Sara was barely aware of climbing into her car and starting the engine. She
remembered only vaguely speeding down the roads faster then any laws in the
whole of America allowed her to drive.
It was only when she hurried into the airport that she realised that she had never seen Gil Grissom cry. She wondered what had made him so upset, noting for the first time that one lone tear trailed down her cheek.
Scanning the crowd for the familiar face she wanted so desperately to see, thoughts zoomed around in her head, each scenario worse than the one before it.
And then she saw him, standing a little away from the rest of the people, his head bowed, eyes downcast. There was no luggage in his hands, which led her to believe that the decision to visit had been made hurriedly.
Sara approached Grissom warily, as though any sharp movement would startle him, and give him cause to run away. She noted with growing dismay that he had lost quite a bit of weight and his eyes held none of the sparkling recognition that she had hoped to see.
Instead, he gave a watery smile, and dropped his head once more as his eyes filled with tears.
She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He buried his head in her hair, clinging onto her as if she was his life support.
Gradually, she pulled away. She leant forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He stiffened, and she instantly realised her mistake.
"Let's get you home, ok?"
He nodded glumly, still not meeting her eyes.
Sara took the chance to intertwine their fingers, which she noted where cold, and led him toward her car.
It was only when she hurried into the airport that she realised that she had never seen Gil Grissom cry. She wondered what had made him so upset, noting for the first time that one lone tear trailed down her cheek.
Scanning the crowd for the familiar face she wanted so desperately to see, thoughts zoomed around in her head, each scenario worse than the one before it.
And then she saw him, standing a little away from the rest of the people, his head bowed, eyes downcast. There was no luggage in his hands, which led her to believe that the decision to visit had been made hurriedly.
Sara approached Grissom warily, as though any sharp movement would startle him, and give him cause to run away. She noted with growing dismay that he had lost quite a bit of weight and his eyes held none of the sparkling recognition that she had hoped to see.
Instead, he gave a watery smile, and dropped his head once more as his eyes filled with tears.
She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He buried his head in her hair, clinging onto her as if she was his life support.
Gradually, she pulled away. She leant forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He stiffened, and she instantly realised her mistake.
"Let's get you home, ok?"
He nodded glumly, still not meeting her eyes.
Sara took the chance to intertwine their fingers, which she noted where cold, and led him toward her car.