1 All That I've Tried – A Sara/Grissom Fic
Special note:
Thanks to Caitlin C, Nick, and professor creepy.
My first language is not English, so, please don't be too annoyed by the grammar. I appreciate a correction note in the review section.
Disclaimer: CSI & etc. does not belong to me. "So Unsexy" belongs to Alanis Morissette. I made nothing out of this story other than personal satisfaction and a healthy mental state. Don't sue me.
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"Oh these little rejections how they add up so quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power
1.1 To make me feel the way only my father could"
This was one of those nights I spent alone in my apartment. As usual, the darkness and silence welcomed me when I turned on the lights.
I told him I wanted to quit today. This was not an easy decision for me. I never wanted to leave this place; I never wanted to be away from him. I just wish he could hear the scream and tearing heart when I told him, almost calmly, that I wanted to leave.
"Sara you little fool," a little voice echoed in my mind, "you know he couldn't hear you. He never did."
I filled up the bathtub with hot water and some vanilla bathing gel. I breathed in the sweet scent and the steam deeply as the water in the tub rose slowly.
What had I done? How did I get to be like this?
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She always remembered the seminar in her second year of college. A theoretical physics student being as uncertain as she could be, a friend in biology dragged her to a seminar about forensic science. "This could be fun," she remembered Lana said, " You will never know what's ahead of you, Sara. You're way more than the type to be stucked with math and stimulations."
Lana was right.
The lecturer was a handsome fourty-ish man. The age did not erode him; instead, made his natural charm glowing. He seemed to be a little bit shy just like most of her professors in physics, but when he started to speak, the glow in his eyes simply took over the hall.
She was fascinated by forensic investigations. She always wanted to do something that would make a difference to the world. She was an idealist.
After the seminar she walked down the seats and stairs. There were students already crowded him with more questions. She patiently waited till everybody was finished. She asked him if it was possible for a physics major to participate in forensic investigation, and what background she would need to have.
Something in her must have moved him. Perhaps he saw a young version of himself in her as a youngster trying the impossible. She would not know anyway.
He answered her questions, encouraged her to work to her dream, and left his name and contact number. She carefully read that piece of paper ripped from his notepad. Gil Grissom, 555-xxx.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Sara Sidle."
"Sara, if you ever have trouble finding an intern job, call me. Being a forensic investigator, it's all experience that matters."
She smiled, looked up to him and said thank you. Her eyes met his, and he smiled. The warmth and glow from his eyes went through her.
She would not know that she would be working alone side of him two years later.
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She called once the summer after the seminar. The person who took the phone said that Gil Grissom was transferred to, somewhere else she could not remember now. She hang up the phone and could not make the next call to him. Sara found a summer job anyway, processing fibers, plastics and metals in a private lab. The next fall she tried to finish her physics degree and picked up chemistry and biology courses at the same time. When Sara graduated, instead of heading to grad school like most of her friends did, she landed herself as an intern in the Boston PD Crime Lab.
When she walked into the lab, she gasped. Gil Grissom. What a pleasant --- surprise. He was her supervisor now.
"You probably don't remember me. My name is Sara Sidle and we spoke two years ago after a seminar in Harvard."
He remembered her. The skinny girl with bright eyes and a cute gap between her teeth, was visibly uncertain about her life yet with unlimited passions and intelligence. Having so many students during his career, he felt a special connection to her. Maybe she reminded of his early self. She seemed to be more mature than two years ago. The confidence really made the difference.
"The physics student, right?" He smiled. "I see things are doing great for you. Impressive resume. You really tried to make this happen. Good job, Sara. Now, first thing first, I need one pint of your blood."
And so it began.
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Special note:
Thanks to Caitlin C, Nick, and professor creepy.
My first language is not English, so, please don't be too annoyed by the grammar. I appreciate a correction note in the review section.
Disclaimer: CSI & etc. does not belong to me. "So Unsexy" belongs to Alanis Morissette. I made nothing out of this story other than personal satisfaction and a healthy mental state. Don't sue me.
&&&&&&&&&&&
"Oh these little rejections how they add up so quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power
1.1 To make me feel the way only my father could"
This was one of those nights I spent alone in my apartment. As usual, the darkness and silence welcomed me when I turned on the lights.
I told him I wanted to quit today. This was not an easy decision for me. I never wanted to leave this place; I never wanted to be away from him. I just wish he could hear the scream and tearing heart when I told him, almost calmly, that I wanted to leave.
"Sara you little fool," a little voice echoed in my mind, "you know he couldn't hear you. He never did."
I filled up the bathtub with hot water and some vanilla bathing gel. I breathed in the sweet scent and the steam deeply as the water in the tub rose slowly.
What had I done? How did I get to be like this?
######
She always remembered the seminar in her second year of college. A theoretical physics student being as uncertain as she could be, a friend in biology dragged her to a seminar about forensic science. "This could be fun," she remembered Lana said, " You will never know what's ahead of you, Sara. You're way more than the type to be stucked with math and stimulations."
Lana was right.
The lecturer was a handsome fourty-ish man. The age did not erode him; instead, made his natural charm glowing. He seemed to be a little bit shy just like most of her professors in physics, but when he started to speak, the glow in his eyes simply took over the hall.
She was fascinated by forensic investigations. She always wanted to do something that would make a difference to the world. She was an idealist.
After the seminar she walked down the seats and stairs. There were students already crowded him with more questions. She patiently waited till everybody was finished. She asked him if it was possible for a physics major to participate in forensic investigation, and what background she would need to have.
Something in her must have moved him. Perhaps he saw a young version of himself in her as a youngster trying the impossible. She would not know anyway.
He answered her questions, encouraged her to work to her dream, and left his name and contact number. She carefully read that piece of paper ripped from his notepad. Gil Grissom, 555-xxx.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Sara Sidle."
"Sara, if you ever have trouble finding an intern job, call me. Being a forensic investigator, it's all experience that matters."
She smiled, looked up to him and said thank you. Her eyes met his, and he smiled. The warmth and glow from his eyes went through her.
She would not know that she would be working alone side of him two years later.
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She called once the summer after the seminar. The person who took the phone said that Gil Grissom was transferred to, somewhere else she could not remember now. She hang up the phone and could not make the next call to him. Sara found a summer job anyway, processing fibers, plastics and metals in a private lab. The next fall she tried to finish her physics degree and picked up chemistry and biology courses at the same time. When Sara graduated, instead of heading to grad school like most of her friends did, she landed herself as an intern in the Boston PD Crime Lab.
When she walked into the lab, she gasped. Gil Grissom. What a pleasant --- surprise. He was her supervisor now.
"You probably don't remember me. My name is Sara Sidle and we spoke two years ago after a seminar in Harvard."
He remembered her. The skinny girl with bright eyes and a cute gap between her teeth, was visibly uncertain about her life yet with unlimited passions and intelligence. Having so many students during his career, he felt a special connection to her. Maybe she reminded of his early self. She seemed to be more mature than two years ago. The confidence really made the difference.
"The physics student, right?" He smiled. "I see things are doing great for you. Impressive resume. You really tried to make this happen. Good job, Sara. Now, first thing first, I need one pint of your blood."
And so it began.
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