I kind of wanted to write some closure for this story so I added this chapter.
I hope you all like it- please review- let me know what you think.
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Broken Voices
Sara stood with a defeated expression as her husband watched her from the other side of the room. He was seated on his favourite arm chair a book resting in his hands as his watched her with a steady gaze.
"I saw you at that motel...I saw him..." Grissom said his voice full of venom as he informed his wife of the fact he knew about her affair.
"You followed me?" Sara asked placing her things down shuffling about her usual routine not being able to read his expression or the sound of his voice. Without thinking Sara found a cigarette placing it between her lips casting her eyes at her husband as she lit it.
"I don't like it when you smoke in the house" He almost growled at her not moving from his place. "You disappear every week...Did you think I wouldn't wonder where you were going?"
"I take tennis lessons" Sara took a drag from her cigarette disregarding him. "I told you I take tennis lessons"
"I followed you because your gym wanted to know whether you wanted to cancel them since you haven't been in three months and I wanted to know what you've been doing these past three months... I didn't expect the answer to be him" Grissom shot back attempting to make it clear that Sara could not win this fight- she was the one who had done wrong.
"He has a name" She informed him coldly.
"You want me to say his name? You want me to tell the whole world that you've been screwing around with Greg Sanders?" It was the mention of 'his' name that forced Grissom up from his seat standing face to face with his wife.
"Yes- go ahead- say it as many times as you need to- I've been sleeping with Greg because he was actually here for the last three months... Where were you Gil?" Sara snapped back stepping closer to him the cigarette between her fingers almost forgotten. "So yes- if that's what you need to do, tell everyone"
"Why him? Are you in love with him?" Grissom's voice seemed to soften slightly when he asked the second question.
"No...it's just sex" She shrugged taking a drag from her cigarette as she turned away from him pacing realising that she couldn't honestly answer his question- she couldn't look Grissom in the eye and tell him that she was not in love with Greg.
"I don't believe you" Her husband said flatly.
"You don't have to" another shrug, another drag of her cigarette.
"If you want to be with him then you can go...I won't stop you" Grissom announced the defeat evident in his voice.
"And what... I'm supposed to thank you for letting me out?" Sara sounds exasperated as she turned to face him again watching to see if there were going to be any attempts at trying to save what they had. After all of these years she just wanted him to fight for her- to prove that he had ever wanted her.
But nothing came.
"I don't know what to do Sara..." He sighed.
"Shout at me, hate me. Do something. Don't just tell me to go like the last 12 years meant nothing" Sara demanded wanting to see something- anything from him.
"Look me in the eye and tell me that you'll don't love him- that you'll never see him again, never talk to him." He asked her with all the honesty he could muster. "You gave yourself to him Sara- you went there knowing that you were betraying everything we promised each other. We're not going to get the last twelve years back..."
"I'll leave if that's what you want..." Sara finally said her eye focused on the ground.
"I think it'll be for the best" Grissom replied. "I hope he loves you like I should have"
Sara didn't say a word climbing up the stairs blinking away the tears that were stinging her eyes as she began collecting her things from their bedroom. When made her way down the stairs she could see Grissom had returned to his arm chair taking a slow sip from a whiskey tumbler.
"Goodbye Gil" Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper and without waiting for a reply she disappeared out of the door into the night.
With her things in the back of a cab she gave the address for the very place that had been the problem all of this time. She called Greg her heart breaking as she listened to him talk about the movie he'd been watching and concern when as he asked why they were breaking routine. But still he agreed to meet her.
Sara sat on the edge of the bed her suitcase waiting by her side as she took a deep breath knowing that he would walk through that door at any moment. She had attempted to rehearse her goodbye speech but for some reason each time she would find herself completely lost.
Greg swung the door open with a confused expression his eyes automatically going to the suitcase by Sara's said and how she had still not removed her coat. There were tears in her eyes as she attempted to fight back all of the emotion threatening to flood the room.
"What's going on?" Greg's words seemed to hover in the air as they escaped his lips. He wanted to go to her, to wrap her in his arms but these meetings had never been about that. They were never about emotion and now he didn't know what to do.
"I'm leaving Greg. I... I have to go" she muttered "I thought you should know"
Greg thought of a thousand things he could say to her in that moment. They all ran through his mind at an incredible pace mashing together until the only thing he could say was "Why?"
"Because he knows... because I keep doing this to you. I need to go, there's nothing here for me anymore" the tears brimming her eyes spoke differently. they crested over her eyelashes and fell on her trembling hands as he crouched down on the floor before her and took her hands in his so she would look at him.
"I'm still here for you Sara..." He muttered to her. Sara collapsed onto the floor throwing her arms around him her tears on his neck as she sobbed into their embrace.
"What am I supposed to do Greg?" She whimpered slightly showing all of the weakness she had tried so hard to hide.
"Stay with me..." He whispered to her stroking her hair attempting to sooth her.
"I can't stay here..." Sara replied clinging to him- refusing to let go.
"Then run away with me" Greg pulled back looking to her eyes to see just how broken she was not fazed by the tears, the hurt and the heartbreak.
Sara didn't say a word leaning forward her lips meeting Greg's with the most honest kiss she had shared in their three month affair.
The dark clouds that had been following her around seemed to clear from the sky as Sara looked into Greg's eyes realising that he would never stop fighting for her.
The End
