Sara felt.
"Sara, come with me," she stated. It wasn't a question. Catherine led her to Grissom's office.
"What the hell are we...?"
"Shhh, just look." Sara stared through the window at Grissom, sitting there forlornly. For the first time, she felt a small pang of guilt, but she pushed it away resolutely. He deserves to be unhappy! Sara turned angrily away. Catherine shrugged. She had done what she needed to do. Sara's conscience and love would do the rest.
Sara plopped down in a chair in the breakroom, and thought about her conversation with Grissom. At first, she was comfortingly furious. But then the small pang that had been plaguing her earlier came back with reinforcements. She couldn't get that picture of Grissom out of her head...his forehead resting on his desk, looking so defeated and unhappy. Her Grissom. She couldn't remember ever seeing him look that way. Silent tears began to stream down her face, despite her resolution not to cry. Finally, screwing up her courage, she walked to his door and knocked.
Seeing her there, Grissom was tempted not to open the door. Why subject himself to another angry tirade? Then, he noticed she was crying. No matter what she had said to him, seeing her cry was ten times worse. So he opened the door.
"Yes, Sara?" Grissom asked, his eyes dull.
"Oh, Griss, I'm so sorry!" She cried, feeling even worse. "You know I didn't mean anything I said! I was just so worried about Charlie...and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." She lowered her voice, and whispered sadly, "I love you Grissom..."
Grissom would have killed himself then if it meant stopping her tears.
"It's all right, Sara. It's OK. I love you too, with all my soul. I know you didn't mean what you said. It's OK." But his eyes said that he knew she had meant it...and that he wouldn't forget as fast as he would forgive. The wound was still there, especially because he knew what she had said was true.
"Grissom?" Sara sniffled, giving him a watery smile. "I think I'm ready to go work that suicide now...."
Anyway, please review, and tell me if it was the worst thing you've ever read, or if it, by some miraculous chance, it wasn't half bad...just review...I DON'T REALLY CARE! Reviews are like food to a starving fanfiction writer...anyway, here goes!
*****
"Sara? Can you come into my office for a minute please? There's something I need to talk to you about." Sara looked at Gil Grissom worriedly. He was leaning on the door for support, and his face looked white and haunted.
"What is it?" She gasped, closing the door in a daze. Her mind ran through the list of things that would make Grissom look like he did. There was only one reason...and it better not be that...
"Charlie has been kidnapped."
Sara sat down in a nearby chair with a thump. She felt for a minute that she was drowning in disbelief and terror, and the room began to spin. A mother's worst nightmare had just become a reality for Sara Grissom...
She still remembered their wedding day with the utmost clarity. Catherine had nodded with a knowing smile, and had asked what had taken so long. Nick, Warrick, and Greg had been there too...grinning like idiots the entire time, though she remembered that Greg had acted a little wistful when he told her that she looked beautiful in her dress. And then there was Grissom...When she saw him standing there, waiting for her, she felt like she was floating down the aisle, the world around her muting, and focusing on one point in space, her love, her future...Grissom.
It wasn't soon after that she found out she was pregnant. At first, she was a little dubious (she had never been that good with kids), but some of Grissom's delirious joy soon transferred to her, and she excitedly awaited the day when Charles Andrew Grissom would arrive into the world. When he did come, Sara thought he was the most beautiful baby in the world. He had a wave of surprisingly black hair, his mother's chocolate eyes, and a gap- toothed grin that suited his cheerful, good-natured disposition. But if Sara loved Charlie, it was no comparison to how Grissom felt about his son. He adored him...all the more because he looked so much like his mother. Over time, the chubby baby grew into an adorable four year old, and Sara learned that she couldn't remember life without him...
And now he was gone. Sara looked at Grissom with wide eyes, quickly filling up with tears. He was at her side in a second...holding her tight, allowing her to cry into his chest. She stayed there a long time, glad for the temporary protection his arms around her gave, but she knew she'd have to face the world at some point. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to face it head on...but first she needed her moment of weakness. When she pulled from him, she noticed that his eyes were damp too.
"Alright," she said with a steady, controlled tone, dashing the remaining treacherous tears from her eyes.
"Is anyone at the scene yet?"
**That scene is her house, the home she just left a few hours ago, with her Charlie waving goodbye from the window...NO**
"We're CSI's dammit. Crime is what we know. We'll find him, Grissom, don't worry. I'll find him."
Grissom sighed in relief. That was his Sara. The Sara he knew and loved with all his heart. He had been desperately afraid when he had called Sara over to tell her, and when he saw her face, another part of his heart broke, the part that was still left after the phone call from Brass...
