While Nick was in the shower I decided to call Warrick. He answered on the
second ring. "Hey, War."
"Sara!" He exclaimed. "How are you?"
"Didn't Nick tell you that I was fine?" I teased. I liked teasing Warrick. He was almost as much fun as Nick. That thought caused me to raise my eyebrow momentarily.
Warrick chuckled over the phone. "Yeah, he did. He also said you guys went surfing."
I laughed. "I went surfing, Nick kept falling in."
Warrick laughed. "If he knows you told me that, he'd kill you."
I smiled. "Well, he won't find out then will he?"
"Your secret's safe with me, girl." Warrick answered.
There was a moment of silence on the line before Warrick spoke again. "Hey, Sara, why did you leave so quickly? Nick and I were really worried about you."
I smiled. "Warrick, I'm ok. I just needed to clear my head a little. I found out something that just really pissed me off and I needed to get out of town for a little while."
"What did Grissom do?" Warrick queried.
I let out a deep breath. "If I tell you, he'll be pissed off. But you know what, you should know, so I don't really care if he's pissed off."
"Ok." Warrick didn't have a clue what I was going to say. I suppose he thought it had something to do with my stupid romantic attachment to Grissom. I suspect he didn't expect to hear what I said next.
"Warrick, Grissom's going deaf." I started.
"What!?!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Yeah. That time when he disappeared for about a week and didn't tell anyone where he was going. You know when he said he was off giving expert testimony somewhere?" I continued.
"Yeah." Warrick let out a deep breath.
"Well, he was having surgery to arrest the progression of his hearing loss. The only reason I even found out was because Catherine let it slip. Apparently, she was the only one who knew anything was going on." I was feeling a little agitated at the memory.
"Why didn't he tell us?" Warrick asked. I'm sure it wasn't really directed at me.
"Why does he do anything?" I let out a chuckle. "Anyway, I confronted him about it, and he went off on me. He was pissed at me for finding out. Not pissed at Catherine for telling me. You know, I thought that at the very least, he and I were friends. Friends tell each other those sorts of things. I guess I was wrong."
Warrick was silent for a moment. "He let you down, Sara. He let us all down. He didn't trust us."
"Yeah." I answered quietly.
"You don't need that kind of disappointment again." Warrick soothed.
I began to sniffle. "Yeah, I know. I mean, I've sort of gotten past that stupid notion I've been holding onto about anything romantic between us, but I thought we were at least friends, that he could trust me with something like that. At the very least he owed it to all of us as a team to let us know."
"Hey, Sara, you're right. I wish I could give you a hug, girl." Warrick was a good friend. I was really glad he and I could talk.
Tears started running down my face and I continued sniffling. "Thanks, Warrick."
"Hey, Sara?" Warrick queried.
"Yeah, War?" I answered. I knew he could tell that I was crying.
"I'm really glad Nick's there for you." He answered.
I sniffled again. "Me too." It wasn't until Nick put his hand on my shoulder with a concerned expression on his face that I realized the water had stopped.
"I'll talk to you later, Sar." Warrick ended the call.
"Bye, War." I hung up the phone.
Nick didn't say a word, he just sat next to me on the couch and pulled me into a hug and let me cry. My tears soaked into his T-shirt. Nick just rubbed my back and kept telling me that it was ok. Damn, what did I do to deserve such a good friend? My tears tapered off and I pulled myself out of his embrace, putting a smile on my face. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I giggled as I noticed the wetness on his T-shirt caused by my tears. "I'm sorry I got your shirt all wet."
Nick flashed me a smile. "It's ok, it'll dry." The concern returned to his face. "Did you tell Warrick?"
I nodded. I knew that he knew that I had. I think he just wanted to give me an opportunity to talk about it if I wanted to. "I'm going to go wash my face, I'll be right back."
I knew that Nick watched me as I walked down the hallway into the bathroom. As I entered I grabbed a washcloth and washed my face. As I hung it up, I noticed that Nick's swim trunks hung next to my suit on the towel rack. A smile crossed my face as the image of Nick and I surfing crossed my mind again. I wondered what it would be like to feel like it was a normal everyday occurrence to hang our swim suits next to each other like that. I blocked it out. The last thing I needed to do right now was to think about Nick like that.
I made my way out of the bathroom just as Nick was closing the front door. I hadn't heard anyone knock. He turned and held cartons of steaming Chinese food up, grin etched on his face. I smiled and joined him out on the deck for a little lunch. Who knows, maybe later on we'd go swimming. I'd love to see him out in the water without his shirt again. I pushed that thought down and grabbed one of the cartons of food to see what Nick had gotten us for lunch.
