Disclaimer, header etc. in part 1.
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With Dreams Untold (6/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
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Experiencing an eerie feeling of déjà-vu he once again opened his eyes to find himself lying face down on the ground. His suspicions were confirmed further when he looked around, identified the room and felt for the bump at the back of his head.
He slowly moved and finally stood up, holding on to the sink on the wall.
'"... when it actually rolled into the sink and ..."'
His head jerked upwards as he suddenly remembered her words, remembered what he had just experienced.
'Hallucinations. Fear, uncertainty, a hit on the back of my head - I was just hallucinating ...'
He didn't realise he had started to move until he was through the doors of the morgue.
He had to see her.
Now.
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Grissom hurried down the hallway. He'd already tried to page her but since she didn't answer right away he'd decided to go and look for her himself.
He'd stopped at Greg's lab, an uneasy feeling spreading through him when he looked through the small window-pane. Two persons. Greg and Nick. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
"... wanted to go to that new club because Sam told me that -"
"Does anyone know where Sara is?"
"Hey, welcome back, Gris!" Nick replied. "How was your vacation?"
"Sara, Nick?" Grissom asked, impatience obvious in his voice.
"Try the locker room. I think she may already be on her way out," Greg supplied helpfully. Grissom was already halfway through the door when he suddenly stopped and turned around again.
He stared at Greg.
"Sam?"
"Huh?"
"When I came into the room you were talking about -"
"Oh, yeah, that's a girl I just met the other night. She -"
"Samantha Jennings?" Grissom asked again, not sure what he would do if ...
"Yeah, that's her name," Greg said hesitantly, surprise apparent in his voice. "But how did you -"
"With a BA in physics and biology?"
"Not yet. She - she's just started her first year, but how do you -" But Grissom was already out of the lab before he was able to finish his sentence. Confusion clearly written all over his face he turned around to face Nick. "How did he -"
"Don't ask me, Greggo," Nick said, "don't ask me."
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When he finally arrived at the locker room and found it empty, all energy suddenly seemed to leave him and he leaned heavily against one of the metal doors.
What was he doing here?
After he'd awoken again on the cold floor, his first impulse had been to go and look for Sara.
But now ...
A look into the future? Was that what he was supposed to believe - that this strange interlude had been really a look into the future? Into *their* future? That was crazy. Downright crazy. But perhaps that was it. Perhaps he *was* going crazy.
'There has to be a rational explanation,' he thought, wearily rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses.
Now that the cloud of pain that had numbed his ability to think was slowly but surely dissolving, he grasped for rationality, wanted desperately to get his hold on reality back. After all he was a man of science, a man who had learned to trust only in evidence.
And there was plenty to back up a rational explanation, wasn't there?
Uncertainty concerning his place in life, the possibility of permanently loosing his hearing looming above his head, his attempts at distancing himself from work - after the hit on the back of his head his mind just did a bit of extrapolation and provided him with a fascinating, albeit unreal and surreal dream.
Cath and Warrick ... he both wanted them to be happy. Catherine deserved someone who would treat her better than Eddie, someone who saw her as the great and loving person he knew she was. Warrick adored Lindsey and Grissom knew that his instinct to protect Catherine was just as strong as his own. And as socially inapt as Grissom knew he sometimes tended to be, he wasn't blind. He'd always suspected that there might be the potential for something more between the two of them, for something that went beyond friendship. He just never assumed that they would actually act on it.
And the girl's name, well Greg had probably been talking about her for quite some time and he'd possibly overheard one of his conversations and only remembered her name now.
And Sara ... he didn't want her to stop being a part of his life. That much he was willing to admit to himself. He knew there was more to it, but ...
'No. Don't go there.'
There was no way his future would play out like that.
No way.
He couldn't and wouldn't risk what they had for the slight chance that ... And, and even if ... even if she would want him to be more than just a friend it wouldn't be fair to her, not now.
It was too late.
No, it had been just a dream. A cruel, taunting dream.
'Hallucinations. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not going to happen. Get over it and move on.'
Move on ... What if he really moved on? Right now? Packed his things and went away, made a clean break with his past, with his team, with everything? Leave everything behind before he would be forced to feel it all slip through his grasping hands ...
It would probably be best.
He closed his eyes and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground, back propped up against one of the lockers, his arms folded on his bend knees with his forehead resting on top of them.
