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Sara stood in the middle of Grissom's spacious living room. His house had very few, well, anything in it. The emptiness leered at Sara and she longed to be free, once and for all. She was tired of Grissom and all of his shit. He really didn't love her and she knew it. His heart was set on that "Madame Heather" or whatever the hell her name was. She just wanted to leave.
"Grissom! I can't believe you!" Sara yelled at Grissom. She was really pissed at him. She got an empty box and went in to her room in Grissom's house to pack up whatever was in there.
"It was nothing at all!" Grissom defended himself. He stood with pain in his eyes as he watched Sara.
"I saw you with Madame Heather!" Sara growled. She picked up a shirt and put it in the box. She got up, looked in the mirror and put her hair into a loose ponytail as her hair was getting in the way. Then she turned to look at Grissom.
"Lady Heather," Grissom corrected.
"See!" Sara said with all the obviousness in the world. "You stick up for her! I knew you would!" Silent tears were now coming down Sara's cheeks. She brushed them away. "You love her and you don't love me!" She went back to packing.
"Sara, listen to me. I--"
"No, you listen to me Gil Grissom! I heard about you. Brass told me. You've had tea twice with the woman! You haven't even asked me to do that. I would've!" The box had no room left in it, so she closed it and tried to lift it. "Damn box."
"I didn't know that you were in to that type of thing Sara." He watched her for a moment struggling to pick the box up. "Here. Let me help you with that."
"You'll keep your hands away from me!" Sara yelled at Grissom. "Don't you get it? She's a whore, Grissom. Look what she does for a living. I don't even do that! I try to lead a good life. If you want to be with that.that." Sara stumbled with pain, "well, her, then I'm out of here." This whole thing was eating her up inside and the sooner she got out of here, the better. She took the box and put it by the door. She'd take it out to her car when she was finished packing everything. She then turned to Grissom. Tears were running down her face again, but this time she didn't bother to brush them away. "I thought what we had was special Grissom," she cried. "Turns out that I was just temporary."
"It's not like that." Grissom put his hand up to her face. He pulled her head up to look at him. She looked at him, but with great hurt in her heart. "Listen. It will only be you and me from now on. I promise." He really felt sorry for Sara.
"Really?" Sara was beginning to fall for Grissom again. She now looked at him with what was confused love. Did he really mean what he was saying? Maybe this whole thing was just a mistake. Maybe he really did love her.
"Sara. You okay? I'm really sorry." And he truly was. Grissom wrapped his hands around her. She was beautiful. He put his hand up to her face and brushed her tears away.
"Grissom?" She asked.
"Yes, baby?"
"You won't look at her ever again will you?"
"Look. If you would really be happy, I'll only look at you from now on. I won't even look at Catherine again." As soon as he said the last sentence, he realized his mistake and wished to heaven that he could take it back. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
"What?!" She broke from the embrace and was now wild. "You looked at Catherine the way you look at me?! I can't believe you! When were you planning on telling me this?! The day after our honeymoon?" That reminded Sara that she still had Grissom's ring. "Here. Take this piece of shit and get out of my fucking life." She took the box that was by the door and walked out to her car with it. "I'll be back, sorry to say, for the rest of my crap." With this, she got in her car and drove away.
Grissom watched her go. He was forlorn and extremely discontented with himself. Why the hell did he have to go and blow it? Only God knew the answers to the most puzzling questions. He would probably never know.
Women. He thought. You never really could understand them. Grissom looked at his torn up apartment. There were holes everywhere from where Sara's stuff used to be. He sighed. When Sara moved in with him, it was the best thing in the world. When he was lonely, she was just a room away. The many nights they stayed up together. It was even better when they got engaged. She would go around telling everyone. She was so happy then. All full of life, and now.what?
He didn't see Lady heather the way he did Sara. She had it all wrong. What he saw in Sara was love, Lady Heather was just lust. Sara didn't realize that yet. All men looked at other women. It was just their nature. He swore to himself that he would make Sara understand. It might take awhile, but Sara was definitely worth it.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara dove to the storage place where she had the rest of her stuff. She had sold her house when she moved in with Grissom, so she didn't have a place to go to. Tonight, she planned on staying out and drinking. She was tremendously stressed and definitely couldn't fall asleep tonight. Drinking also helped her calm down a lot and think things out.
She got out of her car and popped the trunk. She took out the boxes in there and set them at the entrance to the storage unit. She fished in her pocket for the key and unlocked the door with it. She took a wooden board to prop the door open, then she took the boxes inside. The blackness that met her eyes was uninviting and cold. She flipped the switch by the door, and the workspace came to life in a sense that she could see everything now. The scene of concrete walls and boxes greeted her. It was nothing to her, but at least it wasn't Grissom's house. How could he have done that to her? He was engaged to her, damnit! But, she reminded herself, they weren't anymore. What did Lady Heather have that she didn't? She would never know and didn't care anyway.
