***1. I don't own these characters, this show, or CBS (obviously, or
Season 3 would have been very different). 2. I'm not making any cash at
all out of this. 3. Word to all the UtB people (especially
freak_of_nature who was SOOOO nice to beta this for me weeks ago!! Thanks
so much!!) Also, any references to other persons/or places in Nevada are
completely contrived and have no basis in reality!***
Chapter 2:
Though he cringed in his seat, he was surprised by the gentle tones of a piano. The slow melody of notes grew in volume slowly and he relaxed a little. Then the strings kicked in. It was a deep and melancholy piece, classical instruments melded with electronic sounds. The song was teeming with emotion, straining with sorrow.
"What is this?" he asked, unable to disguise the surprise in his voice.
"It's called God Moving Over the Face of the Waters. It's by Moby."
"Moby?" he asked, but then went silent, taken aback by a new, more powerful harmony that slipped into the song, pulsing and dancing with the first one. It was a crescendo of pain and serenity. It was acceptance of all the bittersweet truth of life.
Grissom felt the music pulling at his heart and he turned to Sara. Her eyes were red; she was holding back tears. This song was so powerful to her that it could make her cry if she let herself.
Something about that struck him and in that stunned moment, he allowed his gaze to stop on Sara Sidle for the first time in months. His eyes traced her chin and her serious mouth. He often marveled that such a sensible mouth could curve into the kind of smile that made everyone in its path melt. Sunlight slipped through the windows and painted streaks of gold on her dark hair. Was it warm to the touch? Insanely, he imagined reaching for one of those dark strands.
"What is it?" she asked, and he jerked his head to stare back at the pavement, shamed that he had allowed himself to stare.
"Nothing."
Chapter 2:
Though he cringed in his seat, he was surprised by the gentle tones of a piano. The slow melody of notes grew in volume slowly and he relaxed a little. Then the strings kicked in. It was a deep and melancholy piece, classical instruments melded with electronic sounds. The song was teeming with emotion, straining with sorrow.
"What is this?" he asked, unable to disguise the surprise in his voice.
"It's called God Moving Over the Face of the Waters. It's by Moby."
"Moby?" he asked, but then went silent, taken aback by a new, more powerful harmony that slipped into the song, pulsing and dancing with the first one. It was a crescendo of pain and serenity. It was acceptance of all the bittersweet truth of life.
Grissom felt the music pulling at his heart and he turned to Sara. Her eyes were red; she was holding back tears. This song was so powerful to her that it could make her cry if she let herself.
Something about that struck him and in that stunned moment, he allowed his gaze to stop on Sara Sidle for the first time in months. His eyes traced her chin and her serious mouth. He often marveled that such a sensible mouth could curve into the kind of smile that made everyone in its path melt. Sunlight slipped through the windows and painted streaks of gold on her dark hair. Was it warm to the touch? Insanely, he imagined reaching for one of those dark strands.
"What is it?" she asked, and he jerked his head to stare back at the pavement, shamed that he had allowed himself to stare.
"Nothing."