Ok, here's the chapter I've been promising for a while. I hope I didn't build anyone's expectations up to much.
And just so you know, I do review [it might not seem that way…] but I never sign reviews or leave the same name twice. Why? Because I'm strange.
Don't worry – the chapter isn't all angst….
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She smiled when she saw him. Sara always found it difficult seeing people outside the lab, they all seemed out of context.
It was difficult believing people had lives outside of work, she knew her colleagues were people, but seeing them be people was another matter.
He reciprocated her smile with a grin as he saw her. It was nice to see someone from the lab outside of work.
They had decided to meet in the mall, and Sara was still slightly suspicious that this was a pretence for something else.
But she didn't mind. She hadn't been out in weeks…or at least she told herself that. She knew it could quite easily be months. Social interaction wasn't a priority.
"Hey Sara," he said, his tone was relaxed.
"Hey," she said dreamily. Her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking of the last time she'd seen someone from the lab in real life…she couldn't remember.
"So what we shopping for?" she questioned.
"Nothing interesting, mainly kitchenware." He answered nonchalantly
"Kitchenware?" She exclaimed in confusion. It wasn't though she was expecting anything…but kitchenware?
"Yeah." He paused for a moment, before adding, "Were you expecting underwear or something?" he smiled slightly, and for a moment, he wondered why she said yes to the shopping trip.
"No, I just…why do you need me?"
'She's already looking for an excuse to leave," he thought.
He started walking, and Sara walked by his side.
He thought of a way to phrase his intentions. It was always difficult with Sara, unless you gave her a complete answer, she carried on questioning.
This difficulty made her a perfect scientist.
"I could go out today, buy what I need, and go home. Probably forget my day off even existed. Or, I could actually make it enjoyable." He said seriously. He hoped she understood what he meant.
"Hmm," Sara said warmly in agreement.
She knew he was right. On her days of she had occasionally attempted to phone someone, and do something fun, but there was always doubt in her mind.
Doubt that her colleagues would actually want to see her outside work.
And her days off turned into research for cases.
It was so hard to socialize…the few friends she had outside work had become more distant; but she was determined that was there fault, not hers.
What did they expect? Ask a CSI what she did at work today, and be prepared. It wont be pretty.
They asked the questions.
Sara suddenly noticed Greg was shaking.
"You ok Greg?" she said with concern, lightly touching his shoulder. Panic stricken thoughts crossed her mind.
"I'm fine," he said awkwardly, uncomfortable that she was touching him while he was like this.
Uncomfortable that she could see him like this.
He hated that anyone could see him like this.
Sara frantically looked round for a seat. She felt helpless. It wasn't like she could call 911.
She spotted a bench between the flow of people.
"Greg, let's go sit down for a bit?" her voice waved, she knew to be strong, but she could feel her eyes watering.
He sighed, "Just give me a minute Sara," he shakily opened a bottle of pills, and swallowed one.
"It'll stop." He didn't want to be a burden. He'd shaken like this before. It did eventually stop; the full body shaking didn't last long.
People had begun to slow down as the walked by the pair.
That stopped Sara's tears.
She stared at them, to see the mixture looks, ranging from pity to disgust.
"If you've got a problem," she yelled, "just come out and say it!" her voice increasing with anger. She couldn't believe no one was offering help.
Well, she could, from being a CSI. But it was one thing to know it because of your job, and then to actually experience it in real life.
"Sara," his voice was calming. She was angry that it didn't bother him. She let her attention to the on lookers fade, and focused her attention on him.
Despite his earlier statement, she led him to a bench, and seated him. His shakes were less now. She was thankful
"You…didn't need to do that," he said, slightly annoyed.
She sighed, the tears burnt her eyes.
"I'm ok." he said with an insistent tone, she gave him a small smile.
His shakes were almost gone now. She felt imprudent, getting so worked up.
"Sara, if it's to difficult to be around me…"he began sadly, before she interrupted him.
"…No Greg, don't ever say that!" she stressed each and every word. She meant it. .
Then there was silence. Neither knowing what to do or say next.
