Disclaimer, header etc. in part 1.
~~*~~
With Dreams Untold (5/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
~~*~~
After the small family had left, Grissom found himself still unable to fully comprehend what was happening. His now again pounding headache made it hard for him to concentrate, hard to form any clear thoughts at all. Everything just seemed to be so completely out of place.
No, that wasn't quite right.
*He* was the one who was out of place.
Grissom had been looking for a room to be alone in order to sort through his muddled thoughts when he found himself in front of the break room. With now both Nick and Warrick down at the garage, Greg at the lab and Catherine and Billy on their way out he'd figured it would be as good as any other place. He'd just stepped inside and closed the door behind him when he heard somebody open it again.
"Hey, I hoped to find you down here," Grissom heard a familiar voice behind him.
'I can run, but I can't hide. At least not from her,' he thought, aware of the fact that now he obviously wouldn't be able to avoid having the conversation he dreaded most since he saw her at the lab.
Not wanting to face her, he lowered his head and kept his back towards the door. He heard the faint noise of her footsteps and startled when her arms sneaked around his torso, when she hugged him close to her.
"Where have you been? I've paged you some time ago and Nick just told me that he found you at the morgue. But you never came down to the lab," Sara said softly and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I ... came across something -" he told her hesitantly, wondering what made her act this way. He expected her to start laughing at him and turn it into a joke any minute now. But she didn't. And instead of trying to break her hold on him, he felt himself involuntarily and almost naturally lean into her embrace.
"- and you lost track of time, I suppose." He knew she was smiling by now. "Some things never chance, Gris, don't they?" She loosened her hold on him and he instantly missed her warmth. He felt her slide around his unmoving form only to stop when she stood right in front of him, still close enough to touch. "Why don't I brief you about Greg's findings and then we get out of here? We still have to buy some stuff for tonight."
"What about tonight?" he said, slowly raising his head until he faced her. She looked just the way she did when he'd spotted her through the window, only now she was standing so much closer, watching him intently, openly, and he realised ... He suddenly found it hard to breath and struggled to get air past the rapidly forming lump in his throat.
"You promised me to cook us dinner tonight, remember?" Sara asked him, her hand resting on his shirt, right over the place where his heart was beating frantically.
"Us?" he asked, completely puzzled.
"Yeah, us. You, me, candles, wine, your famous vegetarian lasagne ..."
"What?" he croaked, not believing what she was saying. Was she implying that they had a date? A candlelight dinner? But what about Greg?
When she spoke again he realised that he must have asked the last question out loud.
"Greg? Oh, come on Gris, I thought we agreed on having a day off, a day completely to ourselves. I know we're supposed to be working on our social skills - and you're doing great by the way - but this was supposed to be *our* night. Besides, Greg told me that he and his fiancée have already other plans."
"Fiancée?"
"Samantha Jennings? Tall, blond hair, BA in physics and biology?"
Grissom felt as if somebody had - again - pulled the floor away from underneath his feet. His head was suddenly spinning and another wave of dizziness rolled over him as he swayed slightly and held his head.
Sara grasped his arm and steadied him, concern etched deeply into her features. She led him to a chair in the corner where she made him sit down and gently ran her hand over the back of his head.
"Nick told me that you bumped your head earlier this evening, but he also told me that he checked if there were any signs for a concussion and *promised* me that everything was all right. But now I'm not so sure ..."
She crouched down in front of him, moved her hand away from the back of his head and gently cupped his cheek.
Another situation, similar but at the same time so much different from this one flashed up before his inner eye. '"Chalk."'
He closed his eyes when he felt the coolness of her ring come in contact with his flushed skin.
When he opened his eyes again, he just looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, looked directly into her caring eyes and silently thanked whoever the person was that had the honour to be her husband, thanked him for giving her back what he believed had been lost to her forever.
As he hesitantly covered her small hand on his cheek with his own, he felt her gentleness touch something deep inside of him. Touch a place he had believed to be long buried, forgotten, gone. And even though it hurt, right at that moment he was glad, so very glad that he still had her friendship, still had her in his life.
She gently smiled at his gesture and he had to blink rapidly a few times in order to clear his vision.
But then her expression turned serious again and she silently lowered her hand, stood up and walked towards the table standing in one of the corners of the small room. She took something out of a purse that hung over one of the other chairs, turned around and approached him again.
"See, I knew I should have checked on you immediately as soon as Al told me that he found this here on one of the shelves in the morgue," she said and again knelt down in front of him.
"Normally you don't just leave it behind - especially not after the last time when it actually rolled into the sink." She smiled at the memory. "You had to dismantle nearly the whole plumbing system to recover it."
Then she took his hand into hers and slipped a golden band on his finger. It was a perfect fit.
"There you go."
He couldn't breath, couldn't move, could just stare at their joined hands, each wearing a simple golden ring. They matched.
Then everything went black.
