The ride to Sara's rental apartment was relatively quiet, except for the
occasional sniffle coming from Grissom's direction. He sat stiffly upright
in his seat, staring through the side window, so Sara couldn't see his
expression. She stole glances at him as she drove, taking in the change of
his appearance from the last time that she had seen him.
She realised with a sudden jolt that had been over three months ago.
His cheeks were damp and blotchy, evidence of his recent crying, whereas in the past, his eyes had seldom shown any indication of what was going on in that mind of his. He chewed slightly on his bottom lip.
Those lips.
Stop it Sara! She scolded herself for thinking such things while he was so obviously in need of a friend. She wondered bitterly why he couldn't have gone running to Catherine again.
Catherine. The word sounded poisonous even in her head.
She must have said something aloud, because Grissom turned to her. She gasped. His usually heavily guarded orbs were now filled with more emotion than she dared to read into. A mixture of misery, remorse and.what was it? Guilt?
Sara could count on one hand the times she had seen him this upset. Hell, she could count on one finger! She fought to keep her concentration on the road spread out in front of her; but, her mind kept wandering though dozens of reasons why he should come all the way to San Francisco, after all this time, after all this grief.
Finally, they pulled up outside her apartment block. Sara quickly moved to his side of the car, and opened the door for him. She helped him out of his seat and escorted him into the building.
She realised with a sudden jolt that had been over three months ago.
His cheeks were damp and blotchy, evidence of his recent crying, whereas in the past, his eyes had seldom shown any indication of what was going on in that mind of his. He chewed slightly on his bottom lip.
Those lips.
Stop it Sara! She scolded herself for thinking such things while he was so obviously in need of a friend. She wondered bitterly why he couldn't have gone running to Catherine again.
Catherine. The word sounded poisonous even in her head.
She must have said something aloud, because Grissom turned to her. She gasped. His usually heavily guarded orbs were now filled with more emotion than she dared to read into. A mixture of misery, remorse and.what was it? Guilt?
Sara could count on one hand the times she had seen him this upset. Hell, she could count on one finger! She fought to keep her concentration on the road spread out in front of her; but, her mind kept wandering though dozens of reasons why he should come all the way to San Francisco, after all this time, after all this grief.
Finally, they pulled up outside her apartment block. Sara quickly moved to his side of the car, and opened the door for him. She helped him out of his seat and escorted him into the building.