Hey again! I wasn't entirely happy with the fic I just posted so I decided to post this one. I got the inspiration from it from my comment at the end of that fic addressing Sandle shipping. Anyway, I hope you like this one. It's not actually a sandle romance but it contains thoughts of sandle romance. Takes place after A Kiss Before Frying. I don't own CSI
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
Dido
Greg Sanders stalked into the break room and angrily tossed himself onto the worn-out old box of springs that the crime lab called a couch. This whole ordeal with Ellen had left him completely emotionally drained for many reasons. It could have been because he wanted to be with someone so bad that he ignored all the signs and let her weave him into her web of lies and deception. Another, more plausible reason, however, was that he actually had fallen for her as hard as he had fallen for Sara and she broke his heart.
Sara. The first hint of a smile in days crossed his tired features as he allowed his mind to stray to the beautiful brunette that he had harbored unrequited feelings for for years…not so secret feelings, he might add. In fact, one of her first real conversations with him after her return to Vegas last year was to make sure he was alright after she had made her marriage to Grissom known. Truth be told, he hadn't been completely alright, but as long as she was happy he was okay with it. He had resigned himself a long time ago to the fact that he just wasn't meant to be anything but her best friend; so, when she asked, he just smiled and said that he was glad she was happy while excusing himself to go to the date he had that night. It was true that he dated often, but it always came back to one simple yet frustrating fact: They weren't her.
Looking morosely into the depths of his coffee, Greg supposed that he dated so much because if he looked long enough, he might just find another Sara. He quickly banished the thought from his mind as he downed the brown liquid.
No. There would never be another Sara. Not in a million years. No one else could smile that same gap-toothed smile. No one else had the exact wave or shine to her hair, and no one else like that was his best friend.
A noise broke Greg from his depressing thoughts as the very object of them came through the door, griping at someone on the phone. From what he could ascertain, it was Grissom…something about his mother giving her trouble. He knew it was just a brief hiccup in an otherwise happy marriage, but Greg couldn't help but feel the hope well up in him once again. As Sara left the break room with a cup of coffee in hand, still griping at Grissom, Greg's mouth curled into a small smile. He was in love. He would not be raising the white flag in defeat. It would stay that way until his last breath…even if his place was by her side as her best friend.
Well, there it is. I hope you like this one. I'm proud of it. I'll try to get into doing longer fics again soon.
