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AN: I know this isn't the best chapter, but it'll get better (or at least I hope you think it gets better). Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it inspires me to actually write some more instead of putting it off. Oh, yeah, I'm still open to suggestions if anyone has some.
Bad Wisdom: Part 3
Sleepless nights were becoming a pattern for Sara.
She finally gave up all pretense of rest an hour before her alarm was set to go off. Her usual morning routine- showering, dressing, eating- took all of about 20 minutes. She didn't want to go to work early again, people were starting to give her weird looks, and maybe it was her pride, but she didn't want everyone to think she was pathetic enough to have that little of a life outside of work…even if it was true.
She finally decided to take a walk to kill some time. She refused to let herself think about yesterday—at least for the first 30 minutes she was conscious, but the fresh air and blue skies that greeted her as she stepped out of her apartment refused to let her have that piece of mind.
Every stretch of grass, every flower and bird—everything reminded her of yesterday.
She should have known better than to try to open up. The same thing happened every time, why the hell couldn't she just make her heart remember that?
She worked on clearing her mind the whole way back to her building and by the time she climbed into her car she was once again behind the glass wall that had shielded her so well from most emotions. She'd just pretend that nothing happened and avoid Nick.
Simple as that.
Nick's feet beat into the pavement. Running usually helped him clear his head, but nothing he had tried so far could help him erase the image of those haunted brown eyes.
He was ashamed of himself, he had let his emotions rule out over his rational thought.
It wasn't something he let happen very often.
He had to make it up to her somehow.
He desperately didn't want to lose her.
Sara was sent out to a scene with Catherine practically the minute she stepped through the door. As they headed for the car she tried to convince herself that the pang in her stomach was relief at not seeing Nick instead of the longing her heart claimed it was.
They got to work as soon as they stepped out of the car- photographing, collecting, and logging all the evidence. It took most of the day before they were satisfied that they had gotten everything that might help solve the case.
Catherine had been watching Sara closely all day, something didn't seem right. It seemed like her heart wasn't in it, and for Sara that was unusual.
She waited until they were in the car before her natural curiosity get the better of her.
"Is something wrong?"
Sara refused to meet her eyes, "No, I'm fine."
Catherine glanced at her, "All right, it's just that you seem a little…distracted."
"Sorry, but I don't have anything to be distracted by." 'Unless you count my life falling apart a distraction,' she thought.
Catherine didn't press the issue, and they finished the ride in silence.
Nick had spent the day in the lab processing some of the trace from his DB. He had heard that Sara and Catherine were on a case and he was kind of glad to have some extra time to prepare himself before he ran into her. He still couldn't think of a way to make his behavior up to her.
He could feel her the second she walked into the room, there was a change in the air that only she created (and only he felt).
"Hey, Nick, you the new lab rat?" Catherine asked with a smile, "Where's Greg?"
"He's working on Grissom's case," Nick said watching Sara, who was standing quietly near the door.
Catherine glanced back and forth between the two.
Oh, yes, there was definitely something going on here.
"Well, I have to go talk to Grissom about something," she said walking to the door.
Neither of them heard her—Nick was too busy trying to get Sara to look at him, and Sara was too busy trying to pretend he wasn't there.
After a few minutes of awkward silence Nick stood up.
"Well, I'm done here. It's all yours."
Sara didn't reply, she didn't look at him. It wasn't rudeness, it was just quiet acceptance.
Nick paused at the door and turned back to her.
Sara refused to turn and meet the eyes she could feel looking at her, she just continued to get the equipment she needed ready to run the prints they had found.
Nick watched her for a minute before closing the door behind him with a sigh.
Sara grew still when she heard the click of the door. She forced herself to stay in the chair until the urge to run after him had passed.
Sara rubbed her eyes as she gathered her coat from her locker. It had been a long shift and she felt amazingly drained.
There was only one thing she had to do before she left for the day.
She knocked softly on the door before stepping into the office.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Grissom, I need to take some personal time. About a week, probably less, starting tomorrow. I know this is short notice, but I just found out about it today."
