Section 2
Sara sits back in the large chair as she stares out the small oval window with a crushed heart. She finally did it. She was leaving everything behind and although she couldn't brush the betrayal from her heart and mind, she had to push the past away and look onto her future, alone.
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He was sitting on her couch with the sheet from her bed wrapped around him. His eyes were on the photo in his hand and his finger would absently wipe the teardrops that fell onto the glass frame.
She had left her keys, cell and pager on the kitchen counter along with her official letter of resignation.
Lifting the photo slightly, he pulls the envelope from behind, which was once pinned beneath her keys. It had his name scrawled on the front and the back was open. He wanted to read it, but was afraid of what it would say.
Midday was approaching by the time he turned the envelope over. He stared at the folded paper that protruded the back as the knocking at the door began getting impatient. Ignoring the sound the best he could, he lost the nerve and clutched the envelope, scrunching it in his palm. He didn't mean to do this, but the fear of her words were something he might not want to read.
More knocking and a voice broke through his numb ears and gradually registered.
"Sara!"
It was Catherine's voice. What would she be doing here? She's one of the reason's he chose to avoid Sara. She had convinced him that Sara was going to ruin him if he went ahead and started a relationship. Although he had dismissed it at first as Catherine's way of protecting him, he now knew her real intentions and they were to assist in Sara's leaving.
Anger suddenly flared and overtook his emotions. He grabbed for his pants and slipped them on.
"Sara, open up!"
Once he had his pants and shirt on, he made his way to the front door to cease the banging.
"Gil?"
He stared her down as she stepped back. "You've got some nerve being here." He interrupted her as she began to speak.
Raising her eyebrows in curiosity, she asked. "Excuse me?"
"She's gone, happy?" He gruffly asked as his blue eyes darkened into furious hurt and anger.
"I haven't a clue what you're getting at, but she's probably better off leaving." She responded equally furious at his accusation.
Grissom's eyes narrowed as he raised his head slightly. "Better for whom?"
"Sara."
"Really? That's not what you were saying the other month. Apparently she's the basis to all my problems, wasn't that what you said?" He stepped out into the hall, looking menacing at his long time friend.
Catherine swallowed hard, but stood her ground as she squared her shoulders and stood firm. "What! You've suddenly grown some balls after fucking her and I'm the bad guy!" If his eyes grew any darker, she would have sworn they'd turn black.
He'd rarely felt hate for someone he'd known so long, but Catherine had said the wrong thing and at definitely the wrong time. "Go." He turned away before he said something he'd regret. Even if she wasn't afraid to speak her mind, he was.
"Gil?"
Before slamming the door in her face, he turned his head, but not to look at her. "Go!" He growled as his eyes stared into the dark corner by the door.
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The connection was still strong with him as she left the airport and hailed a taxi. She could feel or maybe sense his anger, but it felt weak.
The taxi took her further into the city and stopped outside a nice set of apartments. She was lucky her friend was staying at her old place and though it was so long ago, she couldn't help feeling that she must have known she'd return some day.
Pushing her key into the lock, she smiled when the sound of music made it to her ears and faint singing made her heart a tad lighter. She placed her cases on the floor and closed the door loudly to get their attention.
A tall blonde haired scruffy male wearing sweats and a t-shirt, stuck his head out from the kitchen and grinned. "Hey girl!" He squealed and rushed over to hug her.
Sara wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder and buried her face in his neck. "God! I missed you, ya know?"
"Of course, can't go away and not miss me." He chuckled and kissed her check. "Come on, I made veggie soup and garlic bread."
"I guess I am a little hungry." She smiled, thinking that she didn't eat on the plane or before when she was at home. Well, Vegas isn't home anymore, San Francisco is.
"Good, you go unpack and I'll set the table." He suggested, picking up her field kit and placing it on the table by the door, its usual place when she lived here years ago.
Smiling again, she nodded. "Ok kiddo."
After settling down to eat, they talked the hours away to catch up. It had been a while since she had rang home and asked about things and her friend had only e-mailed a few times to see how she ways. He wasn't really a phone person and stuck with his trusty computer, the future lines of communication.
"You still have your job, right Curt?" Sara asked with a knowing grin.
Rolling his eyes at the accusation, he nodded. "Course I do silly. I wouldn't have been able to hold this place if I was working for a fast food joint now, would I?"
"Only teasing you baby brother." She laughed.
Since Sara was in her teens, she had known Curtis. He was at college when they first met, learning the communication highway online. He had gotten into some trouble with the law and while Sara was working at the crime lab at the time, she had helped him out. At first they went out a few times, but soon discovered each other's likes and dislikes. It was funny after a while and a brother-sister relationship was born.
Although the main progression in their relationship was halted because Curtis is gay and Sara's not, but they laugh about it now and haven't fallen apart over their differences in the other sex. Sara introduced nice guys to Curtis and was always trying to match him up, but he seemed content on playing the field and not settling down.
"So." Curtis began and watched as Sara's eyes broke from his. "You can't hide it sis, you'll tell me either way." He prodded; knowing there was something behind her return.
She nodded and placed her spoon on the table. "Not tonight Curt." She pleaded.
He smiled reassuringly and reached out to squeeze her hand. "Want some dessert?" He asked kindly, understanding she wasn't ready to talk about it.