Sara sighed, weighing up her options. She glanced at him. His shakes had stopped, he looked ok now.
"You good to go now?" she suggested gingerly – not wanting to hurt his feelings.
"Yeah, I'm good" he said, tone confident.
"Good, because behind this science-girl exterior is a girl who likes to shop!" she joked. Shopping wasn't really a priority to her, but she needed to say something, she needed to show him that she was ok with him.
A small smile appeared on her face at her words, and he tilted his head sideways and looked at her,
"Can we go to Victoria's secret?" he quipped.
She mocked scowled at him, and lightly hit his arm.
Greg gave an innocent expression, which she couldn't help but smile at, "we'll see."
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She watched Greg trawl though another set of plastic tableware. She willed herself to say something; but she felt like a bit of a hypocrite. She hardly had any tableware, let alone anything special.
'Long live take out.' She thought to herself.
But that was her, and this was him.
"Greg, I thought you were getting a decent table ware," she said, trying not to sound too serious.
"I am," he said bluntly, shrugging.
"It's all plastic," She said, puzzled about his lack of enthusiasm.
"I know," he uttered, sometimes Sara didn't know when to stop pushing.
She gave him a questioning look, which induced a sigh from him.
"Sara, the other night, I was holding a glass, and I just didn't feel it in my hand anymore, and I started shaking, I don't know if it was tiredness or.... well, I dropped it. I don't want any chances. So I'm going plastic." He said the last sentence with a smile.
She looked at him, she was concerned, it was weird that he could make a joke at a time like this. Then she remembered his earlier words from before they went on the roller coaster. She smiled.
"....Suppose its better than going PVC or latex," she considered aloud, faking a contemplative stare.
"You're a bad girl Sidle," he teased.
She grinned, showing her teeth, her earlier thoughts of anguish were now absent, pushed into the pile of forgotten caseloads…
……….Which never remained forgotten.
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Hmm, This could have been a really fluffy long chapter. Why wasn't it? Because when it comes to neurological conditions; they don't leave you alone when you want them to.
Please review!
And just so you know, I do review [it might not seem that way…] but I never sign reviews or leave the same name twice. Why? Because I'm strange.
Don't worry – the chapter isn't all angst….
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She smiled when she saw him. Sara always found it difficult seeing people outside the lab, they all seemed out of context.
It was difficult believing people had lives outside of work, she knew her colleagues were people, but seeing them be people was another matter.
He reciprocated her smile with a grin as he saw her. It was nice to see someone from the lab outside of work.
They had decided to meet in the mall, and Sara was still slightly suspicious that this was a pretence for something else.
But she didn't mind. She hadn't been out in weeks…or at least she told herself that. She knew it could quite easily be months. Social interaction wasn't a priority.
"Hey Sara," he said, his tone was relaxed.
"Hey," she said dreamily. Her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking of the last time she'd seen someone from the lab in real life…she couldn't remember.
"So what we shopping for?" she questioned.
"Nothing interesting, mainly kitchenware." He answered nonchalantly
"Kitchenware?" She exclaimed in confusion. It wasn't though she was expecting anything…but kitchenware?
"Yeah." He paused for a moment, before adding, "Were you expecting underwear or something?" he smiled slightly, and for a moment, he wondered why she said yes to the shopping trip.
"No, I just…why do you need me?"
'She's already looking for an excuse to leave," he thought.
He started walking, and Sara walked by his side.
He thought of a way to phrase his intentions. It was always difficult with Sara, unless you gave her a complete answer, she carried on questioning.
This difficulty made her a perfect scientist.
"I could go out today, buy what I need, and go home. Probably forget my day off even existed. Or, I could actually make it enjoyable." He said seriously. He hoped she understood what he meant.
"Hmm," Sara said warmly in agreement.
She knew he was right. On her days of she had occasionally attempted to phone someone, and do something fun, but there was always doubt in her mind.
Doubt that her colleagues would actually want to see her outside work.
And her days off turned into research for cases.
