Grissom was just about to go to bed when his phone rang.
"Grissom," he said by way of a greeting.
"Hey, it's Nick, I'm at Sara's apartment, I think you should come over, she's acting really weird."
Grissom froze momentarily. Sara might be in trouble. She was 'acting weird' which wasn't a worry at all, the fact that people thought she was acting weird was worrying, especially Nick, because he knew what she could be like at times.
"Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes, can you stay with her 'til I get there?"
Grissom didn't give him time to answer, hanging up quickly. He grabbed his keys off the table and speeded towards Sara's house. As he reached her door, he thanked God that there hadn't been a crash; he must have broken every speeding law there was just arriving here. He looked at his watch, which told him that he had taken only six minutes to reach her.
He rapped impatiently on the door. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realised that he didn't even know what was the matter with Sara, except that even Nick thought she was acting strangely.
The door swung open to reveal Nick glancing nervously over his shoulders.
"Man, I don't know what is wrong with her but she is pretty damn drunk. She's rambling about some guy, I think you can help her, call me if you need me."
And with that Nick slipped past Grissom before the other man could protest. Grissom raised an eyebrow, shrugged his shoulders and entered Sara's apartment. As he walked into what he presumed to be her living room he saw a very different Sara to the one he was used to. She sat slumped on the couch with a bottle of vodka in one hand, and tears streaming down her face.
"Where the hell are you Nick? How could you leave me like this?" She mumbled, pausing only to take a swig of vodka, then continuing with her drunken ramblings.
Grissom walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.
"There you are, I thought you'd run off with another woman, like that bastard." she paused to take another gulp of the liquid, "Hank" she spat.
"Hey it's gonna be okay."
Grissom was cut short by Sara's fist making an almost painful thump that was sure to leave a mark on his chest. Shortly after that Grissom became aware of her whole body shaking as whacking great sobs overtook her person. She snuggled her head tightly into the crook of his neck, scrunching up his shirt into her fists, holding on to dear life.
"It's not okay, Nicky."She gasped in between cut wrenching sobs, "I think he hates me."
Her words cut through him like a butcher's knife. He didn't have the heart to tell her that Nick had gone for fear of what she might do. He had only been on the receiving end of her fury a couple of times and had no intention of trying it a third time. All he could do for the meantime is hold her and rock the both of them gently, allowing her to spill the words that she would never say in front of him willingly.
"I never meant to fall in love with him, I promise.it just sort of.happened."
She paused when she hiccupped, suppressing a small sigh. She chewed her bottom lip slightly, as if unsure what to say next.
"And he doesn't want me.he can comfort Catherine but he doesn't want me.what is she that I'm not?"
This latest revelation brought Grissom to tears. He closed his eyes, willing the burning feel of guilt and self-loathing in his chest to disappear, as the tears left bold tracks down his cheeks. His mind screamed at him to say something, but he remained silent.
"He doesn't want me." She murmured, barely audible to Grissom's ears.
They sat there for a time, Sara snuggled into Grissom's warm embrace, until he realised that her breathing pattern had changed. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he removed the bottle from her tight grasp and shifted so that he lay on the sofa with Sara half on top of him, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. He tenderly traced the side of her face, wiping any stray tears away with his thumb, leaning forward slightly to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry.I'm so sorry."
"Grissom," he said by way of a greeting.
"Hey, it's Nick, I'm at Sara's apartment, I think you should come over, she's acting really weird."
Grissom froze momentarily. Sara might be in trouble. She was 'acting weird' which wasn't a worry at all, the fact that people thought she was acting weird was worrying, especially Nick, because he knew what she could be like at times.
"Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes, can you stay with her 'til I get there?"
Grissom didn't give him time to answer, hanging up quickly. He grabbed his keys off the table and speeded towards Sara's house. As he reached her door, he thanked God that there hadn't been a crash; he must have broken every speeding law there was just arriving here. He looked at his watch, which told him that he had taken only six minutes to reach her.
He rapped impatiently on the door. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realised that he didn't even know what was the matter with Sara, except that even Nick thought she was acting strangely.
The door swung open to reveal Nick glancing nervously over his shoulders.
"Man, I don't know what is wrong with her but she is pretty damn drunk. She's rambling about some guy, I think you can help her, call me if you need me."
And with that Nick slipped past Grissom before the other man could protest. Grissom raised an eyebrow, shrugged his shoulders and entered Sara's apartment. As he walked into what he presumed to be her living room he saw a very different Sara to the one he was used to. She sat slumped on the couch with a bottle of vodka in one hand, and tears streaming down her face.
"Where the hell are you Nick? How could you leave me like this?" She mumbled, pausing only to take a swig of vodka, then continuing with her drunken ramblings.
Grissom walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.
"There you are, I thought you'd run off with another woman, like that bastard." she paused to take another gulp of the liquid, "Hank" she spat.
"Hey it's gonna be okay."
Grissom was cut short by Sara's fist making an almost painful thump that was sure to leave a mark on his chest. Shortly after that Grissom became aware of her whole body shaking as whacking great sobs overtook her person. She snuggled her head tightly into the crook of his neck, scrunching up his shirt into her fists, holding on to dear life.
"It's not okay, Nicky."She gasped in between cut wrenching sobs, "I think he hates me."
Her words cut through him like a butcher's knife. He didn't have the heart to tell her that Nick had gone for fear of what she might do. He had only been on the receiving end of her fury a couple of times and had no intention of trying it a third time. All he could do for the meantime is hold her and rock the both of them gently, allowing her to spill the words that she would never say in front of him willingly.
"I never meant to fall in love with him, I promise.it just sort of.happened."
She paused when she hiccupped, suppressing a small sigh. She chewed her bottom lip slightly, as if unsure what to say next.
"And he doesn't want me.he can comfort Catherine but he doesn't want me.what is she that I'm not?"
This latest revelation brought Grissom to tears. He closed his eyes, willing the burning feel of guilt and self-loathing in his chest to disappear, as the tears left bold tracks down his cheeks. His mind screamed at him to say something, but he remained silent.
"He doesn't want me." She murmured, barely audible to Grissom's ears.
They sat there for a time, Sara snuggled into Grissom's warm embrace, until he realised that her breathing pattern had changed. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he removed the bottle from her tight grasp and shifted so that he lay on the sofa with Sara half on top of him, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. He tenderly traced the side of her face, wiping any stray tears away with his thumb, leaning forward slightly to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry.I'm so sorry."