Title: Reunited
Author: ilovejv33
Rating: T
Spoilers: Everything is fair game
Disclaimer: Not mine. I could say that they are, but then I would be lying.
Summary: Reunited? GSR. Songfic. Grissom is missing Sara and Sara is missing Grissom. What will happen?
A/N: This is my first story so please please please be nice. Reviews are lovely. Let me know what you think.
Grissom was stressed, more tired than anything. He just wanted to go home, take a nice long shower, and sleep away his troubles.
If only Sara was here to comfort me, he thought.
After thinking about his Sara, the Denali suddenly got too quiet. Turning up the volume on the radio, Grissom's first thought was to turn it right back off.
"Greg really needs to stop playing with my radio stations," he said out loud, to no one in particular.
After hearing a catchy tune at the beginning of the song he decided to give it a chance.
"Maybe it will help me get closer to Greggo", he said.
The lyrics started swirling around him and he could not believe what he was hearing. It was like they were speaking to him.
Give me more lovin' than I've ever had, Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad, Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not, Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Barely gettin' mad, I'm so glad I found you; I love bein' around you. You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2- 1,2,3,4 There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do-(I love you) I love you. Give me more lovin' from the very start, Piece me back together when I fall apart, Tell things you never even tell your closest friends- Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Best I that I've had, I'm so glad I found you, I love bein' around you. -Plain White T's- 1,2,3,4
"It was like this song was written for me," he exclaimed.
Wow, I really need to stop talking to myself, he thought.
He really could not believe this song, which he heard by mistake, made his life seem bright for the few minutes it had been playing. It reminded him how much he missed Sara and as much as he tried to forget her, he really could not.
Sara, for the last four years had been his life, his breath, his world. He could not take it anymore; he was determined to get her back anyway possible, even if that meant leaving CSI: and Las Vegas.
Sara was his life. He needed her.
Finally arriving home, Grissom ran inside as fast as his 50-year-old legs would carry him. He bypassed Hank, barking and howling, in the hallway and headed straight to his computer. Within a matter of seconds Sara's phone number was up on the screen and he was dialing her number.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Come on Sara, pick up the phone" he said
Ring
"Hello?"
"SARA SIDLE, I LOVE YOU" Grissom screamed
The woman on the other line just giggled.
Sara doesn't giggle, he thought.
"Hi, this is Emma, I am Sara's roommate, and you are Gil I presume?"
Grissom could feel the red creeping up his cheeks.
"Yes this is Gil, is Sara there?" he said quietly
"Yeah one second" she replied
Gil waited for what seemed like hours for Sara to answer the phone.
"H-H-Hello?"
"SARA I LOVE YOU"
"So I've heard" she retorted
"Sara, it all came to me today, I really, really, really, really, really, need you baby, I miss you more than I have ever missed anyone or anything in my life. And today, I finally came to my senses and I am ready. Ready to leave it all here and come get you. I don't even know how I have made it this long without you, but enough is enough. I have to have you in my arms again and know that we are both safe. Please forgive me."
Grissom waited and waited for his response and finally got it. A breathless, tear-filled,
"Yes, baby, come get me"
Grissom just breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you? I am leaving right now!"
"Honey, answer the door" she said.
"Huh, why would I answer the door, the door bell didn't even ring?"
"Baby, Trust me, just do it"
"Ok if that's really what you want me to do" he replied.
When he opened the door there was a young woman standing there, holding a package marked:
Gilbert "Hot Stuff" Grissom, 438 Bugman Lane, Las Vegas NV.
The lady handed him the box, he thanked her, then he kicked the door shut while hanging onto his phone and balancing the package in his right hand.
"Sara, how did you know there would be someone at my door" he questioned
"Because I sent them silly" she replied
"Can I open the box?"
"Go right ahead dear"
Grissom tore into the box like an eight year old boy on Christmas. Sara could have sworn she heard his jaw hit the floor when he saw the contents of the box.
Inside was this skimpy little dark blue number with crystal straps and a plunging neckline, for her, along with a matching tie for him. There was also one roundtrip airline ticket to San Francisco and back and a one-way ticket back to Las Vegas with her name on it.
He couldn't comprehend what was happening, Dr. Gilbert A. Grissom, was speechless yet again.
"Baby… are you saying what I think you're saying…?"
"Yes, Gilbert, get your ass to San Francisco right now and come get me!"
"Sara?"
"Yes?"
"I love you"
"I know you do, now pack your bags Bugman, you have a plane to catch!"