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FROM: ANNIE LUNE
TO: EVERYONE READING HER FIC WHO MORE THAN LIKELY WANTS TO HURT HER NOW FOR NOT UPDANTING IN THE LONGEST TIME, AND, WHO IS NOW GOING TO THROW ANOTHER CURBE BALL AT YOU… (Please don't hate me.)
There are many times in life when you finish something and believe that that is the end of it. It's now a closed book and you can move onto other projects and other things. This story is not one of those things.
Firstly, I must apologize you everyone who has been reading this for a few reasons. One being the fact that I 'misinterpreted' the TOS and published the story the way I did; two being my lack of updates after republishing it; and three, for making the decision that I just can't write this story by FF's TOS rules any more. It's just too darn hard. This idea came to me to be written in e-mails, and that's how it should be written.
I have received many a review praising the new way, and also some reviews criticizing the way it is now written. I must agree with all of you. At some points the story is better, and other points it isn't. But either way, I just don't have it in me to rewrite it all again so it fits the TOS.
But, never fear!
Even been to GrissomandSara[dot]com? Well, if you haven't, you should go there now. Yes, now. No, not later. NOW. Why? Because that's where this story is, and I can now publish it way it's meant to be written. It is called E-mails From and Lab, and it should be written in E-mails.
So…this is just a little comment by me, reminding you that I have still not published the finished story (though I have finished it), and now you can read it in the e-mail format, over at G&S.com. There are three chapters up at the moment, and updates are constantly being made.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed both versions. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If every the day comes in which I believe that I can finish publishing it here at FF, I certainly will. But, until then, I guess I'll have to stop this story and continue to write other anecdotes with paragraphs and what not. A real story can be written however the author sees fit, but as I have learned, there are some rules that one must follow when publishing. Total plug: go read some of my other stories; you must enjoy them just as much. :-)
- Annie
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And what to know something else that I have learned? You can't do author announcements.
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One Week Later
Catherine was getting impatient. She really wanted to know about what had happened between Sara and Grissom. No case had been assigned to her yet, so she sat down at the computer in the break room and flipped it on.
Sara, being a friend and a coworker,
She began to type
I think you owe it to me to tell me what happened last night on your little outing with Grissom.
~ Cath
Ten minutes passed, and no response. Catherine drank three cups of coffee, and took a bathroom break. Fifteen more minutes passed, and Catherine finally began to type another e-mail.
Sara? Are you there? I though I saw you come in. Don't tell me that you have locked yourself in the trace lab and are not coming-out unless there is a dead body or something.
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Nick was in the layout room when he saw Sara go breezing by, not acknowledging his presence. He stuck his head out into the hallway, and called out to her, but she continued on her way not paying attention to him. Nick shrugged his shoulders and turned back into he room.
Nick couldn't concnetrage on the case he was working on though. His thoughts were with Sara and why she had ignored him. She probably felt that Nick just wanted to ask her about her date. And that was the honest truth. He really wanted to know what happened. Luckily, there was a computer in the room.
Sara,
Um, yah. So, how was your, erm, "date" last night?
Nick
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Greg looked up from his analysis when Sara went stalking by his lab.
"Good, she's here." he said aloud to himself, and then pushed his chair across the floor to the computer on the other side of the room.
My sweet,
Run away with me! I have the plane tickets to Italy ready and waiting. Amenities? Who needs them, we will have each other!
Warrick walked in the room at that moment, and Sara Greg typing furiously away at the computer. "What are you doing?" he questioned walking over to stand beind Greg.
"Nothing." He replied quickly, and sending the electronic mail.
"Greg, give it up man and stop vexing poor Sara." Warrick pushed him out of the way, and opened up his own e-mail.
Don't listen to Greg. I think some of the drugs that just came in to be tested got to his head.
Warrick then paused. Sara went on her date with Grissom last night. He looked over at Greg, who seemed to share the same prying look as him. Warrick typed some more.
So, will you tell me what happened last night?
W
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Thank you to all again for reading, and if you want to know what happens in the continuing saga of E-Mails From the Lab, get yourself over to GrissomandSara[dot]com. :-)
- Annie