Chapter 2
"What?" Sara asked, as if not knowing what Catherine was asking about.
"Don't play games with me Sara. I know something is going on, so spill."
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Sara said walking towards the door, but Catherine put her self between her and the door.
"Sara-"
"Back off Catherine! I don't see how my life concerns you." Sara yelled.
"But it does Sara! It does! We are you're family and we deserve to know what's going on!" The smaller woman yelled back.
"You want to know the big secret Catherine. Because God forbid my 'family' not know every detail of my life."
"Sara-"
"I've got leukemia!" Both woman grew silent, and Sara took that as her opportunity to push Catherine out of the way, unlock the door, and run down the hall of the lab. As she ran she nearly barreled over Nick, who was exiting one of the layout rooms.
"Hey Sara, what's the rush?" Nick asked, but she didn't stop.
It seemed like all the air was being sucked from the building and it was getting harder and harder for her to breath. When she got outside she still kept running, only stopping when she reached her car.
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"Cath what's wrong with Sara?" Nick asked walking in the locker room. When she didn't answer he walked up behind her and touched her arm. She turned around and Nick found her face depicted shock and sadness, and he became worried.
"What's going on?" both were silent for a moment.
"You need to ask Sara that."
He looked at her for a brief moment then left the room just as Sara had moments before. He scanned the parking lot for Sara's Tahoe, but it was nowhere in sight, so he got in his own car and drove to her apartment. He needed answers and he had to talk to Sara to get them.
When he reached her apartment complex he saw her car and pulled in to the empty parking space next to it. He then cut the engine off, took a deep breath then got out of his car.
Walking up to her door his nerves began to build up. Lately the way Sara had been acting was starting to scare him, and he was almost afraid to find out what was making her act the way she was acting.
He knocked lightly on her door and almost as if she had been standing there behind the door awaiting his arrival, she pulled the door opened.
"Hi." He said softly. She answered him with a barely audible "hello".
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Sara walked into the kitchen and Nick walked into the living room. When she joined him, she brought him and herself a cup of coffee.
"Sara, I know something is wrong, so please tell me. Whatever it is I just need to know so I can help support you."
"Nick-"
"Sara, please."
She sighed and left the room. Nick was confused until she came back holding a few pieces of paper. She sat next to Nick on the couch then handed him the pieces of paper, but as he took them he realized they weren't just pieces of paper, they were pamphlets: on leukemia.
"Sara?" he looked up at her not sure what to say.
"I found out yesterday. It was supposed to be a regular check up, but." she couldn't continue.
"Don't worry Sara, we'll get through this."
"I juts don't know what to do Nick." She sobbed. He was having a hard time controlling his own emotions.
"I don't know Sara but I promise we can get through this."
"I-I just don't want to live the rest of my life with him mad at me."
"Sara, Honey. Who's mad at you?"
"G-Grissom."
"Sara! He doesn't hate you. Why do you think that?"
"Because I love him and he hates me."
"Sara! He doesn't hate you."
Yes, he does. He doesn't want to be with me, or have anything to do with, me."
"What makes you think that?"
"I asked him to dinner and he said no, that he didn't know what to do about 'this'" she sobbed, "and ever since then all he does is ignore me." She continued to cry as Nick walked to the couch and sat down.
"Nick, I don't know what to do."
Nick didn't know what to say or do either, so he sat there with her, trying to comfort her until she fell asleep.
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After Sara had fallen asleep, Nick left to take care of some business, more specifically talking to Grissom. Luckily for Nick he knew how to get to Grissom's house.
He pulled his Tahoe into an open space, and he saw Grissom's Tahoe a few spaces down. As Nick climbed the stairs he felt as if he was climbing a mud- covered mountain, sliding further down with every step. The thought of Sara thinking she was hated by anyone tore him apart inside.
Finally, he was standing at Grissom's door. He knocked hard against the smooth wood and waited for him to answer, but there was none, so he knocked again and the door swung open.
Grissom first looked annoyed when he opened the door, but when he saw who was in front of him his face softened.
"Hi Nick." He greeted, a little unsure why one of his CSI's was standing at his front door.
"How could you? How could you do that to her?" Nick pushed passed Grissom into the apartment.
"What are you talking about Nick?" He closed the door and walked further into his apartment near where Nick was standing.
"You know how she felt about you and you ignored her!" his face became read with anger.
"Who are you talking about?"
"As if you didn't know! Sara, who else?"
"Sara?" he asked a bit puzzled.
"Yes! She thinks you hate her."
"But I don't, she knows that."
"No! She doesn't!" he yelled, then both men grew silent, Nick waiting for Grissom to say something, and Grissom thinking of what to say. They were both uncomfortable in the silence.
"I've got to talk to her." Grissom said softly walking towards the closet to grab his coat.
"You better before it too late." Nick said so softly he thought only he could here it, but he was wrong.
"What do you mean 'too late'?"
"You better talk to Sara about that, it's not my place to tell."
Nick looked at Grissom sadly as he walked out the door, leaving Grissom in a state of confusion. "What did he mean 'too late'?"
