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CHAPTER 28 - Burqa - Costanza
The rest of the talent show was fun. There where a lot of laugh's and cheers. Everyone had a great time. The night was perfect.
At the end Wendy, Mandy, Henry and Hodges got up to announce the winner.
"And the winner is..." Mandy said. "Greg!"
"What?" Greg said from his seat.
They all laughed.
"Yes, we said you Greg!" Wendy said smiling.
"So you get the grand prize of bragging for a couple days." Hodges said.
Everyone cheered when Greg stood up and bowed.
Soon after that people started to leave. Cathrine, Warrick and Greg had to go to work that night.
Sara and Nick where still on leave and Grissom had asked for the night off.
Sara, Grissom and Abby headed home soon after they announced Greg as the winner. Abby did not want to leave because the meant she had to pack.
Abby sighed when they pulled in the driveway of Grissom's house.
"What's up?" Sara asked. "Didn't you have fun?"
"Yeah I did, I just don't want to leave tomorrow." She said looking out the window.
Grissom looked at Abby in the rear view mirror, as he turned off the engine.
Abby got out of the car without another word.
"I'll talk to her." Sara said.
"Okay, I have some paper work to do, so I'll be in my office." He said as he unlocked the front door.
"Hey Hank." Abby said scratching his head. "I'm gonna go pack, okay?"
"Sure." Sara said taking off her shoe's, her feet where killing her.
A few minutes latter Sara heard the radio turn on. The familiar sound of Linkin Park coming from the guest room.
Sara went in to their room and changed into her pajamas and then went in to talk to Abby.
When she knocked on the door and got no reply she decided to go in. Abby was sitting on the bed in her pj's. Her suitcase at the end of the bed, open and empty.
"Talk to me Abby." Sara said sitting beside her.
Abby sighed. "I don't want to go...And this is my family. How come sometime it feels's like I hate the people I love the most? And hate is such a strong word, but I'm not afraid to use it. Some time I feel like I just want to die. You know, become nothing. But I love them more then anything in the world that I could never want to die and leave them, because I know how much pain that would cause them. I've changed so much, but sometimes it seems like they don't even notice me. I look for reasons to be alone. But the one thing I want the most is to be noticed...You know I cried myself to sleep on New Years Eve. Cause it sucked." Abby smiled sarcastically. "My mom got a little drunk. So where my aunt and uncle. My dad said sorry but didn't do anything about it. I was stuck babysitting my cousin, while my sister was off at a party. It didn't even feel like holiday. Neither did Christmas. I didn't feel anything. And then I think about it you know. Will it ever feel the same again? Will I ever really have fun on a Christmas or Easter? I'm not even looking forward to my 16th birthday. I don't really care about it anymore. We never do anything anyways...It's probably not as bad as I say it is, but I feel like it is. You they still talk to me and stuff, but not like they used too. I say stuff and is someone cut's me off it's like I never even said anything at all. And I don't do anything about it. Cause it wouldn't make a difference. No matter how many times I would say it, they wouldn't change. I lay to people's faces when they ask how I'm doing, and they don't even see it. Not even my family. And I know I could have it a lot worse, and I'm selfish for feeling this way. They are kids and people out there who are a lot worse off then me. I probably have it easy actually. I still have a family that loves me, even though it doesn't feel like is sometimes. I live in a nice house. I have a lot of the stuff I want...And yet I still sit here and complain about it. What type of person does that make me, Sara?" Abby asked softly. "When I can say that sometimes I hate my family. When I lie to their faces. My mom tells me I spend to much time on the computer, talking to people and stuff. She says I need to make real friends. So what the people I'm talking to aren't real? They get me for who I am. I don't lie to them if I'm not doing that good. I trust them. My mom would kill me if she read the some of the stuff I tell them. So does that mean that she doesn't trust me? She say's she does but I don't really believe her. You know when my favorite character on a TV show left I cried, but when I found out my dad had cancer, I didn't...I never have. I've cried about how my family has changed though. My sister try's to be perfect. My parent's are so proud of how well she's doing in school. And they tell me 'oh when you get to college I'm sure you'll be just like her'. But I won't. I'm not into the things she is and they don't get that. I'm into science. Not history and English. If she gets an A on a big test we go out to dinner, but if I get an A in my Spanish or algebra 'oh great job' and that's it. I get that she's in college and I'm in high school, but you know going out for coffee or something once in a while would be fine. I don't need some big old dinner. I don't care about that, but a little something would me nice. And here I am again, complaining. One thing I hate the most."
Sara but her arm around Abby. "If you know that your complaining when you don't want to, that says a lot right there. If you know that your life is probably better then you think it is, then I think you have a level head about your life." Sara sighed. "I'm not really good with the whole people thing and knowing what to say, so just bare with me here. But you are one smart girl and I'm sure you'll find a way to let all this stuff out. When I was younger my family went thru some stuff and I could not talk to them, so I wrote everything down and it worked for me. I felt so much better when I was done. I know it does not seem like it will right now, but things will get better. In time they will. You'll meet the perfect guy and everything in your life will turn around and you'll be happy. I know it sounds so stupid right now, but just wait. I know that none of this helps right now cause there just words and not actions. So if this helps you I don't know but..."
After a few minutes of comfortable silence Abby spoke. "Thanks. I think coming here and being with you and Grissom is one of the best things that have happened to me in a while. And what you said does help."
"If you ever need to get away, even though we in a different state feel free to stop by, okay. Any time I'm here." Sara said.
"I may take you up on that offer some time." Abby said. "Thanks for listening to me. And thanks for being here."
Sara smiled. "Sure. So you up for some ice cream before you pack? It always cheers me up."
"Sounds like a plan." Abby said.
"Cool." Sara said. "I think we're out of ice cream though, but we can make Griss go."
Abby smiled. "So when are you two love birds gonna tell the team that he popped the question and you said yes?" Abby asked as she followed Sara up the stair's to Grissom's office.
"If you tell them-"
"Gosh! Don't worry! I would never tell them. That is something you two need to do." Abby said.
"What do you need to do?" Grissom asked as they walked into his office.
"Abby say's that we need to tell the team that we're engaged." Sara said. "And we are sending you on a mission for ice cream."
Grissom smiled. "I'll be back in a few minutes then." He said getting up and leaving.
"So I'm guessing he does not want to tell the team or something?" Abby said.
Sara smiled. "It's just Grissom being well Grissom."
Abby looked at Sara. There was a glow in her eyes.
"You really love him don't you?" Abby said. "Like love love. Not the cheap 'I love you' that they do is stupid chick flicks or TV shows, I mean like the 'I love you' in the old romances. Like in Pride and Prejudice. They love each other from the beginning, but neither really wants to admit it. That's you and Griss in a nut shell." With that Abby headed downstairs, leaving Sara with her mouth open.
'How the heck can she know that?' Sara thought.
