A/N: Betcha didn't think this second chapter was comin'…did ya! Did ya!? Ok, I'll calm down. But no, seriously, I couldn't resist. But the reason it took so long is that I actually had to start writing papers for English class. Who knew I'd actually have to do work at college? But ya, I guess I could continue this for one more chapter. If you IN-sist. Ha, you know I luv u guys. And a—hope you like it. Reviews are always nice.
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She laughed.
He smiled.
She raised an eyebrow.
"So—you're saying—Shakespeare's wrong?"
He glanced upwards. Then back at her.
"No—just—difference of opinion."
She smiled, shaking her head.
"What?"
She looked at him, a slight grin on her face.
"I just—just never thought I'd—ever hear you say that."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yea." Her hands weren't in her pockets any more. She rested them on the hood of the car. The metal was cold.
He watched her curiously.
Her eyes were staring straight ahead. Her smile slowly left.
She was thinking.
He checked his watch.
"Time to go?"
"Almost."
"Oh."
She never looked over.
They didn't say anything for a few moments.
His gaze shifted upwards. The sky was becoming clearer. He could feel the temperature dropping.
He exhaled slowly.
"Grissom?"
He looked at her. She was still staring straight ahead.
She sighed heavily, her fingers tapping the metal surface.
"Do-do you—do you ever—God, this is gonna sound weird—."
He cocked his head to the side; looking at her curiously.
"But—do you ever—just—wanna get away?
She looked at him.
He seemed confused.
"Get away from what? Work? Vegas?"
She shrugged slightly, not saying anything.
It took him a moment to respond.
He sighed.
"No."
She looked down at the ground, then back up at him.
"No? Never?"
He shook his head.
"Where would I go?"
She looked at him.
"Somewhere? Anywhere?"
They locked eyes for a moment.
A car horn blared in the background.
He blinked slowly, a sigh escaping his lips.
"Not now."
Her brow furrowed.
"But would you?"
He frowned at her.
"I don't know Sara. Why would I? I've got everything here—a decent job—a car—a—."
"But you're alone."
That remark caught him off guard.
He stared at her.
She didn't look at him.
He opened his mouth to say something; but then closed it again.
She looked down at the ground.
His fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose.
It was his turn to think.
"Sara—."
She didn't interrupt.
It was he who had not continued.
He looked down at the ground, as if the black asphalt would offer him an answer.
A way out.
She continued to stare straight ahead.
"Sara—."
"I mean—what's keeping you from leaving."
It was more of a statement than a question.
He looked at her, his lips pursed together. A frown on his face.
This time, she returned his stare.
He blinked.
Once.
"Why are you asking me this?"
She just looked at him.
Until her gaze fell away, settling itself on the ground.
"Sara—."
"It's just a question."
She turned to look at him—he was looking down this time.
"It's just a question."
Her voice was a little more than a faint whisper.
He didn't respond.
She sighed quietly.
He exhaled slowly.
"I have a job—."
"So do I."
His head snapped up.
A frown on his face.
She was looking past him.
"Sara."
Her eyes shifted. Their translucent surfaces glinted in the street lights.
He stared at her.
"Are you ok?"
She blinked slowly.
"Yea I'm fine."
He gave her a concerned look.
"I'm fine."
His lips pursed together.
"I'm fine."
"Sara—."
He just shook his head.
She looked away.
No one said anything for a few moments.
"Do you realize we never talk anymore?"
She looked at him for a response.
He shrugged slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"We're talking now."
She shook her head.
"No, Grissom—I mean talk."
She looked at him.
"Like we used too."
He shrugged again.
"We're busy people—."
"We were busy before."
He frowned at her statement. He had no immediate response.
She looked at him.
"Even when I was in a different time zone—we still talked more than this."
He remained quiet.
She just stared at him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He frowned again.
"Things change—."
"What's changed?"
"Sara—."
"No, Grissom—what's changed so much? I-I mean—wha—I just don't get it."
He shrugged again.
"I don't know Sara—."
She sighed angrily, muttering something under her breath.
He bit his lip out of frustration.
They remained silent; she looking at the sky—he, looking down at the ground. A siren wailed in the distance.
"What's changed so much Grissom?"
She didn't look at him.
He shrugged.
"Grissom—."
"I-I—what do you want me to say Sara?
I mean—."
He didn't finish.
"Something?"
He stared at her.
She stared back.
"Anything?"
He looked away; down at the ground.
Again, they were quiet.
"You have Hank—."
"What?"
He looked up at her.
"You have Hank—."
She turned away in disgust.
"And it—."
"Had."
"What?"
"Had."
He just stared at her.
She stared at the sky.
"Yea—we ah—broke up a couple of weeks ago—surprised Catherine didn't tell you."
She looked down at her hands.
He made no response.
She shook her head in disgust.
"I mean—everyone else seems to know."
So??? What do you think eh?