The Sacrifice
CHAPTER 3.
SCENE 3:
INT. SARA'S BEDROOM – DAY
After a relaxing bath, Sara lay on her bed with her laptop in her lap. Her cup of steaming Chamomile tea was placed on the bedside table. She swore off sleeping pills in aiding sleeping since the Ronald Basderic's episode. It still got under her skin that Ronald Basderic managed to stalk her without her noticing it.
Ronald Basderic still brought a chill to her body. She pulled her sleeping robe tighter and closed her eyes momentarily. She took a deep breath and released it slowly to calm herself.
It was evident that the deaths, the abuses and the crimes in this city still affected her. It was taking a toll on her. She felt she was burning out yet again.
She thought of running away again but this time she had no one, or nowhere to run to anymore.
She swallowed the huge, painful lump in her throat. The lump felt like a sharp diamond cutting. She winced. The creases between her brows deepened as she thought of Grissom.
She reached for her iPhone to check for messages. Her eyes were glued to the screen while waiting for the phone to light up but left disappointed once again. All of her messages were either from advertisers or from her co-workers.
Resigned, she threw her iPhone onto the bed. Reaching for the remote control, she switched on the stereos. Soft, melodious humming began to fill the room.
She began her routine of checking and replying to emails before she succumbed to exhaustion.
DING.
Just as Sara was about to close her email client, her laptop rang to notify her of a new incoming email. She maximized her email client and felt that her heart was figuratively in her mouth when she saw the sender of the email was 'Gil Grissom'.
The email was from the man whom she missed so dearly and loved with every fiber of her being.
She double clicked on the email with abated breath and hopes filled her heart.
Sara,
Our divorce had been difficult on you… and on me too.
But you could not come running to me with your problems or difficult case.
You have to move on from me. When I asked for a divorce, it was all for your best interests in my mind.
You deserved a life without me. I am just an old fool who held you back.
I always wondered what if years ago, I did not send you a plant to apologize and ask you to stay in Las Vegas when you threatened to quit. Perhaps you would be married to a man nearer to your age and with the ability to give you a family you had always yearned for. You probably be happy and had a life ahead of you.
Though you had never voiced out your disappointment that we could not raise a child of our own, but I know it was eating you up from the inside.
Honey, I am sorry for holding you back for so many years.
If I had never given the seminar, we would never meet.
If I had never led you on, you would quit.
If I had suppressed my need for you to comfort me after recusing of Nick, we would never start our relationship.
If we had never started our relationship, Natalie Davis would never lay her hands on you.
If I had never gone after you, perhaps you would start a relationship with the marine biologist.
There were too many what ifs, and I regretted every one of them.
The least I could do now was to let you go.
You're still young. You still could have a life, a happier one.
As cruel and cold-hearted as it might sound, you have to stop coming to me when you have issues.
You could only move on with your life when you forget about relationship, our friendship and me.
I quote Theodore Roosevelt. "It is only through labor and painful effort, by grim energy and resolute courage that we move on to better things."
Take care.
Gil Grissom.
Tears sprang out of Sara's eyes as she realized it was all over.
She no longer had a safe harbor.
FADE TO BLACK
It's pretty Sara-centric, thus most scenes would feature her. However, there will be others (such as Greg, Russell and perhaps Brass) and definitely that maniac.
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