-1The phone started ringing and Sara rolled over and grabbed it. She was about to answer when she heard a voice whisper softly into her ear, "Don't answer it."
"I have to. It might be important," she whispered back, running her fingers through the mans salt and pepper beard. "Sidle," she answered the phone, not realizing that it wasn't her phone.
"Umm. Hello. I was trying to reach Gil Grissom," a woman's confused voice sounded from the other end.
Sara looked at the phone realizing that it was Grissom's cell and sat up covering the mouth piece. "What's wrong?" Grissom asked pulling himself up as well.
"It's your phone. Some woman," Sara replied handing him the phone.
"Hello? O, hi. What's up?" Grissom climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Who is that? Sara wondered watching him. "Someone I work with," she heard him say before he shut the door. What? Someone you work with? How about someone you sleep with, basically live with! Someone you work with?! The anger kept building inside her. Am I jealous? No I can't be. Am I? Her thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and he walked out. He climbed back into the bed setting his phone on the nightstand beside him.
"Who's Miles?" She asked remembering the name that popped up on the phone before she answered.
"What?" Grissom asked turning to her and pulling her down so that she was laying next to him.
"Miles? That's who just called you wasn't it? Who is she?"
"No one, don't worry about it. Let's go back to sleep," Grissom closed his eyes only to open them again when he felt Sara sit up again. "Sara?"
"Why don't you want to tell me who she is? I mean you told her I was someone you work with. And then yesterday. . ." she stopped, turning onto her side so that he couldn't see her face. "Yesterday, I know your mind was somewhere else. Gil are you hiding something from me?"
"Sara. Listen," he turned her so that she was facing him, "I'm not ready to tell you yet. I didn't tell her that you were the woman of my dreams because I wanted to tell her in person. And as far as yesterday goes, the whole day I was trying to figure out how to tell you," he stopped, he wasn't sure how to tell her. He knew he had to, and he wanted to, but he didn't know how.
"Tell me what?" Sara just got even more confused, she did feel a little better after he said she was the woman of his dreams, but then he just worried her. What does he need to tell me?
"Sara, I'm not ready. I can. . ." he was interrupted.
"Not ready?! You won't tell me because your not ready?! What the hell does that mean Grissom?! I mean if a guy called me and I told you I can't tell you, you'd be mad, right?!" Sara was getting anger and it showed. He knew he had to tell her. He really did. He especially knew that if he planned on marrying her, she would have to know.
He looked down at her and saw a single tear role down her cheek. He wiped it away and started, "Don't cry. I'll tell you, I promise, I will."
There was silence for 10 minutes before the Grissom's phone rang again. He didn't want to move he had to tell her. He didn't want her to think that he was avoiding it, that she was hiding something from her, but he was, he had to tell her. The phone stopped ringing and he just stared at her face, his hand clenched hers. She avoided his eyes, she knew that if she looked at them she would cry.
Cry? God Sara what has gotten into you? You never used to cry about guys. In fact you never were in love with a guy before. God! He's just so. .so. .beautiful. His eyes. . .they just make me want to get lost in them. God! That damn phone! I need to leave. .take a shower. .anything. I need to get away from him.
"Are you going to answer that," she whispered, releasing his hand and climbing out bed and walking to the bathroom.
Grissom rolled over and answered his phone as he watched her, "Grissom. Hi, baby, listen I'll see you tomorrow for dinner, remember. I'll talk to you then, right now I have to go. Okay? 'k, love you. Now bye."
Sara heard the whole conversation and shut the door then got in the shower. Grissom watched her do this and knew he screwed things up. Bad. He climbed out of the bed and put some clothes on. He walked outside and climbed in the car and drove away.
A half an hour later, Grissom walked through the door to Sara's apartment. He set the food he had bought on the counter in the kitchen and walked into the bedroom. Sara was still in the bathroom, she was dressed and was blow drying her hair. He walked in and sat on the toilet. "I bought some lunch."
"Okay."
"Sara. I'm sorry. How about I take you out to dinner before work?" he thought maybe this will calm her down and get her to talk to him.
"Actually, Catherine and I are going out. Lindsey is hanging out with a friend, so she was free," she replied bluntly, walking into the kitchen to see what he had bought for lunch. She pulled out a sandwich she figured was hers because there was no meat. She poured herself a drink and sat at the table and started to eat.
Grissom was shocked, he was still trying to figure out whether or not she had made plans before or after she got mad. He sat at the table across from her and started, "Sara, I'm going to tell you. I will."
"That's great. When, though?"
"I was going to tonight, but you made plans. So how about after work? Breakfast?" he stared at her looking for an answer but she just kept eating.
Grissom had gone home after along attempt to get her to say something. He had showered and changed then decided to go into work early and do some paperwork.
Sara met up with Catherine at her house and they went to pick up Lindsey's friend then took the two to the mall. They decided that they would just shop and talk, since they had to take Lindsey home before work.
When time inched closer to work, Catherine and Sara met up with Lindsey and her friend in the food court and grabbed dinner. After dinner Catherine dropped the girls off and Sara and her headed for work.
