Title: Mettle
By: Manigault
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Spoilers:LHB.
Category:G/S/A
Grissom POV
These days they barely exchanged looks with one another as they processed a scene. He watched Sara stroll in with Warrick, laughing with him as he teased her, their voices echoing in the deep chamber he was standing within. He heard him question her as to whether or not Hank brought her to places like this and her response to the teasing. Internally he growled, the thought of Sara in a place like this turned his stomach and gave him the urge to order her off the case. The feeling increased as they stood in the room with the handcuffs placed on the wall and she uttered that word.freaks. That was how Sara saw this lifestyle and how he himself viewed this world and yet it was a distraction. The case could be the distraction he needed to take his mind off the two things that were causing him to lose his balance-his hearing and Sara.
When he discovered that the night club murder was linked to Lady Heather, then he knew that Sara could not be with him on this case. He knew what her response would be to someone like Lady Heather, and her reaction would affect him in a way that he did not need at this time. He also did not want Lady Heather to see him with Sara and analyze his relationship with her or lack of one, if he was honest with himself. Scowling, Grissom blocked these thoughts from his mind as he and Brass approached Lady Heather. It was during this interview that his hearing decided to flee and he was forced to read her lips as she spoke with them. When she called him on it he was startled, but quickly found his footing and replied to the amusement of Brass. Walking away from this encounter he found himself thinking how different Lady Heather was from Sara. With Lady Heather he did not have to feel anything real, he did not have to dig deep within and feel that part of himself that Sara somehow commanded.
He was vulnerable as he stood there and she asked him about his hearing. His hearing and Sara were tied together in his mind and he did not want to think of either of them, he did not want to think of Sara being with Hank, apart from his life. He shut out all of the warning bells that were ringing furiously in his mind, shut out all of the facts that he knew concerning Lady Heather and all that she stood for, all that he stood against. His principles were pushed aside, his hearing crisis was pushed away, and Sara. He refused to think of Sara. Refused. Inside he hardened his heart to ignore all of the principals he stood for and he tried to regain his balance.
Sara POV
It was so frustrating. Working with him, not working with him. They barely looked at one another anymore, and she was left with such a lonesome feeling when they did work the same case. The banter that had always come so easily for them had faded and she could not help but wonder if she had done this herself. She had gone out with Hank as friends and it had backfired in a way that still made her angry at herself and yes, with Grissom. She was angry with him for not believing her when she told him that she and Hank were not in a relationship. She was angry that he did not approach her and ask her for clarification, instead he told her that she deserved to have a life. The distance between them had only grown and it left her feeling so sad. There was a time when they worked almost every case together but lately he was constantly shifting her off on her own or with Warrick, Nick, or Catherine. Now he was doing the shifting again, giving her sole responsibility of investigating the case involving one of his best friends. Why had he given her this case instead of taking it himself? She had heard the rumors concerning Lady Heather and simply shook her head. The grapevine had it that Grissom was smitten with that dominatrix. If they were pre-Hank, then she would tease him about the rumors, about Gil Grissom being attracted to a woman that made a living out of pitting women and men together in a dominant versus submissive manner. It was insanity.
She tried to ignore the smirks that floated throughout the lab as she worked on finding the person responsible for leaving Catherine's child in a sinking car, the person who had killed Catherine's ex husband. She needed to speak with her friend, with the man she had leaned on for years when life became to burdensome. She did not know where he had vanished and it irked her when she heard that the Grissom she knew was sweet on a dominatrix. She had done her best to prove who murdered Eddie, to provide evidence to convict them, and it was not good enough. Catherine was disappointed in her efforts, and she had to admit that she was disappointed with herself even as she knew, she knew that she had done her best. With determination in her stride she decided to confront Grissom, air out their problems, and find the friend that she needed.
He stood there, stood in front of the two way glass outside of the interrogation room where Brass was questioning Lady Heather. Sara watched with a sick feeling as Grissom stared through the glass. She heard the words that pummeled her mind and made her catch her breath even as she spun on her heels and left the room unnoticed. She wondered if she would ever find the friend that she had known less than a year ago.
Grissom's POV
He sat in his car and stared out of the window in the direction of Lady Heather's house of imbalance. A shudder ran through his veins as he evaluated his actions of the past few days. Ignoring everything he stood for he had ventured out of his safe environment and tried to become someone he did not recognize. He had allowed himself to sink to a level that made him feel unclean. Tarnished. He wondered what Sara thought of him and if he had alienated the one woman that could balance his world again with a smile. He knew that she had overheard the comments in the interrogation room. Knew that with her quick mind she had drawn conclusions. What had he done.
