Title: The Movies – The Phone Call
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but
happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.
Sara slipped her car into its parking space wondering how safely she had driven home since she had absolutely no recollection of the drive. She was too busy concentrating on the night's events which were playing out in her head, and for the first time in four years they were pleasant memories of her and Grissom.
There was no questioning his intentions tonight. For once he had said and done things that were not open to interpretation. She had not imagined anything, this time she was certain of his feelings.
As she ascended the stairs to her apartment though, her hopes descended at an equal pace reaching a new low. They had so much further to fall now that he'd given her a glimpse of what their lives could be like. As she turned the key in the door she could hear a ringing coming from the other side and couldn't help the ominous feeling it was drudging up.
If cornered she would say the evening had been incredible, but she didn't want to set herself up for another fall. The time spent with him was intoxicating, but knowing that he was probably home now, starting to regret it all was just too much. Two thoughts simultaneously entered her brain.
She knew it was Grissom on the phone and was thrilled that he was calling so soon after everything had changed between them. At the same time she knew that he was calling to tell her what a mistake it had been to touch her, hold her, kiss her, and adore her.
Shutting the door behind her, she threw her keys on the dining room table and began the agonizingly long walk to the phone. Reaching a shaky hand to the receiver; she found herself wondering what excuse he would use this time. As she lifted the phone to her ear she realized that all she would ever have of Gil Grissom was that one moment of passion in the multiplex parking lot. She braced herself for the crash.
"Hello?"
"Sara, it's me. I just wanted to uh, make sure you made it home ok." She could hear the nervousness in his voice as she willed herself to at least sound positive.
"Yeah, I just walked in the door. That was sweet Grissom… thank you." The gentleness with which he was trying to let her down was overwhelming; she felt a tear spill over her eyelid and drizzle down her cheek.
"Well, it's late, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning. Is nine ok?"
A breath escaped her lungs as if somebody had squeezed it out of her, and a sliver of hope tried to sneak its way back into her heart. She didn't dare allow herself to grab on to that hope. Maybe he felt that after the depth of feeling he had put into that kiss, she deserved to be cut loose in person.
"Sara? Can I pick you up at nine for breakfast?" His soft question broke her from her reverie.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry Grissom. Um, nine is fine."
"Ok then. I'll see you at nine, Honey."
He called her honey. With that one phrase the tide turned yet again for Sara as joy flooded her heart one more time. The uneasiness that had so suddenly swept in was washed away with that simple endearing word.
"I'll see you then Gris," she managed to squeak out through the grin that was now plastered to her face.
She hung up the phone unable to stop pacing. Knowing she would be getting no sleep, she went to her closet to figure out what to wear for their breakfast date.
TBC…
Battus philenor
