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Title: Not Quite Myself Part 9: Inflicted Pain Tells The TruthAuthor: Roxanne Kowalchuk
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Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: IE. Just the Job.
Summary: Sara is having a bad day.
Notes:
An Extra Big Thank You: To Kelly, my beta reader.
Archived: Yes, please!
Feedback is welcomed.
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Suddenly Greg felt about an inch tall and had an urge to get out of his own lab, but Sara beat him to the idea.
"Greg, I'll see you later," Sara announced as she slipped off the chair and started for the door.
Nick watched her with dagger eyes.
"Shove it Nick," Sara told him as she stopped in front of him. "The only reason why you told Grissom was because all you want is that job. You know what, since boss man here actually believes everything you say, why don't you have it. But then again, I'm not giving up without a fight."
"This isn't about the job, Sara," Nick told her. "This is about you bleeding in Greg's lab and contaminating all the evidence."
"For your information, I'm not bleeding, my wound is weeping. Something my doctor informed me of this morning, something that will keep happening until it heals. Something you didn't need to know," Sara snapped at him. "So if you think I'm contaminating evidence, fine. Believe what you want."
Watching Sara and Nick argue, Grissom knew it was time to step in. Time to straighten things out. Grabbing her by the arm, Grissom spoke. "You're coming with me. Nick go back to work."
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Grissom wasn't too sure where he and Sara were going to talk. He knew he had too, but in a lab where everyone was always looking for each other, it would be hard to find a quiet spot.
"Let me go! I'm not working for you right now!" Sara snapped as she tried to get away from Grissom.
"No, not until we talk," Grissom told her as he walked into the locker room. Taking a quick peek around, Grissom brought her over to a bench. "Sit."
"Woof," Sara replied as she yanked her arm away from him and sat down.
Closing his eyes for a brief second, Grissom re-opened them and sat down across from her. "You're mad."
"Really," Sara snapped. "News to me."
This wasn't going to be easy. "Sara, calm down."
"I will if you stop talking."
She was hurt because he had believed Nick without knowing all the evidence. She was right he broke all his rules. Reaching across from her, he did something he thought he'd never do to her. Grabbing her thumbs, since he wasn't going to be able to grab a hold of her wrists with her one hand in a brace, he clamped a hand over her mouth. "I talk, you listen."
Like, she had a choice.
"You're hurt. Yes I know that. I was the one to start all of that mess. I snapped at you without speaking to you," he started as he watched Sara glare at him. "Everyone always tells me that communication will go a long way. I put a roadblock up with that communication channel the other night. I was unfair to you. I wasn't myself."
Sappy. That's what this was. But she had no choice but to listen.
"And right now as I speak and you listen, I'm apologizing for my actions. I'm sorry Sara; I didn't mean to do what I did to you."
Sticking her tongue out, Sara licked his hand.
Grissom reacted. "Sara, that's disgusting," he said as he pulled his hand back.
"Well how else was I supposed to tell you that you're a jerk," Sara told him.
"I just apologized," he told her.
"Ya I heard, but I don't care." She still hurt.
"What do you want me to say?" Grissom asked her, point blank.
"I don't put words into other people's mouths," Sara told him. "And I don't tattle on people either."
Nick. That's what had her mad. "He's concerned for you."
"Oh that's just a bunch of bull," Sara snapped.
Grissom had never known Sara to be so mad, especially at Nick. "He is just concerned for you," he repeated.
"He's concerned for the job. With me being shot, will they give it to me or him, that's what he's concerned for," Sara told him as she tried to pull her thumbs away from Grissom's grip.
Grissom watched her but didn't let go. "The job is on both your minds."
"Not mind. I'm more concerned about getting better. He's more concerned about tattling on other people," Sara replied as she started to dig her nails into Grissom's hands.
Her nails were hurting. Letting go off her thumbs, Grissom continued on. "And you're also mad at me."
"No, I hate you."
He felt like he had been kicked in the stomach when he heard Sara tell him that. All the wind got knocked out of him. "Excuse me?"
"I hate you. You never listen to me. You listen to everyone else and just tell me what to do. Or do the job for me because you don't think I'll do it right. You don't trust me," Sara yelled at him as she stood up. "I did you a favor by coming to Vegas, to help you out. But I think that was a mistake. You just don't trust that I can do this job. But if it were one of the other's you wouldn't have a problem. So ya, I hate you," she repeated as she stormed out of the locker room.
Grissom's heart sunk to his feet. He was losing her. Getting up, he knew he had to catch up to her. He had to make it right with her.
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"Greg!"
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Greg swung his chair around. "Brass," he said through gritted teeth.
"Where's Sara?" Brass asked from the doorway.
"Grissom took her."
"Oh brother," Brass said as he turned around and left Greg.
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Grissom couldn't find her. He looked everywhere even peeked into Greg's lab. But Greg was alone.
"Grissom!"
Turning around, Grissom answered. "Brass."
"Where's Sara?"
"I'm not sure. I can't find her," Grissom admitted.
"Damn!" Brass replied.
That got his attention. "Why?"
"Deputy Jones just had an unwanted visitor."
Grissom understood. "We have to find her."
"Yes we do," Brass said as he followed Grissom out of the lab.
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