~~*~~
~~*~~
With Dreams Untold (5/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
~~*~~
After the small family had left, Grissom found himself still unable to fully comprehend what was happening. His now again pounding headache made it hard for him to concentrate, hard to form any clear thoughts at all. Everything just seemed to be so completely out of place.
No, that wasn't quite right.
*He* was the one who was out of place.
Grissom had been looking for a room to be alone in order to sort through his muddled thoughts when he found himself in front of the break room. With now both Nick and Warrick down at the garage, Greg at the lab and Catherine and Billy on their way out he'd figured it would be as good as any other place. He'd just stepped inside and closed the door behind him when he heard somebody open it again.
"Hey, I hoped to find you down here," Grissom heard a familiar voice behind him.
'I can run, but I can't hide. At least not from her,' he thought, aware of the fact that now he obviously wouldn't be able to avoid having the conversation he dreaded most since he saw her at the lab.
Not wanting to face her, he lowered his head and kept his back towards the door. He heard the faint noise of her footsteps and startled when her arms sneaked around his torso, when she hugged him close to her.
"Where have you been? I've paged you some time ago and Nick just told me that he found you at the morgue. But you never came down to the lab," Sara said softly and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I ... came across something -" he told her hesitantly, wondering what made her act this way. He expected her to start laughing at him and turn it into a joke any minute now. But she didn't. And instead of trying to break her hold on him, he felt himself involuntarily and almost naturally lean into her embrace.
"- and you lost track of time, I suppose." He knew she was smiling by now. "Some things never chance, Gris, don't they?" She loosened her hold on him and he instantly missed her warmth. He felt her slide around his unmoving form only to stop when she stood right in front of him, still close enough to touch. "Why don't I brief you about Greg's findings and then we get out of here? We still have to buy some stuff for tonight."
"What about tonight?" he said, slowly raising his head until he faced her. She looked just the way she did when he'd spotted her through the window, only now she was standing so much closer, watching him intently, openly, and he realised ... He suddenly found it hard to breath and struggled to get air past the rapidly forming lump in his throat.
"You promised me to cook us dinner tonight, remember?" Sara asked him, her hand resting on his shirt, right over the place where his heart was beating frantically.
"Us?" he asked, completely puzzled.
"Yeah, us. You, me, candles, wine, your famous vegetarian lasagne ..."
"What?" he croaked, not believing what she was saying. Was she implying that they had a date? A candlelight dinner? But what about Greg?
When she spoke again he realised that he must have asked the last question out loud.
"Greg? Oh, come on Gris, I thought we agreed on having a day off, a day completely to ourselves. I know we're supposed to be working on our social skills - and you're doing great by the way - but this was supposed to be *our* night. Besides, Greg told me that he and his fiancée have already other plans."
"Fiancée?"
"Samantha Jennings? Tall, blond hair, BA in physics and biology?"
Grissom felt as if somebody had - again - pulled the floor away from underneath his feet. His head was suddenly spinning and another wave of dizziness rolled over him as he swayed slightly and held his head.
Sara grasped his arm and steadied him, concern etched deeply into her features. She led him to a chair in the corner where she made him sit down and gently ran her hand over the back of his head.
"Nick told me that you bumped your head earlier this evening, but he also told me that he checked if there were any signs for a concussion and *promised* me that everything was all right. But now I'm not so sure ..."
She crouched down in front of him, moved her hand away from the back of his head and gently cupped his cheek.
Another situation, similar but at the same time so much different from this one flashed up before his inner eye. '"Chalk."'
He closed his eyes when he felt the coolness of her ring come in contact with his flushed skin.
When he opened his eyes again, he just looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, looked directly into her caring eyes and silently thanked whoever the person was that had the honour to be her husband, thanked him for giving her back what he believed had been lost to her forever.
As he hesitantly covered her small hand on his cheek with his own, he felt her gentleness touch something deep inside of him. Touch a place he had believed to be long buried, forgotten, gone. And even though it hurt, right at that moment he was glad, so very glad that he still had her friendship, still had her in his life.
She gently smiled at his gesture and he had to blink rapidly a few times in order to clear his vision.
But then her expression turned serious again and she silently lowered her hand, stood up and walked towards the table standing in one of the corners of the small room. She took something out of a purse that hung over one of the other chairs, turned around and approached him again.
"See, I knew I should have checked on you immediately as soon as Al told me that he found this here on one of the shelves in the morgue," she said and again knelt down in front of him.
"Normally you don't just leave it behind - especially not after the last time when it actually rolled into the sink." She smiled at the memory. "You had to dismantle nearly the whole plumbing system to recover it."
Then she took his hand into hers and slipped a golden band on his finger. It was a perfect fit.
"There you go."
He couldn't breath, couldn't move, could just stare at their joined hands, each wearing a simple golden ring. They matched.
Then everything went black.
~~*~~