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"What?" Sara asked, as if not knowing what Catherine was asking about.
"Don't play games with me Sara. I know something is going on, so spill."
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Sara said walking towards the door, but Catherine put her self between her and the door.
"Sara-"
"Back off Catherine! I don't see how my life concerns you." Sara yelled.
"But it does Sara! It does! We are you're family and we deserve to know what's going on!" The smaller woman yelled back.
"You want to know the big secret Catherine. Because God forbid my 'family' not know every detail of my life."
"Sara-"
"I've got leukemia!" Both woman grew silent, and Sara took that as her opportunity to push Catherine out of the way, unlock the door, and run down the hall of the lab. As she ran she nearly barreled over Nick, who was exiting one of the layout rooms.
"Hey Sara, what's the rush?" Nick asked, but she didn't stop.
It seemed like all the air was being sucked from the building and it was getting harder and harder for her to breath. When she got outside she still kept running, only stopping when she reached her car.
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"Cath what's wrong with Sara?" Nick asked walking in the locker room. When she didn't answer he walked up behind her and touched her arm. She turned around and Nick found her face depicted shock and sadness, and he became worried.
"What's going on?" both were silent for a moment.
"You need to ask Sara that."
He looked at her for a brief moment then left the room just as Sara had moments before. He scanned the parking lot for Sara's Tahoe, but it was nowhere in sight, so he got in his own car and drove to her apartment. He needed answers and he had to talk to Sara to get them.
When he reached her apartment complex he saw her car and pulled in to the empty parking space next to it. He then cut the engine off, took a deep breath then got out of his car.
Walking up to her door his nerves began to build up. Lately the way Sara had been acting was starting to scare him, and he was almost afraid to find out what was making her act the way she was acting.
He knocked lightly on her door and almost as if she had been standing there behind the door awaiting his arrival, she pulled the door opened.
"Hi." He said softly. She answered him with a barely audible "hello".
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Sara walked into the kitchen and Nick walked into the living room. When she joined him, she brought him and herself a cup of coffee.
"Sara, I know something is wrong, so please tell me. Whatever it is I just need to know so I can help support you."
"Nick-"
"Sara, please."
She sighed and left the room. Nick was confused until she came back holding a few pieces of paper. She sat next to Nick on the couch then handed him the pieces of paper, but as he took them he realized they weren't just pieces of paper, they were pamphlets: on leukemia.
"Sara?" he looked up at her not sure what to say.
"I found out yesterday. It was supposed to be a regular check up, but." she couldn't continue.
"Don't worry Sara, we'll get through this."
"I juts don't know what to do Nick." She sobbed. He was having a hard time controlling his own emotions.
"I don't know Sara but I promise we can get through this."
"I-I just don't want to live the rest of my life with him mad at me."
"Sara, Honey. Who's mad at you?"
"G-Grissom."
"Sara! He doesn't hate you. Why do you think that?"
"Because I love him and he hates me."
"Sara! He doesn't hate you."
Yes, he does. He doesn't want to be with me, or have anything to do with, me."
"What makes you think that?"
"I asked him to dinner and he said no, that he didn't know what to do about 'this'" she sobbed, "and ever since then all he does is ignore me." She continued to cry as Nick walked to the couch and sat down.
"Nick, I don't know what to do."
Nick didn't know what to say or do either, so he sat there with her, trying to comfort her until she fell asleep.
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After Sara had fallen asleep, Nick left to take care of some business, more specifically talking to Grissom. Luckily for Nick he knew how to get to Grissom's house.
He pulled his Tahoe into an open space, and he saw Grissom's Tahoe a few spaces down. As Nick climbed the stairs he felt as if he was climbing a mud- covered mountain, sliding further down with every step. The thought of Sara thinking she was hated by anyone tore him apart inside.
Finally, he was standing at Grissom's door. He knocked hard against the smooth wood and waited for him to answer, but there was none, so he knocked again and the door swung open.
Grissom first looked annoyed when he opened the door, but when he saw who was in front of him his face softened.
"Hi Nick." He greeted, a little unsure why one of his CSI's was standing at his front door.
"How could you? How could you do that to her?" Nick pushed passed Grissom into the apartment.
"What are you talking about Nick?" He closed the door and walked further into his apartment near where Nick was standing.
"You know how she felt about you and you ignored her!" his face became read with anger.
"Who are you talking about?"
"As if you didn't know! Sara, who else?"
"Sara?" he asked a bit puzzled.
"Yes! She thinks you hate her."
"But I don't, she knows that."
"No! She doesn't!" he yelled, then both men grew silent, Nick waiting for Grissom to say something, and Grissom thinking of what to say. They were both uncomfortable in the silence.
"I've got to talk to her." Grissom said softly walking towards the closet to grab his coat.
"You better before it too late." Nick said so softly he thought only he could here it, but he was wrong.
"What do you mean 'too late'?"
"You better talk to Sara about that, it's not my place to tell."
Nick looked at Grissom sadly as he walked out the door, leaving Grissom in a state of confusion. "What did he mean 'too late'?"
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