TBC maybe.
By: Manigault
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Spoilers:LHB.
Category:G/S/A
Grissom POV
These days they barely exchanged looks with one another as they processed a scene. He watched Sara stroll in with Warrick, laughing with him as he teased her, their voices echoing in the deep chamber he was standing within. He heard him question her as to whether or not Hank brought her to places like this and her response to the teasing. Internally he growled, the thought of Sara in a place like this turned his stomach and gave him the urge to order her off the case. The feeling increased as they stood in the room with the handcuffs placed on the wall and she uttered that word.freaks. That was how Sara saw this lifestyle and how he himself viewed this world and yet it was a distraction. The case could be the distraction he needed to take his mind off the two things that were causing him to lose his balance-his hearing and Sara.
When he discovered that the night club murder was linked to Lady Heather, then he knew that Sara could not be with him on this case. He knew what her response would be to someone like Lady Heather, and her reaction would affect him in a way that he did not need at this time. He also did not want Lady Heather to see him with Sara and analyze his relationship with her or lack of one, if he was honest with himself. Scowling, Grissom blocked these thoughts from his mind as he and Brass approached Lady Heather. It was during this interview that his hearing decided to flee and he was forced to read her lips as she spoke with them. When she called him on it he was startled, but quickly found his footing and replied to the amusement of Brass. Walking away from this encounter he found himself thinking how different Lady Heather was from Sara. With Lady Heather he did not have to feel anything real, he did not have to dig deep within and feel that part of himself that Sara somehow commanded.
He was vulnerable as he stood there and she asked him about his hearing. His hearing and Sara were tied together in his mind and he did not want to think of either of them, he did not want to think of Sara being with Hank, apart from his life. He shut out all of the warning bells that were ringing furiously in his mind, shut out all of the facts that he knew concerning Lady Heather and all that she stood for, all that he stood against. His principles were pushed aside, his hearing crisis was pushed away, and Sara. He refused to think of Sara. Refused. Inside he hardened his heart to ignore all of the principals he stood for and he tried to regain his balance.
Sara POV
It was so frustrating. Working with him, not working with him. They barely looked at one another anymore, and she was left with such a lonesome feeling when they did work the same case. The banter that had always come so easily for them had faded and she could not help but wonder if she had done this herself. She had gone out with Hank as friends and it had backfired in a way that still made her angry at herself and yes, with Grissom. She was angry with him for not believing her when she told him that she and Hank were not in a relationship. She was angry that he did not approach her and ask her for clarification, instead he told her that she deserved to have a life. The distance between them had only grown and it left her feeling so sad. There was a time when they worked almost every case together but lately he was constantly shifting her off on her own or with Warrick, Nick, or Catherine. Now he was doing the shifting again, giving her sole responsibility of investigating the case involving one of his best friends. Why had he given her this case instead of taking it himself? She had heard the rumors concerning Lady Heather and simply shook her head. The grapevine had it that Grissom was smitten with that dominatrix. If they were pre-Hank, then she would tease him about the rumors, about Gil Grissom being attracted to a woman that made a living out of pitting women and men together in a dominant versus submissive manner. It was insanity.
She tried to ignore the smirks that floated throughout the lab as she worked on finding the person responsible for leaving Catherine's child in a sinking car, the person who had killed Catherine's ex husband. She needed to speak with her friend, with the man she had leaned on for years when life became to burdensome. She did not know where he had vanished and it irked her when she heard that the Grissom she knew was sweet on a dominatrix. She had done her best to prove who murdered Eddie, to provide evidence to convict them, and it was not good enough. Catherine was disappointed in her efforts, and she had to admit that she was disappointed with herself even as she knew, she knew that she had done her best. With determination in her stride she decided to confront Grissom, air out their problems, and find the friend that she needed.
He stood there, stood in front of the two way glass outside of the interrogation room where Brass was questioning Lady Heather. Sara watched with a sick feeling as Grissom stared through the glass. She heard the words that pummeled her mind and made her catch her breath even as she spun on her heels and left the room unnoticed. She wondered if she would ever find the friend that she had known less than a year ago.
Grissom's POV
He sat in his car and stared out of the window in the direction of Lady Heather's house of imbalance. A shudder ran through his veins as he evaluated his actions of the past few days. Ignoring everything he stood for he had ventured out of his safe environment and tried to become someone he did not recognize. He had allowed himself to sink to a level that made him feel unclean. Tarnished. He wondered what Sara thought of him and if he had alienated the one woman that could balance his world again with a smile. He knew that she had overheard the comments in the interrogation room. Knew that with her quick mind she had drawn conclusions. What had he done.
TBC maybe.
