I Need You Now: Chapter 3

A/N: Apologies for the late update guys, and I am sorry that this isn't up to my usual standard, I have had a lot of things going on.

I found this quite hard to write for some reason, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Thanks to everyone who was so nice with their words when my Uncle died, I do appreciate it greatly.

Dedicated to Uncle Jimmy, rest in peace.

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Sara

As she stumbled up the driveway to her apartment, shivering in the bitter night's air, she fumbled in her bag for her keys, a sigh leaving her lips.

She had never been the type to go out like this, generally she stayed in and had a few beers in the privacy of her own home.

She had been thinking more and more lately, and that never was a good thing. What she seen when she looked in the mirror every morning scared her. An aging woman, all alone, with only her work to occupy herself.

As she finally let herself into the apartment, she closed the door behind her, bolting the lock on the door. her years as a CSI had made her just a bit paranoid, but better safe than sorry was what she always said.

She flicked on the light in the hallway, dropping her bag and shrugging off her leather jacket setting them down on the kitchen table. She glanced at her home phone, flashing a message in neon red, that she was only too used to seeing '0 messages'.

She couldn't remember a time where someone had phoned that phone.

Sighing, she shuffled down the hallway to her bedroom. The wooden floor creaked beneath her stocking clad feet, but hse had grown used to it in her years living here.

She switched on the light in her room, and made her way to the ensuite adjacent to it. Turning on the tap, she let the cold water run before splashing the cool liquid crystals on her flushed skin, allowing it to cool her down, and refresh her.

She reached for a towel, and gently dried her face, straightening up. Her eyes met a pair in the mirror, and she sighed. She felt like she were staring at just a ghost of herself.

When she was younger, when her parents would be screaming at each other, she would slip into her bedroom, and try to focus on homework, unnoticed by them. But, she did a lot of thinking. She thought about what she wanted in her life.

She wanted to get out of that house, and to never return to it. She wanted to make something of herself, something to be proud of, unlike her parents. She wanted to go to college. She wanted friends who would laugh with her, and not at her because of the gap in her teeth, or because she didn't have the most fashionable clothes like them. She wanted a husband, the ones she used to read about in books, that would treat their wife like a princess, like she was the reason he existed, that she was the most precious jewel. she wanted childern, her own childern to care for, to love, to watch them grow up. she wanted a home that she could make memories that would live with her forever, that would make her most horrible ones seem like a distant past.

Now, in her mid thirties, she had only succeeded in moving away, getting a good job and having good friends. It was something to be proud of, but she felt like she was letting her nine-year-old self down.

Was this what she had to look forward to for the rest of her life? Coming home after soending hours in a bar, to an empty house, where she would sleep until it was time to go to work, to spend time with the friends who only seemed to exist within the hours of her shift, before the cycle repeated itself over and over again.

To hell it wasn't.

Sara Sidle was nothing if not determined. She had learnt in life that if you wanted somethinig, you had to fight for it as if your life depended on it, tooth and nail. Nothing was handed to you.

She fought for everything she had every wanted, and why should this be any different?

She would fight for Gil Grissom. But who was she fighting for him? There had always been someone to fight with in her little battles, her parents, other srudents, scholars, co-workers. Now, it seemed the person she must fight, was Grissom himself.

Then so be it.

She threw the towel to the ground, looking away from the mirror a little disgustedly. She knew it was late, but he may just be returning home. If she didn't do this now, she never would.

She flicked off all the lights as she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on, stuffing her keys in the pocket and leaving the house. She wouldn't drive, and she didn't have the patience to wait for a taxi.

Grissom only lived about ten minutes away, so she would be fine walking it.

She needed him, and she was going to get him. No matter how long she had to wait, how much she had to fight with him for this.

She loved him, and she didn't want to wake up in ten or fifteen years and realsie what a mistake it was to let him go.

She was determined.

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A/N: Weeell, what did y'all think? I'd love to know. Hint, hint.

Please do review, and let me know what you would like to see next ;)

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