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With Dreams Untold (6/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
~~*~~
Experiencing an eerie feeling of déjà-vu he once again opened his eyes to find himself lying face down on the ground. His suspicions were confirmed further when he looked around, identified the room and felt for the bump at the back of his head.
He slowly moved and finally stood up, holding on to the sink on the wall.
'"... when it actually rolled into the sink and ..."'
His head jerked upwards as he suddenly remembered her words, remembered what he had just experienced.
'Hallucinations. Fear, uncertainty, a hit on the back of my head - I was just hallucinating ...'
He didn't realise he had started to move until he was through the doors of the morgue.
He had to see her.
Now.
~~*~~
Grissom hurried down the hallway. He'd already tried to page her but since she didn't answer right away he'd decided to go and look for her himself.
He'd stopped at Greg's lab, an uneasy feeling spreading through him when he looked through the small window-pane. Two persons. Greg and Nick. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
"... wanted to go to that new club because Sam told me that -"
"Does anyone know where Sara is?"
"Hey, welcome back, Gris!" Nick replied. "How was your vacation?"
"Sara, Nick?" Grissom asked, impatience obvious in his voice.
"Try the locker room. I think she may already be on her way out," Greg supplied helpfully. Grissom was already halfway through the door when he suddenly stopped and turned around again.
He stared at Greg.
"Sam?"
"Huh?"
"When I came into the room you were talking about -"
"Oh, yeah, that's a girl I just met the other night. She -"
"Samantha Jennings?" Grissom asked again, not sure what he would do if ...
"Yeah, that's her name," Greg said hesitantly, surprise apparent in his voice. "But how did you -"
"With a BA in physics and biology?"
"Not yet. She - she's just started her first year, but how do you -" But Grissom was already out of the lab before he was able to finish his sentence. Confusion clearly written all over his face he turned around to face Nick. "How did he -"
"Don't ask me, Greggo," Nick said, "don't ask me."
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When he finally arrived at the locker room and found it empty, all energy suddenly seemed to leave him and he leaned heavily against one of the metal doors.
What was he doing here?
After he'd awoken again on the cold floor, his first impulse had been to go and look for Sara.
But now ...
A look into the future? Was that what he was supposed to believe - that this strange interlude had been really a look into the future? Into *their* future? That was crazy. Downright crazy. But perhaps that was it. Perhaps he *was* going crazy.
'There has to be a rational explanation,' he thought, wearily rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses.
Now that the cloud of pain that had numbed his ability to think was slowly but surely dissolving, he grasped for rationality, wanted desperately to get his hold on reality back. After all he was a man of science, a man who had learned to trust only in evidence.
And there was plenty to back up a rational explanation, wasn't there?
Uncertainty concerning his place in life, the possibility of permanently loosing his hearing looming above his head, his attempts at distancing himself from work - after the hit on the back of his head his mind just did a bit of extrapolation and provided him with a fascinating, albeit unreal and surreal dream.
Cath and Warrick ... he both wanted them to be happy. Catherine deserved someone who would treat her better than Eddie, someone who saw her as the great and loving person he knew she was. Warrick adored Lindsey and Grissom knew that his instinct to protect Catherine was just as strong as his own. And as socially inapt as Grissom knew he sometimes tended to be, he wasn't blind. He'd always suspected that there might be the potential for something more between the two of them, for something that went beyond friendship. He just never assumed that they would actually act on it.
And the girl's name, well Greg had probably been talking about her for quite some time and he'd possibly overheard one of his conversations and only remembered her name now.
And Sara ... he didn't want her to stop being a part of his life. That much he was willing to admit to himself. He knew there was more to it, but ...
'No. Don't go there.'
There was no way his future would play out like that.
No way.
He couldn't and wouldn't risk what they had for the slight chance that ... And, and even if ... even if she would want him to be more than just a friend it wouldn't be fair to her, not now.
It was too late.
No, it had been just a dream. A cruel, taunting dream.
'Hallucinations. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not going to happen. Get over it and move on.'
Move on ... What if he really moved on? Right now? Packed his things and went away, made a clean break with his past, with his team, with everything? Leave everything behind before he would be forced to feel it all slip through his grasping hands ...
It would probably be best.
He closed his eyes and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground, back propped up against one of the lockers, his arms folded on his bend knees with his forehead resting on top of them.
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