Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with CSI or Papa Roach, except for their CDs and DVDs.
A/N: This song is called Done With You by Papa Roach.
-I count the days we have spent apart, I've got a bad liver and a broken heart, there's no salvation in the comfort of you, and I've finally realized you're tearing me apart, so help me, save me, tell me that the end is near, help me, save me, tell me that the end is here—I am done with you!-
She watched him through the glass. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice her. She stood there, watching him peer down the microscope. She wanted to walk in there, knock the microscope over, destroy everything he was working on, and scream in his face for ignoring her for so long. To tell him what a bastard he's been to her the last two years. But she stayed behind the safety of the glass, watching him. What was he studying?
'Go away, go away, go away!' Grissom thought, trying hard to focus on what he was doing. She was standing there, her deep brown eyes piercing his heart. She looked so hurt. He could not only see her in his peripheral vision, but sense her standing there.
'What does she want?' he thought. This was driving him crazy. He was fighting with everything he had no to look up at her. Suddenly, his eyes met her. He had lost the battle.
She jumped. His head had snapped up so quickly that she didn't have time to react. His icy blue eyes softened as they met her pained brown eyes. He spun in his chair so that he was facing her. "What?" She heard his ask. She sighed. He was still clueless.
-You made my life completely miserable, you drove me to the edge, you caused me all this pain, but I always loved you 'cause you're oh so special, I'm broken and I'm alone
and I cannot maintain! I am done with you, because you and me are through-
She quickly turned on her heel and started down the hall. She had walked maybe one yard when she heard a door open, close, and hurried footsteps. 'Please be Greg with some news.' She pleaded in her mind. "Sara, what's wrong?" She heard Grissom ask as he had finally caught up to her. 'Dammit!' She said in her head. She turned quickly to face him and was shocked at how close he was to her. He had confusion written all over his face. "What's wrong?" He asked again. She looked him square in the eyes. They were the same eyes that were with her at the ice rink where she was told she was beautiful. They were also the eyes that rejected her dinner date invitation. "Sara…" Grissom said with a worried tone as his hand glided up to her arm so that his fingers gently brushed her arm. She came out of her thoughts and shrugged his hand away. "I'm done." She said. He cocked his head a little to the left. "Done?" he questioned. "With you." She answered, and then walked away from her pain.
She was cold. Very cold. But why? "I'm done." Sara had said to him. He was completely confused. "Done?" He remembered asking. She had answered him with "With you." He just stood there watching as she turned and walked from him, probably walking out of his life. 'I'm such an idiot,' he thought to himself, then said aloud, "She's done with me…" as he headed back to the microscope that awaited his return. He just wanted to forget all this, an impossible task.
-You couldn't help me, you couldn't save me, now I know the end is here, I am done with you.-