TBC
Sara sits back in the large chair as she stares out the small oval window with a crushed heart. She finally did it. She was leaving everything behind and although she couldn't brush the betrayal from her heart and mind, she had to push the past away and look onto her future, alone.
*^*^*^*
He was sitting on her couch with the sheet from her bed wrapped around him. His eyes were on the photo in his hand and his finger would absently wipe the teardrops that fell onto the glass frame.
She had left her keys, cell and pager on the kitchen counter along with her official letter of resignation.
Lifting the photo slightly, he pulls the envelope from behind, which was once pinned beneath her keys. It had his name scrawled on the front and the back was open. He wanted to read it, but was afraid of what it would say.
Midday was approaching by the time he turned the envelope over. He stared at the folded paper that protruded the back as the knocking at the door began getting impatient. Ignoring the sound the best he could, he lost the nerve and clutched the envelope, scrunching it in his palm. He didn't mean to do this, but the fear of her words were something he might not want to read.
More knocking and a voice broke through his numb ears and gradually registered.
"Sara!"
It was Catherine's voice. What would she be doing here? She's one of the reason's he chose to avoid Sara. She had convinced him that Sara was going to ruin him if he went ahead and started a relationship. Although he had dismissed it at first as Catherine's way of protecting him, he now knew her real intentions and they were to assist in Sara's leaving.
Anger suddenly flared and overtook his emotions. He grabbed for his pants and slipped them on.
"Sara, open up!"
Once he had his pants and shirt on, he made his way to the front door to cease the banging.
"Gil?"
He stared her down as she stepped back. "You've got some nerve being here." He interrupted her as she began to speak.
Raising her eyebrows in curiosity, she asked. "Excuse me?"
"She's gone, happy?" He gruffly asked as his blue eyes darkened into furious hurt and anger.
"I haven't a clue what you're getting at, but she's probably better off leaving." She responded equally furious at his accusation.
Grissom's eyes narrowed as he raised his head slightly. "Better for whom?"
"Sara."
"Really? That's not what you were saying the other month. Apparently she's the basis to all my problems, wasn't that what you said?" He stepped out into the hall, looking menacing at his long time friend.
Catherine swallowed hard, but stood her ground as she squared her shoulders and stood firm. "What! You've suddenly grown some balls after fucking her and I'm the bad guy!" If his eyes grew any darker, she would have sworn they'd turn black.
He'd rarely felt hate for someone he'd known so long, but Catherine had said the wrong thing and at definitely the wrong time. "Go." He turned away before he said something he'd regret. Even if she wasn't afraid to speak her mind, he was.
"Gil?"
Before slamming the door in her face, he turned his head, but not to look at her. "Go!" He growled as his eyes stared into the dark corner by the door.
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The connection was still strong with him as she left the airport and hailed a taxi. She could feel or maybe sense his anger, but it felt weak.
The taxi took her further into the city and stopped outside a nice set of apartments. She was lucky her friend was staying at her old place and though it was so long ago, she couldn't help feeling that she must have known she'd return some day.
Pushing her key into the lock, she smiled when the sound of music made it to her ears and faint singing made her heart a tad lighter. She placed her cases on the floor and closed the door loudly to get their attention.
A tall blonde haired scruffy male wearing sweats and a t-shirt, stuck his head out from the kitchen and grinned. "Hey girl!" He squealed and rushed over to hug her.
Sara wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder and buried her face in his neck. "God! I missed you, ya know?"
"Of course, can't go away and not miss me." He chuckled and kissed her check. "Come on, I made veggie soup and garlic bread."
"I guess I am a little hungry." She smiled, thinking that she didn't eat on the plane or before when she was at home. Well, Vegas isn't home anymore, San Francisco is.
"Good, you go unpack and I'll set the table." He suggested, picking up her field kit and placing it on the table by the door, its usual place when she lived here years ago.
Smiling again, she nodded. "Ok kiddo."
After settling down to eat, they talked the hours away to catch up. It had been a while since she had rang home and asked about things and her friend had only e-mailed a few times to see how she ways. He wasn't really a phone person and stuck with his trusty computer, the future lines of communication.
"You still have your job, right Curt?" Sara asked with a knowing grin.
Rolling his eyes at the accusation, he nodded. "Course I do silly. I wouldn't have been able to hold this place if I was working for a fast food joint now, would I?"
"Only teasing you baby brother." She laughed.
Since Sara was in her teens, she had known Curtis. He was at college when they first met, learning the communication highway online. He had gotten into some trouble with the law and while Sara was working at the crime lab at the time, she had helped him out. At first they went out a few times, but soon discovered each other's likes and dislikes. It was funny after a while and a brother-sister relationship was born.
Although the main progression in their relationship was halted because Curtis is gay and Sara's not, but they laugh about it now and haven't fallen apart over their differences in the other sex. Sara introduced nice guys to Curtis and was always trying to match him up, but he seemed content on playing the field and not settling down.
"So." Curtis began and watched as Sara's eyes broke from his. "You can't hide it sis, you'll tell me either way." He prodded; knowing there was something behind her return.
She nodded and placed her spoon on the table. "Not tonight Curt." She pleaded.
He smiled reassuringly and reached out to squeeze her hand. "Want some dessert?" He asked kindly, understanding she wasn't ready to talk about it.
TBC