Her mother had left a message at the front desk to tell her that the funerals were in two days. She could get a plane ticket, pack and get a good night sleep before she had to face her mother.
"Sure," Grissom said, wanting to ask why. He knew Sara a little bit better than everyone else and she had never asked for time off before- she didn't even use her vacation days. But Grissom had a policy not to get involved in the lives of his co-workers unless it directly interfered with their work and safety, it was less messy that way.
"Thanks. Bye Grissom."
"Bye."
Sara made a stop at the drug store before she went home and with a little help from some Sleep Gels, quickly fell into the wonderful oblivion of sleep-induced unconsciousness.
Nick had watched Sara as she headed for her car, he had also seen her ask Grissom for some time off and he was worried about her. He knew that she would never forgive him if she found out, but he told himself his role as a friend demanded he help her- even if she was too stubborn to admit she needed anyone, and no matter what the cost.
So he snooped.
Getting into her locker was easy- misspent youth- and finding what he was looking for was even easier. The locker was empty except for a few files and some slips of paper. He flipped through the slips until he got to the message from today.
'Funerals in two days, Sunset Cemetery, 2:00."
So that's why she had asked for the time off.
He got all his stuff and walked back to Grissom's office.
"Grissom, I need some time off."
"No."
Nick stopped, "What do you mean, No?"
Grissom looked at him with that look, "I mean, no. I can't let you have the time off, Sara's going to be gone for the next few days and I can't be that short on help."
"Grissom," Nick started, shutting the door and sitting down in one of the chairs, "did Sara tell you why she needed the time off?"
"No," Grissom said, curious now.
"She has to go to her Grandparent's funerals." Nick hated letting that information out when he was pretty sure Sara didn't want anyone to know, but he needed to convince him to let him go.
"So, you want to go for what, moral support?"
Nick nodded.
Grissom sighed, if it was true Sara would need all the friends she could get, and let's face it- underneath it all, he's got a soft heart.
"I guess we can get some of the day shift to switch for a bit," he paused to look Nick in the eye, "take care of her, all right?"
"Always."
AN: I know this isn't the best chapter, but it'll get better (or at least I hope you think it gets better). Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it inspires me to actually write some more instead of putting it off. Oh, yeah, I'm still open to suggestions if anyone has some.
Bad Wisdom: Part 3
Sleepless nights were becoming a pattern for Sara.
She finally gave up all pretense of rest an hour before her alarm was set to go off. Her usual morning routine- showering, dressing, eating- took all of about 20 minutes. She didn't want to go to work early again, people were starting to give her weird looks, and maybe it was her pride, but she didn't want everyone to think she was pathetic enough to have that little of a life outside of work…even if it was true.
She finally decided to take a walk to kill some time. She refused to let herself think about yesterday—at least for the first 30 minutes she was conscious, but the fresh air and blue skies that greeted her as she stepped out of her apartment refused to let her have that piece of mind.
Every stretch of grass, every flower and bird—everything reminded her of yesterday.
She should have known better than to try to open up. The same thing happened every time, why the hell couldn't she just make her heart remember that?
She worked on clearing her mind the whole way back to her building and by the time she climbed into her car she was once again behind the glass wall that had shielded her so well from most emotions. She'd just pretend that nothing happened and avoid Nick.
Simple as that.
Nick's feet beat into the pavement. Running usually helped him clear his head, but nothing he had tried so far could help him erase the image of those haunted brown eyes.
He was ashamed of himself, he had let his emotions rule out over his rational thought.
It wasn't something he let happen very often.
He had to make it up to her somehow.
He desperately didn't want to lose her.
Sara was sent out to a scene with Catherine practically the minute she stepped through the door. As they headed for the car she tried to convince herself that the pang in her stomach was relief at not seeing Nick instead of the longing her heart claimed it was.
They got to work as soon as they stepped out of the car- photographing, collecting, and logging all the evidence. It took most of the day before they were satisfied that they had gotten everything that might help solve the case.
Catherine had been watching Sara closely all day, something didn't seem right. It seemed like her heart wasn't in it, and for Sara that was unusual.