She placed the boxes next to the others that were already there. At least she didn't accumulate stuff, so she didn't have many. She did all of this today, as it was the day she found out. She'd ask Nick to borrow his pickup after work so she could move her bed here. If worst came to worst, she would sleep here before she found a new place to stay. She turned off the light and locked it up and drove back to Grissom's to get the last of her boxes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Sara came back, Grissom thought she had come back to apologize. He wasn't all there, as he had been drinking while Sara was gone.
"Hey baby." He went to give her a hug.
She shoved him away. "Get away from me. Nothing you do or say will get me to come back. I'm only here for the rest of my things. I'll be back later with a pickup for my bed." She got an empty box and started to put the last of her possessions in there.
Grissom's face fell. He looked at her with sorrow. "It was nothing. Really." He looked down at her from across the room. Her thin hands caressed the porcelain flower that he gave her as she put it in the box.
"Oh sure it wasn't," said Sara. She was dripping with sarcasm. "Neither was what we had either." She realized that Grissom had given her the figure. "You might want this back. Maybe you could give it to Heather." She threw the figure across the room with amazing strength at Grissom. He ducked to avoid letting it hit his head, and it smashed against the wall. "Not good enough for her, huh? Can't give her something that once belonged to Sara."
"I love you, Sara." He sounded depressed, but Sara didn't feel sorry for him.
"Like hell, you do." With that, she packed the rest of her things in silence, keeping away from Grissom. Grissom went in the kitchen and got another beer. He watched Sara from there. She picked up her boxes and left. She slammed the door as she exited.
Grissom was going to get her back. Just now, he didn't know exactly how, but he would.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara had a rough time out on the town that night. She went to at least five different bars, getting drunker and drunker every time. She was down, and at least this took her mind off Grissom for a bit.
She crawled into work about an hour before shift started. Ecklie was still there when she arrived.
"Hi Sara. Here so early?"
"Get the fuck away from me."
She went into the break room. The familiarness of work relaxed her. According to her, she was home at last. She looked around, taking pleasure in the sight of people pouring over microscopes, performing their tests and documenting everything, and basically trying to fit the evidence together so it made sense. It was her life. Her only life.
She went over to the counter and poured herself some coffee. It was stone cold, for no one had made a new pot for a while, but she really didn't care. She sat down with it at the table and looked down into its brown- colored depths. You could get lost in there, she thought.
Sara was drowsy, and wasn't feeling well. She had too much alcohol in her system. She instantly fell asleep on the table minutes after sitting down, and her coffee went all over. She did not come around for a while until someone woke her hours later.
To be continued.
Sara stood in the middle of Grissom's spacious living room. His house had very few, well, anything in it. The emptiness leered at Sara and she longed to be free, once and for all. She was tired of Grissom and all of his shit. He really didn't love her and she knew it. His heart was set on that "Madame Heather" or whatever the hell her name was. She just wanted to leave.
"Grissom! I can't believe you!" Sara yelled at Grissom. She was really pissed at him. She got an empty box and went in to her room in Grissom's house to pack up whatever was in there.
"It was nothing at all!" Grissom defended himself. He stood with pain in his eyes as he watched Sara.
"I saw you with Madame Heather!" Sara growled. She picked up a shirt and put it in the box. She got up, looked in the mirror and put her hair into a loose ponytail as her hair was getting in the way. Then she turned to look at Grissom.
"Lady Heather," Grissom corrected.
"See!" Sara said with all the obviousness in the world. "You stick up for her! I knew you would!" Silent tears were now coming down Sara's cheeks. She brushed them away. "You love her and you don't love me!" She went back to packing.
"Sara, listen to me. I--"
"No, you listen to me Gil Grissom! I heard about you. Brass told me. You've had tea twice with the woman! You haven't even asked me to do that. I would've!" The box had no room left in it, so she closed it and tried to lift it. "Damn box."
"I didn't know that you were in to that type of thing Sara." He watched her for a moment struggling to pick the box up. "Here. Let me help you with that."
"You'll keep your hands away from me!" Sara yelled at Grissom. "Don't you get it? She's a whore, Grissom. Look what she does for a living. I don't even do that! I try to lead a good life. If you want to be with that.that." Sara stumbled with pain, "well, her, then I'm out of here." This whole thing was eating her up inside and the sooner she got out of here, the better. She took the box and put it by the door. She'd take it out to her car when she was finished packing everything. She then turned to Grissom. Tears were running down her face again, but this time she didn't bother to brush them away. "I thought what we had was special Grissom," she cried. "Turns out that I was just temporary."
"It's not like that." Grissom put his hand up to her face. He pulled her head up to look at him. She looked at him, but with great hurt in her heart. "Listen. It will only be you and me from now on. I promise." He really felt sorry for Sara.
"Really?" Sara was beginning to fall for Grissom again. She now looked at him with what was confused love. Did he really mean what he was saying? Maybe this whole thing was just a mistake. Maybe he really did love her.
"Sara. You okay? I'm really sorry." And he truly was. Grissom wrapped his hands around her. She was beautiful. He put his hand up to her face and brushed her tears away.
