Chapter 4- Lucid Fog

Sara awoke the next morning, a faint headache piercing her brow. She got up and went to the bathroom her kidneys ready to explode. As she stepped back into her room; something triggered panic in her mind.

Grissom!

Had she been dreaming it? Was he here last night? She tried to remember what had happened but the last thing she could recall was opening the bottle of scotch.

Her first thought was to call him but as she reached for the phone she thought better of it. What if it was a dream? She could hear her first line to him.

"Hi Grissom, yeah I was drunk and I was wondering if you were in my bed last night?"

No, that wouldn't go over real well. Especially since she wasn't drinking anymore. But last night was different. Her mother had called her after 5 years and said she missed her. Sara was angry and sad all at the same time. She wanted to talk to Grissom but didn't want to cry in front of him again. So her last retreat was in an old bottle of scotch she had kept in the cabinet over her fridge.

She finally decided to get online and check her email. She wouldn't see Grissom till tonight so there was no point in stewing over it. She loaded her laptop and signed in. Deciding that coffee was a great idea, she headed towards the kitchen. A few minutes later her message chime went off indicating she had an instant message. Sara rushed to it thinking it was Grissom.

She was disappointed to find that it was only a friend she had met online and decided to ignore him. Closing the window she glanced at her buddy list hoping to see him on. He wasn't. Sara retreated to the kitchen and finished making her coffee. She noted that the coffee can was nearly empty. It was odd; she had only bought it the week before. Shrugging her shoulders she put the can back in the cupboard.

Her email was uneventful. There were a few jokes sent to her by Greg. A response to a letter she had written a cousin, and the rest was SPAM. Her alert box finally popped up to reveal "BugmanGG" had signed on. Sara's heart skipped a beat at seeing the name. It always amazed her how knowing exactly what he was doing at that moment was thrilling to her. She decided not to say anything and let him be first.

Grissom was thrilled to see the familiar "LadyFriscoSS" online. The scent of her still lingered on his shirt. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to apologize for leaving her alone. Brass had called and had needed a bug analysis asap. While leaving her was hell to his heart, he couldn't let Brass down. Gently he had unwrapped her from him, taken his still wet pants from the washer, and left quietly.

So there he was sitting and waiting for a sign that she wasn't mad at him. He began to pace.

Sara began to pace. Why hadn't he said anything? Had she been indecent with him? She checked her phone to see if there was any incoming or outgoing calls. To her horror she found his number was the last one at 10:18pm as an incoming. What did she say? She couldn't remember anything. Well only one way to find out.

Grissom's heart leapt as her message box popped up.

LadyFriscoSS: Hey Gris U there?

BugmanGG: Hi Sara, yeah I was just checking mail, you?

LadyFriscoSS: Same

BugmanGG: Sleep well?

Well that was suggestive but reserved, Sara thought.

LadyFriscoSS: Yes, I have a bit of a headache though

LadyFriscoSS: Can I ask you something?

BugmanGG: That's a loaded question, but go ahead

Grissom sat nervously awaiting.

LadyFriscoSS: When I called you last night, did I say anything weird? I don't remember much. Was really groggy.

BugmanGG: Groggy?

She didn't remember him being there evidently.

LadyFriscoSS: Yeah, like anything out of character for me?

BugmanGG: Other then the fact that you were drunk; you asked if I was lonely.

The look of horror hit Sara's face.

LadyFriscoSS: What? Um yikes. Please tell me that you disregarded that.

BugmanGG: Sara there is a lot for us to talk about, about last night, but I have to go. See you at work. Bye.

With that he quickly closed the connection and shut down the computer. He needed time to regroup.

Sara sat in shock at his quick departure. She was worried now. It was as if he were angry at her. She hated computer messages at times; they were so impersonal. Feeling very empty Sara decided to hit the gym.