I love the reviews. Thank you so much for both reviewing and even just reading. I'm shocked by how many people have read my story so far. So just for you, I'm writing this chapter during my break. Today is kind of a bad day first class begins at 8 in the morning and I'm not done until 8 tonight. I'm going to try to write this chapter along with another... just to get ahead lmao So, please enjoy. Oh and yes I do love Grissom! He may not be direct with his feelings but when it comes to Sara, he still makes his point haha
Possible Insight?
Dinner was lengthy but if you were to ask Sara or Grissom how long they sat in that quaint restaurant, they would have the slightest clue. After just answering yet another question, Grissom managed to look around the room. Noticing that the waiters and waitresses were cleaning up, he chose then to look at his watch. With a hint of shock on his face and a little surprise in his voice, he decided he should make his observation known, "Uh, Sara?"
"I'm overstepping, aren't I? You can always tell me when to stop. I mean I don't mean to ask so many questions, it's just that..." She suddenly stopped talking and looked into the eyes of an amused Grissom starring back. With a shy smile she added, "I'm sorry I'm over talking."
"It's fine, I enjoy your company. It's just that I don't think this is the place to continue."
Then a look of confusion over took Sara's features. "I'm sorry?"
Grissom burst out into a soft chuckle and added, "I mean I think they are trying to close. We're the only ones here and it's now quarter after midnight. That's 15 minutes past their regular hours."
A look of dawning replaced the confusion and Sara, not wanting the night to end, let out a low, "Oh. I guess dinner is over then."
Grissom had been so consumed by Sara's light, playful banter; he himself did not want the night to end. Speaking up, he decided to, in his own way, ask for a continuance. "I think we should leave now. I was thinking... maybe we could take a walk down the pier?"
Relieved he had not wished her a good night but rather an extension, Sara decided to throw caution to the wind and relied, "Sure. Lead the way."
Finally getting up, leaving a very relieved staff to now close up for the night, Grissom placed his hand at the small of Sara's back to lead her outside to the pier.
"You're quiet" Grissom finally said.
"I don't want to say the wrong thing. How about you? You haven't had a chance to say much. I mean other than participating in 21 questions. She said with a light laugh. "Perhaps you should use this time for a little retribution." she finished.
"All right then. Hmmm... how about... why do you want to be a CSI?"
With a quick turn of the head, Sara had a look of bewilderment on her face, "I told you when you asked at the seminar in San Francisco all those years ago."
"No no. I mean now. You see... we all have our reasons for becoming a CSI in the beginning but once we have some years under our belt our reasoning changes. After seeing so much on the job we start to question our initial motives. I know why you became a CSI but why, after all these years, do you still want to be one?"
After a minute of thinking, Sara began to speak with conviction obvious in her voice, "We are witnesses to the most tragic outcome of anyone's life. I see the victims loved ones and I just can't help how I feel. My need to help is so strong, that I just can't turn away. To me when we solve a case we not only bring comfort to the families but to ourselves as well. One less criminal on the streets and an unknown number of crimes prevented."
Looking back at Sara, who in turn was focusing intently on him, smiled. After a brief moment of silence he then said, "Well, that is probably one of the most insightful pieces of information you have ever given me."
Noticing almost immediately what he was attempting, Sara blurted, "Wait a minute. You're not dropping the topic that easily. It's your turn."
"I thought I was supposed to ask 21 questions. Isn't that how the game is played?" he asked with a sly smile.
"All right then how about we try a little give and take? Ask a question and you yourself must also answer in return."
"Ok, well I do it for the rush. It's like a jolt of pure pleasure when you catch the bad guy. It gives me sense of relief, knowing if for just that moment, the world had a bit of stability. That perhaps civilization does exist."
"That seems to add false hope to reality... don't you think?"
"Maybe all we have is hope. Imagine the world without it. In times of devastation, we rely on our hopes that all will be well. It gives us the will to live for yet another day."
As Sara looked down at her feet with a sudden sadness she spoke with a hushed tone, "Hope doesn't make things happen."
With equal sadness Grissom simply added, "No, it doesn't." Walking for a few minutes more, he finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Maybe we should start heading back."
"All right."
Once they returned to the parking lot, Grissom stopped walking. Both confused and curious, as Sara stopped she turned to face him. "You know Sara, I still don't know what to do about this..." waving his hand between the two, "but I'm willing to try."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't say it if it weren't true." With that finally statement he smiled and wished her a good night.
