Title: Lustful Memories
Summary: Grissom sends Sara away, but to where and will she ever be happy
again?
Grissom put his hand on Sara's back and comforted her. She had a napkin held up to her face. Tears were streaming down her face in a continuous flow. She dabbed the corners of her eyes with the napkins. Grissom handed Sara another tissue. She graciously accepted it.
"Grissom, why?" She nagged him for the seventh time.
Grissom had the same answer as he has the times before. "Because I cannot allow a relationship between my CSIs. It is not politically right. I'm sorry."
"Since when did you care about politics?" Sara lashed out at Grissom. She was shaking as she spoke. The pain in her heart was too much to bear.
"You'll be in good hands in Miami." Grissom said. He handed Sara the plane tickets. "You are being transferred as of this moment. Gather your things and please leave." Grissom said. He shook the plane tickets in front of Sara. She took them, trembling. Her heart was broken. She was in angst. Grissom held Sara next to him and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry." He said.
Sara pulled away from him and left the room. She meandered into the room with her locker, and she sat down. She banged her head on the lockers. Finally, she sat up and unlocked her locker. She cleared it out. She looked at the photo of Grissom she had pasted to the inside of the door. She plucked it off and whispered to it, "You weren't meant for me, were you? I've found my true calling in life, and you are jealous." She crumpled the picture and threw it into the trash receptacle. She picked up her stuff and walked out of CSI, never to be seen there again. Her infectious smile would no longer light up the hallways of CSI. She walked away from the CSI, her bag thrown carelessly over her shoulder. She got into her car and drove home, sobbing all the way there. She tossed her bag onto the couch and fell into bed.
*****
Sara walked off of the plane. The plane trip to Miami had been long and exhausting. She had sobbed the whole way to Miami. Her make-up was smeared across her face from the constant rubbing she had done to dry the tears. She dragged her heavy suitcase behind her. A hand reached from nowhere and grabbed her suitcase up. Sara turned around. "Hey...." Sara said. She stopped short in her tracks when she looked up and saw a blonde woman who reminded her of Catherine. The blonde woman flipped her blonde hair like Catherine had done.
"You ready?" She said in a southern accent.
"Who...?" Sara stumbled over her words.
"I'm Calleigh Duquesne. I'm working with the CSI: Miami crime lab. You'll be working with me." Calleigh said. Sara stared down Calleigh. She was beautiful, yet was she like Sara? Sara pondered as they walked out to the Hummer. Was she, well... Sara couldn't admit it. She couldn't think it. It was impossible for her to admit. Finally, it slipped out of her thoughts. ...gay?
Grissom put his hand on Sara's back and comforted her. She had a napkin held up to her face. Tears were streaming down her face in a continuous flow. She dabbed the corners of her eyes with the napkins. Grissom handed Sara another tissue. She graciously accepted it.
"Grissom, why?" She nagged him for the seventh time.
Grissom had the same answer as he has the times before. "Because I cannot allow a relationship between my CSIs. It is not politically right. I'm sorry."
"Since when did you care about politics?" Sara lashed out at Grissom. She was shaking as she spoke. The pain in her heart was too much to bear.
"You'll be in good hands in Miami." Grissom said. He handed Sara the plane tickets. "You are being transferred as of this moment. Gather your things and please leave." Grissom said. He shook the plane tickets in front of Sara. She took them, trembling. Her heart was broken. She was in angst. Grissom held Sara next to him and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry." He said.
Sara pulled away from him and left the room. She meandered into the room with her locker, and she sat down. She banged her head on the lockers. Finally, she sat up and unlocked her locker. She cleared it out. She looked at the photo of Grissom she had pasted to the inside of the door. She plucked it off and whispered to it, "You weren't meant for me, were you? I've found my true calling in life, and you are jealous." She crumpled the picture and threw it into the trash receptacle. She picked up her stuff and walked out of CSI, never to be seen there again. Her infectious smile would no longer light up the hallways of CSI. She walked away from the CSI, her bag thrown carelessly over her shoulder. She got into her car and drove home, sobbing all the way there. She tossed her bag onto the couch and fell into bed.
*****
Sara walked off of the plane. The plane trip to Miami had been long and exhausting. She had sobbed the whole way to Miami. Her make-up was smeared across her face from the constant rubbing she had done to dry the tears. She dragged her heavy suitcase behind her. A hand reached from nowhere and grabbed her suitcase up. Sara turned around. "Hey...." Sara said. She stopped short in her tracks when she looked up and saw a blonde woman who reminded her of Catherine. The blonde woman flipped her blonde hair like Catherine had done.
"You ready?" She said in a southern accent.
"Who...?" Sara stumbled over her words.
"I'm Calleigh Duquesne. I'm working with the CSI: Miami crime lab. You'll be working with me." Calleigh said. Sara stared down Calleigh. She was beautiful, yet was she like Sara? Sara pondered as they walked out to the Hummer. Was she, well... Sara couldn't admit it. She couldn't think it. It was impossible for her to admit. Finally, it slipped out of her thoughts. ...gay?