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Losing The Gamble
By Manda
She'd never thought
she'd see the day when he'd finally admit his feelings, in words not cool and
Shakespearean, nor quoting some other man from another time. It was
Grissom's way, to quote in order to better vocalize his thoughts- but there were
times when she wished he'd use his own words, the times she'd use her
own words in a futile attempt to tell him how she felt.
"No." When she'd asked him out to dinner, he'd used
the word that echoed a thousand men over time- but was
also one of his own, although lack of hesitation brought to her attention the
thought that it hadn't taken him long enough to consider the question.
"Come on- let's see what happens." She suggested,
and hoped, for a second, that the look in her eyes was enough to convince him it
could do no harm to try.
"We're both off tonight."
"Sara- Catherine's been suspended." To her, that
was a moot point, but something in his voice told her that to Grissom, it
wasn't. And that same something infuriated her. If Catherine were lucky enough
to not have been fired-
wasn't that enough good fortune?
"Yeah, well, she'll be back in five days,
Grissom...she'll be fine."
"I'm going over there." He lifted his jacket from
the peg, the scent of aged leather wafting in Sara's direction. Although not one
to eat animals, she'd always found the scent to be pleasant, when associated
with Gil Grissom, and her nose tilted upward ever-so-slightly to catch the smell
in the air. "You're on tomorrow night?"
"Uh...yeah, I am." She stepped aside to allow him
leave of his office, leaning against the doorjamb as he ambled down the hall,
keys to his Tahoe dangling loosely in the fingers of his right hand.
Again, she had gambled. And again...she had lost.
~End
