Rating: M for later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, anything CSI related or anything else in this story (except for the fact that I wrote the story itself)
Summary: Sequel to 'The Dagger in his Heart'. Read that one first or this one won't make sense. What happened next…?
Thanks so much for the reviews! Most of you wanted a sequel so here it is. I'm attempting to work out chapters so if this goes wrong I'm sorry.
Warning! Spoilers through to series 6
PS. I use English spellings E.g. colour, jewellery, metre (just to clear up any confusion)
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Pulling out his cell phone, Grissom felt the familiar wave of panic clutching his stomach. He wished Sara would answer the phone at the first ring when he called her; she still wasn't safe from harm. The storm brewing outside his Denali was doing nothing to calm him down when there was still no answer after the second ring. Squinting through the rain pellets battering the windshield, he began to hold his breath until a soothing low voice finally answered.
"Sidle." The voice he had been longing to hear calmed the inner storm inside his chest momentarily while the sky waged war on the ground outside. The distinct tremble in the voice stopped him mid-sigh. He knew that it had happened again, his fear growing with every second.
"Sara, it's me. What's happened this time?" He closed his eyes waiting for the news he had been dreading, though snapping them open again when he remembered he was driving. Just in time, he swerved out of the way of an oncoming pickup truck and back into his lane before remembering where he was in the never ending journey home. His heart pounded so loudly that he was sure Sara would hear down the phone, never mind the blaring horn from the truck.
"Gris? What the hell just happened?" Her voice sounded strong and alert again as he slowed into the driveway at last; that car journey seemed to last an age.
"Nothing's happened, just car trouble. I'm home now; I'll talk to you in a second." He hung up, bracing himself for the tidal wave awaiting his return. It only took him seconds to reach the front door, but he may as well have swum through the air. Shaking his head like a shaggy dog, he quickly found his key, attacking the stiff lock. He cursed under his breath as the door jammed after a few inches, only to hear her voice from behind the door.
"Who's there?" Although her voice was strong and undeterred, Grissom could detect the fear in Sara's voice. Realising that the chain was on the door, he slipped his ID through the gap.
"It's me Sara. Let me in before I drown!" He kept his voice light. If she'd locked the door, something bad must have happened this time. Peering through the gap in between the door and its frame, his gaze met a shining chocolate eye. Even surrounded by smudged mascara, it was still beautiful, warming Gil's shivering body more than any hot shower would ever do.
"Sorry Gris. You just…you need to see this." She shut the door, opening it a second later. Grissom rushed into the hallway, shrugging off his wet coat before pulling her into a bone breaking hug. He felt her relax against his chest, her slender frame rocking with fresh sobs. Stroking her hair, he moved them both to the living room sofa before carefully sitting down. When they had confessed their love for one another two weeks ago, both Gil and Sara had hoped that Nick would give up. Word at the lab was that he was back with Elsie again, earning them the reputation of the new Brangelina of the LVPD. The last promise Nick had made to Grissom, that he would win Sara back, was taking its toll on the new relationship between Gil and Sara.
"What was it this time honey?"
Sara pushed herself away from his chest, wiping her eyes before pointing at the video player underneath the TV. She looked at the machine as if it were a deadly snake, waiting for its prey to move before striking. Unwilling to let her go, Gil grabbed the remote, gripping Sara's hand. His imagination could not comprehend what could make the strongest woman in the world so visibly petrified. What could Nick have sent that was worse than the notes or the first ultrasound photograph from Sara's pregnancy?
After the first note had arrived, Sara had ran into the bathroom and thrown up. Afraid she was ill, Grissom had rushed to her side to find her clutching a piece of note paper in her hand. Taking the note, he led Sara to the kitchen for some strong coffee and began to read.
Dearest Sara,
I hope you're enjoying yourself with your Bugman cos it's not gonna last much longer. We were meant to be together Sara, he's not gonna affect everything we have and everything we will have. We know each other too well, like I know about how much you hate your murderer mother, and how your brother sold you off as payment for his dealers when you were seven. We would hate for everyone to know about that now, wouldn't we? Unless you want everyone to know your secrets and your boyfriend's head floating in the sewers, come back to me. Sara Louise Sidle, we are soul mates and I know your heart will lead you back to me soon.
Watch this space.
The photograph had reduced Sara to tears for 2 consecutive days. Was it not bad enough for a woman to lose her first child, let alone three in one go? Did she really need reminding of the pain? It was the poorest taste imaginable, even for a man desperate to win back his bride. Due to stress, Sara had not been back to work for a week. She had complained at first, but seeing Nick as she entered the building had sent her into overdrive. Instead, she had sat at home, assisting Grissom with paperwork when necessary and refusing to tell the police step in when more packages arrived through the door. Now, a fresh wave of fear paled her porcelain complexion as she stared at the television. She nodded, and Grissom tightened his hold on her before pressing play.
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Let me know what you think so far. I should hopefully be able to update fairly regularly, fingers crossed. Sorry about this first one being so short, they will be longer later on.