It was so hard to socialize…the few friends she had outside work had become more distant; but she was determined that was there fault, not hers.
What did they expect? Ask a CSI what she did at work today, and be prepared. It wont be pretty.
They asked the questions.
Sara suddenly noticed Greg was shaking.
"You ok Greg?" she said with concern, lightly touching his shoulder. Panic stricken thoughts crossed her mind.
"I'm fine," he said awkwardly, uncomfortable that she was touching him while he was like this.
Uncomfortable that she could see him like this.
He hated that anyone could see him like this.
Sara frantically looked round for a seat. She felt helpless. It wasn't like she could call 911.
She spotted a bench between the flow of people.
"Greg, let's go sit down for a bit?" her voice waved, she knew to be strong, but she could feel her eyes watering.
He sighed, "Just give me a minute Sara," he shakily opened a bottle of pills, and swallowed one.
"It'll stop." He didn't want to be a burden. He'd shaken like this before. It did eventually stop; the full body shaking didn't last long.
People had begun to slow down as the walked by the pair.
That stopped Sara's tears.
She stared at them, to see the mixture looks, ranging from pity to disgust.
"If you've got a problem," she yelled, "just come out and say it!" her voice increasing with anger. She couldn't believe no one was offering help.
Well, she could, from being a CSI. But it was one thing to know it because of your job, and then to actually experience it in real life.
"Sara," his voice was calming. She was angry that it didn't bother him. She let her attention to the on lookers fade, and focused her attention on him.
Despite his earlier statement, she led him to a bench, and seated him. His shakes were less now. She was thankful
"You…didn't need to do that," he said, slightly annoyed.
She sighed, the tears burnt her eyes.
"I'm ok." he said with an insistent tone, she gave him a small smile.
His shakes were almost gone now. She felt imprudent, getting so worked up.
"Sara, if it's to difficult to be around me…"he began sadly, before she interrupted him.
"…No Greg, don't ever say that!" she stressed each and every word. She meant it. .
Then there was silence. Neither knowing what to do or say next.
Sara sighed, weighing up her options. She glanced at him. His shakes had stopped, he looked ok now.
"You good to go now?" she suggested gingerly – not wanting to hurt his feelings.
"Yeah, I'm good" he said, tone confident.
"Good, because behind this science-girl exterior is a girl who likes to shop!" she joked. Shopping wasn't really a priority to her, but she needed to say something, she needed to show him that she was ok with him.
A small smile appeared on her face at her words, and he tilted his head sideways and looked at her,
"Can we go to Victoria's secret?" he quipped.
She mocked scowled at him, and lightly hit his arm.
Greg gave an innocent expression, which she couldn't help but smile at, "we'll see."
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She watched Greg trawl though another set of plastic tableware. She willed herself to say something; but she felt like a bit of a hypocrite. She hardly had any tableware, let alone anything special.
'Long live take out.' She thought to herself.
But that was her, and this was him.
"Greg, I thought you were getting a decent table ware," she said, trying not to sound too serious.
"I am," he said bluntly, shrugging.
"It's all plastic," She said, puzzled about his lack of enthusiasm.
"I know," he uttered, sometimes Sara didn't know when to stop pushing.
She gave him a questioning look, which induced a sigh from him.
"Sara, the other night, I was holding a glass, and I just didn't feel it in my hand anymore, and I started shaking, I don't know if it was tiredness or.... well, I dropped it. I don't want any chances. So I'm going plastic." He said the last sentence with a smile.
She looked at him, she was concerned, it was weird that he could make a joke at a time like this. Then she remembered his earlier words from before they went on the roller coaster. She smiled.
"....Suppose its better than going PVC or latex," she considered aloud, faking a contemplative stare.
"You're a bad girl Sidle," he teased.
She grinned, showing her teeth, her earlier thoughts of anguish were now absent, pushed into the pile of forgotten caseloads…
……….Which never remained forgotten.
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Hmm, This could have been a really fluffy long chapter. Why wasn't it? Because when it comes to neurological conditions; they don't leave you alone when you want them to.
Please review!