"Grissom?" She asked.
"Yes, baby?"
"You won't look at her ever again will you?"
"Look. If you would really be happy, I'll only look at you from now on. I won't even look at Catherine again." As soon as he said the last sentence, he realized his mistake and wished to heaven that he could take it back. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
"What?!" She broke from the embrace and was now wild. "You looked at Catherine the way you look at me?! I can't believe you! When were you planning on telling me this?! The day after our honeymoon?" That reminded Sara that she still had Grissom's ring. "Here. Take this piece of shit and get out of my fucking life." She took the box that was by the door and walked out to her car with it. "I'll be back, sorry to say, for the rest of my crap." With this, she got in her car and drove away.
Grissom watched her go. He was forlorn and extremely discontented with himself. Why the hell did he have to go and blow it? Only God knew the answers to the most puzzling questions. He would probably never know.
Women. He thought. You never really could understand them. Grissom looked at his torn up apartment. There were holes everywhere from where Sara's stuff used to be. He sighed. When Sara moved in with him, it was the best thing in the world. When he was lonely, she was just a room away. The many nights they stayed up together. It was even better when they got engaged. She would go around telling everyone. She was so happy then. All full of life, and now.what?
He didn't see Lady heather the way he did Sara. She had it all wrong. What he saw in Sara was love, Lady Heather was just lust. Sara didn't realize that yet. All men looked at other women. It was just their nature. He swore to himself that he would make Sara understand. It might take awhile, but Sara was definitely worth it.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara dove to the storage place where she had the rest of her stuff. She had sold her house when she moved in with Grissom, so she didn't have a place to go to. Tonight, she planned on staying out and drinking. She was tremendously stressed and definitely couldn't fall asleep tonight. Drinking also helped her calm down a lot and think things out.
She got out of her car and popped the trunk. She took out the boxes in there and set them at the entrance to the storage unit. She fished in her pocket for the key and unlocked the door with it. She took a wooden board to prop the door open, then she took the boxes inside. The blackness that met her eyes was uninviting and cold. She flipped the switch by the door, and the workspace came to life in a sense that she could see everything now. The scene of concrete walls and boxes greeted her. It was nothing to her, but at least it wasn't Grissom's house. How could he have done that to her? He was engaged to her, damnit! But, she reminded herself, they weren't anymore. What did Lady Heather have that she didn't? She would never know and didn't care anyway.
She placed the boxes next to the others that were already there. At least she didn't accumulate stuff, so she didn't have many. She did all of this today, as it was the day she found out. She'd ask Nick to borrow his pickup after work so she could move her bed here. If worst came to worst, she would sleep here before she found a new place to stay. She turned off the light and locked it up and drove back to Grissom's to get the last of her boxes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Sara came back, Grissom thought she had come back to apologize. He wasn't all there, as he had been drinking while Sara was gone.
"Hey baby." He went to give her a hug.
She shoved him away. "Get away from me. Nothing you do or say will get me to come back. I'm only here for the rest of my things. I'll be back later with a pickup for my bed." She got an empty box and started to put the last of her possessions in there.
Grissom's face fell. He looked at her with sorrow. "It was nothing. Really." He looked down at her from across the room. Her thin hands caressed the porcelain flower that he gave her as she put it in the box.
"Oh sure it wasn't," said Sara. She was dripping with sarcasm. "Neither was what we had either." She realized that Grissom had given her the figure. "You might want this back. Maybe you could give it to Heather." She threw the figure across the room with amazing strength at Grissom. He ducked to avoid letting it hit his head, and it smashed against the wall. "Not good enough for her, huh? Can't give her something that once belonged to Sara."
"I love you, Sara." He sounded depressed, but Sara didn't feel sorry for him.
"Like hell, you do." With that, she packed the rest of her things in silence, keeping away from Grissom. Grissom went in the kitchen and got another beer. He watched Sara from there. She picked up her boxes and left. She slammed the door as she exited.
Grissom was going to get her back. Just now, he didn't know exactly how, but he would.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara had a rough time out on the town that night. She went to at least five different bars, getting drunker and drunker every time. She was down, and at least this took her mind off Grissom for a bit.
She crawled into work about an hour before shift started. Ecklie was still there when she arrived.
"Hi Sara. Here so early?"
"Get the fuck away from me."
She went into the break room. The familiarness of work relaxed her. According to her, she was home at last. She looked around, taking pleasure in the sight of people pouring over microscopes, performing their tests and documenting everything, and basically trying to fit the evidence together so it made sense. It was her life. Her only life.
She went over to the counter and poured herself some coffee. It was stone cold, for no one had made a new pot for a while, but she really didn't care. She sat down with it at the table and looked down into its brown- colored depths. You could get lost in there, she thought.
Sara was drowsy, and wasn't feeling well. She had too much alcohol in her system. She instantly fell asleep on the table minutes after sitting down, and her coffee went all over. She did not come around for a while until someone woke her hours later.
To be continued.
