IF He Won't I Will part 2
It had been a year since Gilbert Grissom came into her life and Sara could not get him out of her mind.
She had slept in his shirt and on the sofa ever since he left. She had been on several dates and even slept with one or two of them, but it did not help. She was in love.
She used to get a little squeamish whenever she saw a bug, now they made her think of him.
Sara reported to work and the first person she saw was Bobby. "Hi Sara, how was your day off?"
Sara said fine, she was surprised by the way he was acting towards her. He had stopped treating her like 'one of the boys'. She was not sure if she liked it or not.
Miller called her into his office, "It seems I have something for you." He handed her an envelope, it was from the academy, she had aced all her classes.
"Your promotion has gone through too, you are now a CSI III," Miller told her. Sara thanked him, she was the first female to become a CSI III.
She could not wait to read what Gil had put on her report, she finally found it: EXCELLENT WORK ... VERY DEDICATED TO HER PROFESSION ... I ENJOYED WORKING WITH HER, SHE SHOWED A ZEAL THAT A LOT OF MORE EXPERIENCED CSI's DO NOT. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND MISS SIDLE'S PROMOTION. GILBERT GRISSOM.
A big smile came across her face, her heart warmed as she thought of the time they had spent together.
"What you so happy about?" Bobby asked her. Thinking quickly she said, "My promotion came through."
"Congratulations, this calls for a drink, what do you say we meet at the SOUTH END after work? The first one's on me."
Sara said she would be there. After work Sara met Bobby at the bar, there were also three other guys with him.
"This is Eddy and George and John," Bobby said. "Eddy and George are cops and John is my brother. I worked with them before I became a CSI. Fella's this is Sara, the first female to become a CSI III."
They all said 'hi' and Bobby bought the first round. After about an hour Sara was feeling a little sleepy so she decided to call it a night. John stood up and winked at the other two, "Let me drive you home Sara," he said. "I doubt you should be driving."
" It's OK I will get a cab," she told him. "Don't waste your money, I will be glad to do it." Sara was starting to feel sick so she really did not put up a fight.
There was a park about half a mile from her place and John pulled into it. Sara had nodded off so she thought she was home. She started to open the door when she realized where she was.
"Why are we here?" she asked. "Need to take a leak," he said. She nodded and closed her eyes again.
The next thing she knew she was on the ground and he had straddled her. He had a knife and had cut open her shirt and cut her bra, he was trying to kiss her breast and was pulling at her slacks.
His hands were all over her, she was screaming and fighting with every drop of strength she had in her. The more she fought the more excited he became.
He was trying to keep her still so he could finish what he had started. She would not hold still so he ejaculated on her.
All the wrestling around made Sara sick, just he tried to kiss her, she vomited in his face.
"You filthy bitch," he said as he started hitting her. As he stood up he kicked her then he spit on her. He got into his car and drove away, Sara lay there crying.
An officer making his rounds came upon her and called for help. The ambulance took her to the emergency room. "No one touch me," she said.
"Call Jennie Wall at the CSI building." A short time later Jennie showed up, "Sara, what the hell happened? she said as she came into the ER room.
Sara told her everything and told her to collect whatever evidence she could find." "I want that SOB behind bars," Sara told her.
After Jennie was finished Sara let the doctor examine her and bandage her cuts. He told her that nothing was broken but she would be hurting for a while.
The next day Sara was called into the police station, John had been picked up and was being interrogated.
He claimed that it was her idea and she just started to scream rape when she changed her mind.
After the detective showed him pictures of her bruises John changed his story. He said that it was all Bobby and Eddy's idea. Bobby and Eddy were brought in for questioning too.
Eddy said that Bobby was jealous because he failed his CSI III exam and did not think a 'girl' should get the promotion before he did.
They talked John into trying to knock her down a peg or two. He was to take her some place, strip her to her under things and make her walk home.
They never intended for him to go so far as to try and rape or beat her. John was charged with attempted rape and assault on a police officer. Bobby was demoted back to CSI I and Eddy was suspended for two months without pay.
Sara went home, took a shower and slipped into Gil's shirt. She lay on the sofa looking at a picture they had taken of them by the Golden Gate Bridge. "How I wish you were here," she said.
Back in Vegas things were not much better for Grissom. He had had several sexual experiences but they left him feeling sad and empty.
He concluded that sex without love was pointless, its makes you sad. He did not want to be sad, he wanted to be happy. He wanted to be with Sara.
No one knew why he was so depressed, why he became more withdrawn from the others. They tried to help him, take his mind off whatever it was that was upsetting him, but they could not.
They could not because no one knew what it was that was bothering him.
All that was on his mind was Sara, the way she smelled, the way she looked, her smile, how soft her hand was. He dreamed of her almost every night.
He even went to a store and bought her brand of perfume, he put it on his pillow and would cuddle the pillow to him. He wanted to call her and tell her how he felt but he just did not know if he should.
What if she did not feel the same way? He was sure she must have a fella by now. Everything reminded him of her.
Then something happened that would change his life. He lost one of his CSI's. She was shot while doing a simple print job. Another one of his people was accused of gambling on company time. It was possible that his gambling lead to the death of the other.
Grissom got called to Conrad Ecklie's office. "You need to get someone to replace Miss Gribbs and who will be neutral as far as investigating Brown."
Grissom knew just who he wanted. "I met a very good CSI while I was teaching a couple of years ago, her name is Sara Sidle, she is a CSI III.
"Contact her supervisor and see if he is willing to let her go. Then contact her and see if she wants to join your team," Ecklie said.
Grissom hurried to his office and called Miller. Miller said that he thought it would be a good idea. He told Grissom what had happened between her and Bobby.
Even though it was John who had hurt her things were not right between Sara and Bobby.
Then he gave Grissom Sara's number. Sara's phone rang, she almost did not answer it because she did not know the number, but it was a Vegas code so she did, "Sara here," she said.
"Hello Miss Sidle, this is Gil Grissom. I'm not sure if you remember me?"
"Of course, how have you been?" "I am doing fine. I was wondering if you would be interested in a transfer? I am a CSI short and I really need you."
"I would love ... I mean, I would be happy to accept you offer," she told him.
They made all the arrangements. Sara could not help but think how wonderful it would be to be near him again. She would have more opportunities to get to know him, maybe even date him. Grissom was thinking the same thing.
She would be in Vegas in two days. He had told the rest of the team, none of them were happy about the idea of a 'stranger' sticking her nose into their business, but he was the boss now.
Two days later Grissom was at the scene of an apparent suicide. He was watching dummies fall from the top of a building.
He heard the most beautiful voice in the world, a voice so sweet it had to belong to an angel. He knew Sara was in Vegas.
His heart skipped a beat as she came next to him. He wanted to grab her in his arms and kiss her, but knew he should not.
He told her what needed to be done, she smiled at him, got some directions, smiled again and drove away.
"She is here, somehow she has to be mine,'" he thought to himself