Title: Swings work
Author: Neb
Rating: PG
Summary: G/S. After a tough case Sara finds refuge in an odd place.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to CBS, and nothing belongs to me.
Authors Note: This is based after a very similar situation that happened to
me a few nights ago.
The radio blared loudly; as she drove her Tahoe down the nearly empty highway, and with the windows open, the cool night air blew her hair into a frenzy of knots and tangles. She needed to get away; get away from the things causing her her pain and destruction.
She didn't know where she was going but she was going somewhere. She didn't know what song was playing, she didn't know where she was, and frankly she didn't care, she just wanted to get away and get away fast.
After driving what felt like hours she found herself pouring herself out of her Tahoe and walking. She was so lost in thought, that the past few hours seemed to blur together, or at least what parts of the last few hours she could remember.
Grissom was being his usual self and not caring, Catherine was in a fuse about, well, everything, and Nick and Warrick were their usual selves and were to busy talking about sports and women. All of them were too busy to even notice her pain and frustration.
Before she knew it, she was sitting alone on a swing set, which was when she realized she was in the same park her and Grissom had investigated in the Branson Case. Immediately, thoughts of that investigation flooded her mind. Her and Grissom had worked together, just the two of them. "He 'needed' her, he 'had' her. Bull crap!" she thought. All he was doing was building her up and tearing her down.
She sat there moving back and forth slowly, lost in thought, and lost to the world.
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Grissom sat in his dark office looking over a case file when Catherine walked into his office.
"Grissom, have you seen Sara?" she asked.
"No Catherine, I haven't, but if you see her tell her I need to speak with her."
"Ok, Grissom." She said leaving the office and walking through the lab in search of her colleague. When she walked into the DNA lab, she was greeted by the typically happy face of Greg Sanders.
"Greg, have you seen Sara?"
"Yeah, she left about an hour ago. She looked upset." He said not even looking up from his work.
"Are you sure she left Greg?"
"Yeah, stormed out like a hurricane." Catherine sighed and left for Grissom's office.
"She left Grissom."
"What?" He looked up confused.
"Sara left, what the hell did you do now?"
"Why do you assume that I did something?"
"Never mind. Do you have any idea where she could have gone?" She asked, as he shook his head no.
Catherine pulled out her cell phone from its holder on her belt and dialed Sara's cell phone number, but there was no answer. She called her home phone, but there still was no answer.
"Grissom, I don't like this?"
"Catherine don't worry, she's probably stuck in traffic and her cell died." She gave him a look of disbelief. "Fine, will it make you happy if I go and see if she's at her apartment?"
"It would be a start."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing Griss, just go."
He sighed softly as he got up and grabbed his coat. He wasn't upset about having to find Sara; he was scared what of condition he would find her in.
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TBC
The radio blared loudly; as she drove her Tahoe down the nearly empty highway, and with the windows open, the cool night air blew her hair into a frenzy of knots and tangles. She needed to get away; get away from the things causing her her pain and destruction.
She didn't know where she was going but she was going somewhere. She didn't know what song was playing, she didn't know where she was, and frankly she didn't care, she just wanted to get away and get away fast.
After driving what felt like hours she found herself pouring herself out of her Tahoe and walking. She was so lost in thought, that the past few hours seemed to blur together, or at least what parts of the last few hours she could remember.
Grissom was being his usual self and not caring, Catherine was in a fuse about, well, everything, and Nick and Warrick were their usual selves and were to busy talking about sports and women. All of them were too busy to even notice her pain and frustration.
Before she knew it, she was sitting alone on a swing set, which was when she realized she was in the same park her and Grissom had investigated in the Branson Case. Immediately, thoughts of that investigation flooded her mind. Her and Grissom had worked together, just the two of them. "He 'needed' her, he 'had' her. Bull crap!" she thought. All he was doing was building her up and tearing her down.
She sat there moving back and forth slowly, lost in thought, and lost to the world.
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Grissom sat in his dark office looking over a case file when Catherine walked into his office.
"Grissom, have you seen Sara?" she asked.
"No Catherine, I haven't, but if you see her tell her I need to speak with her."
"Ok, Grissom." She said leaving the office and walking through the lab in search of her colleague. When she walked into the DNA lab, she was greeted by the typically happy face of Greg Sanders.
"Greg, have you seen Sara?"
"Yeah, she left about an hour ago. She looked upset." He said not even looking up from his work.
"Are you sure she left Greg?"
"Yeah, stormed out like a hurricane." Catherine sighed and left for Grissom's office.
"She left Grissom."
"What?" He looked up confused.
"Sara left, what the hell did you do now?"
"Why do you assume that I did something?"
"Never mind. Do you have any idea where she could have gone?" She asked, as he shook his head no.
Catherine pulled out her cell phone from its holder on her belt and dialed Sara's cell phone number, but there was no answer. She called her home phone, but there still was no answer.
"Grissom, I don't like this?"
"Catherine don't worry, she's probably stuck in traffic and her cell died." She gave him a look of disbelief. "Fine, will it make you happy if I go and see if she's at her apartment?"
"It would be a start."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing Griss, just go."
He sighed softly as he got up and grabbed his coat. He wasn't upset about having to find Sara; he was scared what of condition he would find her in.
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TBC