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This was inspired by the All American Rejects song Time Stands Still There are spoilers for PwF. Hope you enjoy! PLEASE review!!!!
Sitting at his desk before shift, Grissom wonders how he's lost her so quickly. It's as if she's lost her will to live. Ever since that damn explosion and his stupid refusal of her offer to figure things out. He felt like a complete idiot. Was he to blame for her actions? His head told him no, of course he wasn't to blame for the actions of another person. However, his heart was telling him a whole different story. Not only was she being careless with her life at scenes, she'd been avoiding him. Not so unlike how he had been to her before the explosion. Pay back is a bitch, he thought. Ever since his surgery, his feelings for her had intensified. He no longer felt like the hearing thing held him back, but he still couldn't imagine going out with Sara. She could not be happy with me, he muttered aloud. He only wanted Sara to be happy. But, hell, she sure wasn't happy now. His mind flashed back to the day she'd tried to take on a perp and broke a rib and the time before that when she'd jumped off the back porch at a scene and sprained her ankle, or the dozens of other times she'd risked her health or life recently. He just didn't understand the change in her; she was being reckless, not just stubborn. It suddenly hit him that it WAS his fault. Her words echoed in his head... You know, by the time you figure it out, it really may be too late. Was he too late? Was she doing this to show him that it was, or did she just really not care?
A quiet rasp on his door startled him.
Come in
A saddened Catherine walked in. Gris, what is going on with Sara? I'm really starting to worry about her. Frankly, she's either going to get herself killed or she going to leave. Either way, she's miserable here.
Grissom lowered his head in acknowledgment. I know Cath, and I think it's my fault, but I don't know what to do.
He could see the brief shock on Catherine's face. How is it... never mind. Gil, what you need to do is talk to her. Try to cancel out what you did or said. We need her....you need her. And we need her in a not suicidal type of way.
Catherine left him to ponder her words. He knew she was right, but how could he rectify this? Before he could figure it out, Sara walked in. I guess I am going to have to wing it, he though. God he hated winging it.
Gris, I need to---
He didn't even let her finish, too afraid of what she was going to say. Sara, is it too late?
Baffled, she asked What are you talking about?
Deciding to go for it, he summoned all of his courage, Well, what I am trying to say is....am I too late to take you up on that dinner? To, umm, see what happens?
Actually, I think that you just made the deadline.