She waited until they were in the car before her natural curiosity get the better of her.
"Is something wrong?"
Sara refused to meet her eyes, "No, I'm fine."
Catherine glanced at her, "All right, it's just that you seem a little…distracted."
"Sorry, but I don't have anything to be distracted by." 'Unless you count my life falling apart a distraction,' she thought.
Catherine didn't press the issue, and they finished the ride in silence.
Nick had spent the day in the lab processing some of the trace from his DB. He had heard that Sara and Catherine were on a case and he was kind of glad to have some extra time to prepare himself before he ran into her. He still couldn't think of a way to make his behavior up to her.
He could feel her the second she walked into the room, there was a change in the air that only she created (and only he felt).
"Hey, Nick, you the new lab rat?" Catherine asked with a smile, "Where's Greg?"
"He's working on Grissom's case," Nick said watching Sara, who was standing quietly near the door.
Catherine glanced back and forth between the two.
Oh, yes, there was definitely something going on here.
"Well, I have to go talk to Grissom about something," she said walking to the door.
Neither of them heard her—Nick was too busy trying to get Sara to look at him, and Sara was too busy trying to pretend he wasn't there.
After a few minutes of awkward silence Nick stood up.
"Well, I'm done here. It's all yours."
Sara didn't reply, she didn't look at him. It wasn't rudeness, it was just quiet acceptance.
Nick paused at the door and turned back to her.
Sara refused to turn and meet the eyes she could feel looking at her, she just continued to get the equipment she needed ready to run the prints they had found.
Nick watched her for a minute before closing the door behind him with a sigh.
Sara grew still when she heard the click of the door. She forced herself to stay in the chair until the urge to run after him had passed.
Sara rubbed her eyes as she gathered her coat from her locker. It had been a long shift and she felt amazingly drained.
There was only one thing she had to do before she left for the day.
She knocked softly on the door before stepping into the office.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Grissom, I need to take some personal time. About a week, probably less, starting tomorrow. I know this is short notice, but I just found out about it today."
Her mother had left a message at the front desk to tell her that the funerals were in two days. She could get a plane ticket, pack and get a good night sleep before she had to face her mother.
"Sure," Grissom said, wanting to ask why. He knew Sara a little bit better than everyone else and she had never asked for time off before- she didn't even use her vacation days. But Grissom had a policy not to get involved in the lives of his co-workers unless it directly interfered with their work and safety, it was less messy that way.
"Thanks. Bye Grissom."
"Bye."
Sara made a stop at the drug store before she went home and with a little help from some Sleep Gels, quickly fell into the wonderful oblivion of sleep-induced unconsciousness.
Nick had watched Sara as she headed for her car, he had also seen her ask Grissom for some time off and he was worried about her. He knew that she would never forgive him if she found out, but he told himself his role as a friend demanded he help her- even if she was too stubborn to admit she needed anyone, and no matter what the cost.
So he snooped.
Getting into her locker was easy- misspent youth- and finding what he was looking for was even easier. The locker was empty except for a few files and some slips of paper. He flipped through the slips until he got to the message from today.
'Funerals in two days, Sunset Cemetery, 2:00."
So that's why she had asked for the time off.
He got all his stuff and walked back to Grissom's office.
"Grissom, I need some time off."
"No."
Nick stopped, "What do you mean, No?"
Grissom looked at him with that look, "I mean, no. I can't let you have the time off, Sara's going to be gone for the next few days and I can't be that short on help."
"Grissom," Nick started, shutting the door and sitting down in one of the chairs, "did Sara tell you why she needed the time off?"
"No," Grissom said, curious now.
"She has to go to her Grandparent's funerals." Nick hated letting that information out when he was pretty sure Sara didn't want anyone to know, but he needed to convince him to let him go.
"So, you want to go for what, moral support?"
Nick nodded.
Grissom sighed, if it was true Sara would need all the friends she could get, and let's face it- underneath it all, he's got a soft heart.
"I guess we can get some of the day shift to switch for a bit," he paused to look Nick in the eye, "take care of her, all right?"
"Always."