Disclaimer: I own nothing. 'Tis sad.
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Grissom lay on his couch, eyes closed, legs crossed at the ankles, trying simply to relax. But despite his attempts, he couldn't. He felt empty. Alone. It was strange. Most of his adult life had been spent alone. And he had enjoyed his solitude.
Now it seemed painful.
Like something was missing.
Her presence was everywhere. In subtle touches, of course. She never was one for overly dramatic feminine touches. Her toothbrush in the bathroom, her pillow in the bedroom, her books next to his on the shelf.
Six months. She had turned his world, so to speak, upside down in six months. Well, actually it was more like six years, but six months since they'd been together. He had never been so captivated by someone so quickly. Then again, she was Sara.
Stubborn, persistent, beautiful, sweet Sara. His Sara.
Titling his head up, he heard the distinct scraping of metal on metal. He smiled; she was home.