"Yes, Sara. I know. Now, we are going to need to go out there, and I'm going to tell the rest of the team what has happened. They have to know." Wordlessly, she nodded.
***
In the breakroom, everything was perfectly normal...or as normal as things could get with the nightshift. Greg and Nick were squabbling, and Warrick and Catherine listened, egging them on, or adding in an occasional comment of their own. When Sara walked into the breakroom with Grissom's arm around her shoulder to support her, they were assailed with Nick and Greg clamoring for their point of view to be heard. Then Catherine saw Sara's tear-stained face, fell silent, and shot a dagger-filled look at the others.
"I have your assignments," Grissom said wearily. Catherine looked enquiringly at him, but he pretended not to notice.
"Sara...you and I will take an apparent suicide on the Strip." At that point, it was Sara who was looking at him. She stared at him in open mouthed amazement, daring him to do what she thought he was going to do.
"The rest of you...Catherine, Warrick, Nick? You'll be working on the kidnapping of Charles Grissom." There was dead silence in the breakroom. The petty squabble had been completely forgotten. Finally Catherine managed to croak out...
"Grissom...what? Details please..."
"His babysitter phoned it in. She had been knocked out, but when she regained consciousness, she found Charlie missing and a note, so she called 911 immediately."
"Grissom. May I talk to you outside please?" Sara said tightly, being painfully polite. Then she exploded.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Assigning me to a suicide when my son's out there? I can't believe you'd...don't you care about him?" The last words struck home.
"Yes, I do care! Which is exactly why I'm not letting either of us take this case, though I'd do anything to be able to... The other three will do everything they can do to find him, you know that. And you also know that if his parents processed the scene, the kidnapper's lawyers would latch on to that...say we compromised the evidence somehow. Sara...please...this is as difficult for me as it is for you. Remember that you're a CSI, and remember your training."
"I can't believe you! You pretend to love him, pretend to care about us. It's easy for you to say 'stay away,' you don't have any feelings! You're the perfect, impersonal CSI at all times. Uncaring, cold... What do you care that you're only son is missing? You're a CSI, so you aren't allowed to have emotions. I hate you, and I'm damn well going to do all that I can to find MY child, no matter what YOUR excuse is! Go to hell!" With that parting sentiment, Sara stomped off. Grissom stood where he was...stricken. How could Sara think about him like that? How could she not know that his love for Charlie was only paled by his love for her? Did he really come across as so inhuman?
Finally, he moved. He walked to his office, where it had all began, locked the door, and sat down at his desk with his head in his hands.
Sara was fuming. She couldn't believe what Grissom had just done. How could he possible twist the facts to make it seem like it wouldn't be a good idea for her to process her own son's case? Shows what a sort of person he was! Well, she wouldn't listen to his lies. Of course she would find Charlie. There was nothing else more obvious than that! Just then, Catherine walked quickly up to her, looking as mad as Sara felt.
"Sara, come with me," she stated. It wasn't a question. Catherine led her to Grissom's office.
"What the hell are we...?"
"Shhh, just look." Sara stared through the window at Grissom, sitting there forlornly. For the first time, she felt a small pang of guilt, but she pushed it away resolutely. He deserves to be unhappy! Sara turned angrily away. Catherine shrugged. She had done what she needed to do. Sara's conscience and love would do the rest.
Sara plopped down in a chair in the breakroom, and thought about her conversation with Grissom. At first, she was comfortingly furious. But then the small pang that had been plaguing her earlier came back with reinforcements. She couldn't get that picture of Grissom out of her head...his forehead resting on his desk, looking so defeated and unhappy. Her Grissom. She couldn't remember ever seeing him look that way. Silent tears began to stream down her face, despite her resolution not to cry. Finally, screwing up her courage, she walked to his door and knocked.
Seeing her there, Grissom was tempted not to open the door. Why subject himself to another angry tirade? Then, he noticed she was crying. No matter what she had said to him, seeing her cry was ten times worse. So he opened the door.
"Yes, Sara?" Grissom asked, his eyes dull.
"Oh, Griss, I'm so sorry!" She cried, feeling even worse. "You know I didn't mean anything I said! I was just so worried about Charlie...and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." She lowered her voice, and whispered sadly, "I love you Grissom..."
Grissom would have killed himself then if it meant stopping her tears.
"It's all right, Sara. It's OK. I love you too, with all my soul. I know you didn't mean what you said. It's OK." But his eyes said that he knew she had meant it...and that he wouldn't forget as fast as he would forgive. The wound was still there, especially because he knew what she had said was true.
"Grissom?" Sara sniffled, giving him a watery smile. "I think I'm ready to go work that suicide now...."
