Hey! I am pretty sure at this point of time, when the story is going to end, you all would have an idea of how you want this to ends. Right? How about you all let me know if you want a happy ending or a sad endings?
Chapter 10 would be the ending and Chapter 11 would be the epilogue. So do let me know how you preferred?
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Greg knocked on the door anxiously, when the doorbell did not do the work of getting the owner to answer the door. He had followed her back the hotel. He told Nick and Catherine he had left something in the diner and asked them to leave without him. He had followed Sara back to her hotel.
Call it his CSI mind; he knew that something was wrong with Sara. He saw her eyes, and understood the pains she was in and the show she had put up for them.
And now, he was standing outside Sara's hotel room and waiting for her to open the door.
"Sara, open the door. I know you are inside. Just open the door."
"Go away, Greg," her voice was cracked and hoarse from the crying. He knew that she was still crying.
"Open the door or I will use my authority to get someone to open the door." Greg threatened, and rapped his fists on the door loudly.
Her room door cracked open a little, she stood behind the door, refusing his entry. Her eyes were swollen, face paled and her chest was heaving with huge sobs.
"Are you happy to see me in this state now?"
Greg pushed his way in. When he was inside, he held Sara close to him.
"When you want to cry, you don't cry alone."
Sara cried in his chest and mumbled things he could not understand. Sara's tears soaked through his new shirt but he did not mind. He knew that she needed someone to hold her.
"Thanks Greg."
Sara finally calmed down and her eyes were on the floor. She did not know how to face Greg now. She felt embarrassed. She actually cried on his chest. She smiled awkwardly when she saw the huge tear stain on his shirt.
"I will pay for your clothes."
Greg led her to the bed and got her to sit down. He sat down beside, his arms around her shoulders and waited for her to talk.
"I am just, uhm, emotional. I don't know what went wrong with me. I knew that he would move on. But I just feel it was so, unfair. Never in these few years, had I stopped loving him. It was buried somewhere. I am waiting for him to find me but he did not. He was a good CSI and those postcards I send you. I thought he could connect the dots."
Greg stuck his tongue out, "Sara, you know I never show anyone the postcards."
Sara peered up and squeezed out a reluctant smile, and told him it's alright.
"You need any help in getting Grissom back?"
Sara bowed her head low and played with her fingers. "I don't want to disrupt anything. I thought perhaps, our fate ended 3 years ago when he asked me to leave. Not perhaps, now it's affirmative. I just want to go back to NY tomorrow and continue with my life there."
Greg heaved a sigh. He knew that nothing he said would change Sara's decision. He knew better. When Sara made a decision, no one would be able to change it.
All he could do now was to embrace Sara and consoled her.
He looked around the hotel room and saw a photo by her bed stand. It was picture of Sara carrying a toddler in the beach, smiling widely at the camera. The toddler looked just like Sara and Grissom.
He swallowed the lump that was building in his throat. "Who's that toddler with you?"
Sara looked over to her bed stand. "She was someone I saw at the beach." She lied. She could not bring herself to confess to Greg that was her daughter.
"She looked like you and Grissom. Her eyes gave away everything. For god sake, I am a CSI! I knew better." Greg curled his fingers into fists and grinded.
"I am telling Grissom. He deserved to know." He stood up and headed for the door.
Sara grabbed Greg's wrists to stop him from leaving. "Please. No." She looked at him with her eyes, filled with sorrows and pleaded him not to. Greg tried his best to contain all the rage in. He was furious with Sara for going through the pregnancy and giving birth alone.
"I am angry with you. You shut everyone out and went through it alone." His nostrils flared, and his eyes dilated with angers.
Sara apologized, with tears welling in her eyes.
"What's her name?" he asked, gently. When he saw the tears, he softened. He could not stay angry at Sara for long. He always had a soft spot for her.
"Gillian Sidle."
"You called her Gil for short? I guessed." Her lips curled into a smile with pride, "she is my only link."
Sara tried to suppress her yawns; she did not want Greg to leave tonight. She wanted someone to stay with her until tomorrow. She was afraid that she would dial the number she memorised by her heart and break down to Grissom. She could not risk it. She felt guilty for using Greg as a float to avoid drowning in the ocean; she just could not drown now.
"Go and rest, Sara," Greg patted her head gently. "I will be here till you ask me to go. I will send you to the airport tomorrow morning." Sara complied and allowed Greg to help her to bed.
"I am sorry. But at the same time, I am really thankful for what you had done for me. Greg." Sara slowly drifted into her dreamland. Watching her in a peaceful slumber, he knew that he needed to do something. He just can't watch her go back to New York alone, heartbroken.
He needed to tell Grissom about it. At least, that was all he could do for her.
He took the photo by the bed stand and Sara's hotel room key card, and stride out of the room quietly. He drove to Grissom's townhouse with loud rock metal songs accompanying him. He allowed the loud music to drown out his thoughts. He could not afford having a second thought.
He knew Grissom needed to know.
But, Grissom was the one who gave up. He had his chance but he did not treasure it.
But he, Greg Sanders, would die for a chance to be with Sara Sidle. Should he just made a u-turn and returned to Sara's bedside to wait for her to wake up. At least they could start from there.
No, no, no. His mind told him no. He could not take advantage of this. He just could not.
He pressed hard on the accelerate pedal. But he knew one thing for sure, what he had for Sara was not just siblings love. It was something more.
If Grissom did nothing after he told him about Sara, he would.
Greg jabbed at Grissom's townhouse door bell long and hard. He did not release the doorbell until someone came to answer the door.
"Greg?" Heather's face was annoyed and surprised. Ever since Sara had left, Greg had kept a distance between Grissom and him. She wondered what brought him here. "Where's Grissom?" Greg asked. He looked into the living room and did not see Grissom in. "He's in the study room. May I know why?" Heather did not make a room for Greg to enter; she wanted to know what brought Greg here.
"I just need to see him. Can you please move away?"
Heather, sensing his anxiousness, moved away from the door, and allowed Greg to enter.
"Down the hall, the first room to the left."
When Heather moved in with Grissom, she had only one request and it was to revamp the townhouse. The library Grissom and Sara shared was moved to his study room. All his bugs and butterflies frames were stacked in the storage place. She had thrown out their bed and replaced it with a 4 posters bed. Any trace of Sara was removed from the house.
Greg looked around the house, and it reeked of Heather. The house had Victorian touches all over it. It was very 60s. He remembered Grissom townhouse had modern touches and filled with bugs, vegetation and butterflies.
"Grissom."
Grissom looked up from his computer, and was genuinely surprised by Greg's arrival. Their relationship had cool to a point where they just talked over cases and no friendly banters were exchanged. And Greg had been so professional with him that he no longer made jokes on his results.
"Greg, what brings you here?"
"As much as I don't want to be here, but I got to. This is for you. Go figure. Her flight is tomorrow morning 10am. She is going back to New York." Greg placed the photo he took from Sara's bed stand on his table.
"I hope you do something to it." Greg turned and made his way out of the townhouse. He threw a stare to Heather was sitting at the balcony, sipping tea.
He got to make his way back to the hotel before Sara wake up.
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