Sara turned the key in her Tahoe and as the engine died she stepped out.
She climbed the stairs up and stumbled through the door.
All she could think about was sleep. She took a few steps, dropped her keys on the ground and fell onto the couch.
Normally Sara didn't get that beat but she had gotten into argument with Grissom at work and it had soon turned into a yelling match.
Not that she would admit it to anyone else, but Sara always did enjoy seeing Grissom a bit riled up. But Gil wasn't just plain riled up this time and it had made Sara blind with rage.
As sleep fought to over take her, Sara couldn't keep the image of Grissom out of her head. His voice has risen to an unbeknownst level, yet his eyes were overflowing with compassion and worry . . . for her.
Finally Sara put his face of mixed emotions in the back of her mind and fell into the restless sleep that she was sure would be interrupted by the vibration of her pager against her stomach.
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Sara's eyes fluttered open and she immediately chuckled to herself. Looking down at her pager to make sure it was on, she shuffled over to the small kitchen.
After a minute or two of rummaging about in the cupboard she found what she had been seeking. Powdered Chai Latte mix, caffinated of course. As she turned on the electric teakettle, her eyes laid upon the fallen set of keys that had been dropped on the ground the previous night.
She leaned over and scooped the keys up when something caught her eye.
It was a miniature picture frame containing a picture of her and Hank, back when they were still dating. She hadn't remembered that is was still on her key ring and not with the rest of the melted or burned mementos of the relationship.
Sara, angry that she had been so foolish not to have seen something on and item she used every time she went into her house or had to use her car, ripped the key-chain off using her cold, nimble fingers and threw it back on the ground. She watched it slide across the hardwood floor and stop somewhere near the dusty coat rack.
Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Sara flipped through they primary keys on the ring and started to go through the few key chains she had hanging.
There was a small high heeled shoe she had gotten from Lindsey last Christmas. There was also a tiny purse given to her by Warrick to resemble the one he had purchased for an ex-girlfriend of his. Another was a tiny replica of Texas from Nick.
The last key chain made tears start to form in Sara's eyes. It was a moth. It was a pale indigo shade, Sara's favorite color. But the giver was the significant thing. Grissom had given it to her on her second official day in Las Vegas, after he had partially explained his fascination with bugs.
Before she could hold it in any longer, she burst out laughing and in tears. The strange combination of feelings was caused by the irony of it all. Sara wouldn't admit it before but it all seemed so simple now.
Grissom got all mad and jealous-like when he found out her and Hank were going out, yet he was still supportive of her. He was the one who was always there when she needed him and never there when she didn't.
Grissom was the one who would be at work for three days strait when she was but still insist she go home and get some sleep, even when he himself wouldn't. He was also oh so protective of her in the strip strangler cases and was super-opposed to her "baiting" herself.
Deciding she needed someone to tell her new revelation to, she picked up the newly cleaned out set of keys and ran out the door. Oh her way out, she had unintentionally stepped on the picture frame that lay forgotten on the ground.
All she could think about was sleep. She took a few steps, dropped her keys on the ground and fell onto the couch.
Normally Sara didn't get that beat but she had gotten into argument with Grissom at work and it had soon turned into a yelling match.
Not that she would admit it to anyone else, but Sara always did enjoy seeing Grissom a bit riled up. But Gil wasn't just plain riled up this time and it had made Sara blind with rage.
As sleep fought to over take her, Sara couldn't keep the image of Grissom out of her head. His voice has risen to an unbeknownst level, yet his eyes were overflowing with compassion and worry . . . for her.
Finally Sara put his face of mixed emotions in the back of her mind and fell into the restless sleep that she was sure would be interrupted by the vibration of her pager against her stomach.
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Sara's eyes fluttered open and she immediately chuckled to herself. Looking down at her pager to make sure it was on, she shuffled over to the small kitchen.
After a minute or two of rummaging about in the cupboard she found what she had been seeking. Powdered Chai Latte mix, caffinated of course. As she turned on the electric teakettle, her eyes laid upon the fallen set of keys that had been dropped on the ground the previous night.
She leaned over and scooped the keys up when something caught her eye.
It was a miniature picture frame containing a picture of her and Hank, back when they were still dating. She hadn't remembered that is was still on her key ring and not with the rest of the melted or burned mementos of the relationship.
Sara, angry that she had been so foolish not to have seen something on and item she used every time she went into her house or had to use her car, ripped the key-chain off using her cold, nimble fingers and threw it back on the ground. She watched it slide across the hardwood floor and stop somewhere near the dusty coat rack.
Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Sara flipped through they primary keys on the ring and started to go through the few key chains she had hanging.
There was a small high heeled shoe she had gotten from Lindsey last Christmas. There was also a tiny purse given to her by Warrick to resemble the one he had purchased for an ex-girlfriend of his. Another was a tiny replica of Texas from Nick.
The last key chain made tears start to form in Sara's eyes. It was a moth. It was a pale indigo shade, Sara's favorite color. But the giver was the significant thing. Grissom had given it to her on her second official day in Las Vegas, after he had partially explained his fascination with bugs.
Before she could hold it in any longer, she burst out laughing and in tears. The strange combination of feelings was caused by the irony of it all. Sara wouldn't admit it before but it all seemed so simple now.
Grissom got all mad and jealous-like when he found out her and Hank were going out, yet he was still supportive of her. He was the one who was always there when she needed him and never there when she didn't.
Grissom was the one who would be at work for three days strait when she was but still insist she go home and get some sleep, even when he himself wouldn't. He was also oh so protective of her in the strip strangler cases and was super-opposed to her "baiting" herself.
Deciding she needed someone to tell her new revelation to, she picked up the newly cleaned out set of keys and ran out the door. Oh her way out, she had unintentionally stepped on the picture frame that lay forgotten on the ground.
