Disclaimer, header etc. in part 1.
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With Dreams Untold (3/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
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When he became aware of his surroundings again he found himself near his office. Although his headache was slowly easing he decided that it would probably be best if he just packed his things and went home. He didn't belong there anyway, at least not until the day after tomorrow.
'I don't belong here ...' He was surprised at the wave of sadness that swept through him as he wondered about where his place would be when he finally had to go. He had actually managed to make himself redundant. But that's what he had wanted to achieve, right?
Right.
Then the image of Sara's golden wedding band flashed again up before his inner eye and he wondered whether the price he had made himself pay for his team's and his own independence might turn out to be too much for him.
Deeply occupied with his own thoughts he didn't notice Warrick until he nearly ran into him.
"Gris, I was just about to page you," the younger man addressed him. "Is everything all right? You don't look so good, man."
"I'm fine."
"You sure? You look pretty much shaken."
He nearly laughed out loud at those words. Shaken. His whole world just turned upside down. Shaken was definitely the understatement of the century.
"Daddy!!!"
Grissom heard a high-pitched voice call from the other end of the hallway. He turned towards the source of the noise and saw a child, not much older than two and a half years, run down the corridor as quickly as his short legs would carry him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Warrick smile and when he turned around in order to ask him whether he knew who the boy belonged to, he watched Warrick squat down and open his arms wide. When the toddler flung himself at him, the tall man laughed and nearly fell flat on his back.
"Hey, little rascal, I missed you!" he heard Warrick say while he engulfed the small boy completely in his embrace.
"Daddy! I found you!" the boy said proudly with shining brown eyes and a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, you did. Did you came here all on your own or did you bring mommy with you?"
"Noooo, daddy. Mommy took me. She's there," he said and turned around to point down the hallway.
Grissom followed his outstretched arm, and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted a familiar face walking through the crowd at the end of the hallway.
"Catherine!" Grissom said and started to walk towards her only to be nearly run over by the small boy.
"Mommy!!!" he yelled down the corridor and Grissom watched with disbelief and fascination as the boy ran directly into Catherine's waiting arms.
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Author's notes II: Btw - the title of the story is from a song by the Platters - "Twilight Time" :-)
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With Dreams Untold (3/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
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When he became aware of his surroundings again he found himself near his office. Although his headache was slowly easing he decided that it would probably be best if he just packed his things and went home. He didn't belong there anyway, at least not until the day after tomorrow.
'I don't belong here ...' He was surprised at the wave of sadness that swept through him as he wondered about where his place would be when he finally had to go. He had actually managed to make himself redundant. But that's what he had wanted to achieve, right?
Right.
Then the image of Sara's golden wedding band flashed again up before his inner eye and he wondered whether the price he had made himself pay for his team's and his own independence might turn out to be too much for him.
Deeply occupied with his own thoughts he didn't notice Warrick until he nearly ran into him.
"Gris, I was just about to page you," the younger man addressed him. "Is everything all right? You don't look so good, man."
"I'm fine."
"You sure? You look pretty much shaken."
He nearly laughed out loud at those words. Shaken. His whole world just turned upside down. Shaken was definitely the understatement of the century.
"Daddy!!!"
Grissom heard a high-pitched voice call from the other end of the hallway. He turned towards the source of the noise and saw a child, not much older than two and a half years, run down the corridor as quickly as his short legs would carry him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Warrick smile and when he turned around in order to ask him whether he knew who the boy belonged to, he watched Warrick squat down and open his arms wide. When the toddler flung himself at him, the tall man laughed and nearly fell flat on his back.
"Hey, little rascal, I missed you!" he heard Warrick say while he engulfed the small boy completely in his embrace.
"Daddy! I found you!" the boy said proudly with shining brown eyes and a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, you did. Did you came here all on your own or did you bring mommy with you?"
"Noooo, daddy. Mommy took me. She's there," he said and turned around to point down the hallway.
Grissom followed his outstretched arm, and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted a familiar face walking through the crowd at the end of the hallway.
"Catherine!" Grissom said and started to walk towards her only to be nearly run over by the small boy.
"Mommy!!!" he yelled down the corridor and Grissom watched with disbelief and fascination as the boy ran directly into Catherine's waiting arms.
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Author's notes II: Btw - the title of the story is from a song by the Platters - "Twilight Time" :-)