"Didn't Nick tell you that I was fine?" I teased. I liked teasing Warrick. He was almost as much fun as Nick. That thought caused me to raise my eyebrow momentarily.
Warrick chuckled over the phone. "Yeah, he did. He also said you guys went surfing."
I laughed. "I went surfing, Nick kept falling in."
Warrick laughed. "If he knows you told me that, he'd kill you."
I smiled. "Well, he won't find out then will he?"
"Your secret's safe with me, girl." Warrick answered.
There was a moment of silence on the line before Warrick spoke again. "Hey, Sara, why did you leave so quickly? Nick and I were really worried about you."
I smiled. "Warrick, I'm ok. I just needed to clear my head a little. I found out something that just really pissed me off and I needed to get out of town for a little while."
"What did Grissom do?" Warrick queried.
I let out a deep breath. "If I tell you, he'll be pissed off. But you know what, you should know, so I don't really care if he's pissed off."
"Ok." Warrick didn't have a clue what I was going to say. I suppose he thought it had something to do with my stupid romantic attachment to Grissom. I suspect he didn't expect to hear what I said next.
"Warrick, Grissom's going deaf." I started.
"What!?!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Yeah. That time when he disappeared for about a week and didn't tell anyone where he was going. You know when he said he was off giving expert testimony somewhere?" I continued.
"Yeah." Warrick let out a deep breath.
"Well, he was having surgery to arrest the progression of his hearing loss. The only reason I even found out was because Catherine let it slip. Apparently, she was the only one who knew anything was going on." I was feeling a little agitated at the memory.
"Why didn't he tell us?" Warrick asked. I'm sure it wasn't really directed at me.
"Why does he do anything?" I let out a chuckle. "Anyway, I confronted him about it, and he went off on me. He was pissed at me for finding out. Not pissed at Catherine for telling me. You know, I thought that at the very least, he and I were friends. Friends tell each other those sorts of things. I guess I was wrong."
Warrick was silent for a moment. "He let you down, Sara. He let us all down. He didn't trust us."
"Yeah." I answered quietly.
"You don't need that kind of disappointment again." Warrick soothed.
I began to sniffle. "Yeah, I know. I mean, I've sort of gotten past that stupid notion I've been holding onto about anything romantic between us, but I thought we were at least friends, that he could trust me with something like that. At the very least he owed it to all of us as a team to let us know."
"Hey, Sara, you're right. I wish I could give you a hug, girl." Warrick was a good friend. I was really glad he and I could talk.
Tears started running down my face and I continued sniffling. "Thanks, Warrick."
"Hey, Sara?" Warrick queried.
"Yeah, War?" I answered. I knew he could tell that I was crying.
"I'm really glad Nick's there for you." He answered.
I sniffled again. "Me too." It wasn't until Nick put his hand on my shoulder with a concerned expression on his face that I realized the water had stopped.
"I'll talk to you later, Sar." Warrick ended the call.
"Bye, War." I hung up the phone.
Nick didn't say a word, he just sat next to me on the couch and pulled me into a hug and let me cry. My tears soaked into his T-shirt. Nick just rubbed my back and kept telling me that it was ok. Damn, what did I do to deserve such a good friend? My tears tapered off and I pulled myself out of his embrace, putting a smile on my face. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I giggled as I noticed the wetness on his T-shirt caused by my tears. "I'm sorry I got your shirt all wet."
Nick flashed me a smile. "It's ok, it'll dry." The concern returned to his face. "Did you tell Warrick?"
I nodded. I knew that he knew that I had. I think he just wanted to give me an opportunity to talk about it if I wanted to. "I'm going to go wash my face, I'll be right back."
I knew that Nick watched me as I walked down the hallway into the bathroom. As I entered I grabbed a washcloth and washed my face. As I hung it up, I noticed that Nick's swim trunks hung next to my suit on the towel rack. A smile crossed my face as the image of Nick and I surfing crossed my mind again. I wondered what it would be like to feel like it was a normal everyday occurrence to hang our swim suits next to each other like that. I blocked it out. The last thing I needed to do right now was to think about Nick like that.
I made my way out of the bathroom just as Nick was closing the front door. I hadn't heard anyone knock. He turned and held cartons of steaming Chinese food up, grin etched on his face. I smiled and joined him out on the deck for a little lunch. Who knows, maybe later on we'd go swimming. I'd love to see him out in the water without his shirt again. I pushed that thought down and grabbed one of the cartons of food to see what Nick had gotten us for lunch.
