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Going to keep this one super short, I'm sick and can't focus for too long on my laptop screen, my eyes start burning : (
You know what to do ;) *keep 'em coming*
Thanks to Catherine, chin up dear, I love you (in a creepy way :P )
Red Wine Moments: Chapter Fourteen
"Er...yeah...she'll love it..." he responded not knowing what to say. Greg could feel this sense foreboding fill his body, this was it; this was the end of whatever had happened. What a fool he'd been to think that Sara would forget everything to be with him.
How stupid to think that she actually could love him as much as she loved Grissom?
Loves.
He corrected himself. She still loves him.
He was nothing more than a moment of weakness. A moment that got the better of loneliness.
He thought of the way they'd made love, just a few hours before. Maybe it was just him that felt something. Maybe the only reason it happened was because he pushed her too hard.
He wasn't half the man Grissom was. How had he thought that he was good enough for Sara?
She was amazing. She was passionate, kind, independent, funny...and beautiful. He thought of her bare skin brushing against his, he thought of the way her hair fell into her face, the way she looked up at him through her dark lashes. Tempting him.
She was out of his league. He knew it. But there was a part of him that always hoped that he would notice just how much he cared for her. Just how much he wanted to be the person she needed him to be. To always be there for her, to make her laugh, to make her smile.
"You drove around, and then told me we didn't have a case, what's going on Catherine?" He could hear Sara approach the break room. Before she could interrogate Catherine more she saw what was waiting for her. Running past Greg her eyes lit up as she threw herself into Grissom's arms.
Sara's eyes almost filled up with tears as she took in the smell of her husband, and felt his body there, not simply just pixels on a screen.
"I'll speak to you later, Grissom." Greg nodded a good bye.
His breath was caught in his chest, and his head began thumping.
Perhaps it was more painful now, having had her, to have to watch her walk away. To lose her.