All for Elle- Chapter 3
Disclaimer-I do not own CSI. I do not profit from any of these pieces of
fiction
**Present**
Sara was panicking, as much as she wanted to see Mike again, she just hoped that she could keep him quiet in front of Grissom and the rest of them at work. After that time she had told him, even though she felt a great pressure being lifted from her chest, she had worried continuously about him saying anything. It wasn't that she didn't trust him with all her being, he had never let her down when they were younger, and she truly believed that he would do nothing to hurt her all these years later. But that didn't mean that mistakes could be made.
**Past**
"I think you should go to the police, they will be able to protect you, Sara please," Sara knew from the moment she said it that she couldn't fulfill his wish, no matter how much his voice pleaded to her. Ever since she had told him Elle's fate, he had been trying to convince her to tell the authorities. She knew he was just worried about her, but she just didn't have the strength to fight her father. She doubted she would get to the police station, though mike said they could go after school. She doubted they would believe her. Her father actually had a good image in this town, and he had already given them warning about her 'erratic' behavior. No, this was one thing that Mike could not possibly understand. She told the police, her father would find out, and that was just not an option.
"You know I can't do that," Sara whispered looking around for anyone who may be eavesdropping, she saw no one and therefore carried on with the dangerous subject her best friend had brought up. "He will find out and the you will be short one friend, ok."
Mike stopped his argument, he agreed with her that much. He couldn't risk losing her, no matter how strong willed and tough Sara was, she was only thirteen. No one should have to live like she did when they were thirteen. He knew he had it tough because of losing his dad and his mother being 'disabled' by drink, as he put it, but at least he was loved. Sara had lost the one person who could truly always be there for her. The one person that would understand, and help her through it. No matter how much he wanted to replace Elle, he knew that no one would ever fill her place in Sara's life.
**Present**
Sara decided that since she was going to have to face the music, or in this case face her work colleagues tonight anyway. And if she met them for breakfast, at least it would get it out of the way.
Picking up her phone she called Nick's mobile, he would still be at work and then she would go and get some sleep before she got ready to leave.
The phone rang for six rings until his Texan voice filled her ears.
"Stokes here," for a moment Sara considered forgetting breakfast and just going to bed for the rest of the day, but she realized that that would just is cowardly. And no one even Sara herself would dare to call her cowardly. So she answered.
"Hey, it's Sara," for a moment she thought she could here him hush the room he was in, and silently tell everyone that it was here. She must have hit them pretty hard with her outburst, which she now regretted.
"Hey, er...you feeling better now," She laughed at the tension in his voice, she knew he was scared she was going to scream at him, because god knew she could get mad, even at Nick. She heard him register her laugh and the tension between them faulted.
"Yes, I'm ok...for now."
"Good," Nick answered; she could hear the relief now in his voice.
"So... you called about breakfast, where and when," Sara spat out quickly in order to get the conversation over and done with.
"Yea, ok, normal place at around seven, were all going I think. See you there, ok"
"Ok see ya" Sara hung up, and got up to get ready to get 2 hours sleep, it was all she needed really, she had never been good at sleeping for long periods of time. It was the nightmares that she had always suffered from. She had them about everything and anything of relevance to her past or present, such as the current case or her less than pleasant childhood. She found however that sleep in short bust kept the nightmares away.
****
Walking into the snack bar, she instantly spotted the group sitting in their usual space in the corner. As she walked in the turned to look at her. Warrick smiled and nick wavered her other also yet Grissom and Catherine just smirked a little, still uncomfortable after that morning.
"Sara, come on were just about to order," Nick called and she hurried and sat down next to him in the space vacant.
"Did you get some sleep," Grissom said after a moment, obviously uncomfortable. Sara looked down, though she had planned to get some sleep, in the end she had read a paper on forensics she had recently come across.
"Yea, a bit," Sara lied, not looking up from the menu she had In front of her. She knew they could tell, but she didn't care really, she was here now and what right did they have to first of all say when she worked and then when she slept. Ok they were only concerned but still. She had always been her own person. And her own person she would remain.
"Uh huh," Nick said smiling at her in a teasing way. He could always tell when she was lying, and like today, he often made a joke about it. Grissom on the other hand, didn't. And today was no exception.
"If you didn't sleep well, you should really go and get some. Tonight you are actually working," Grissom said in a soft voice but his underlying harsh tone still remained as always.
Sara was not happy about this statement, and the first thing that came to her mind as she look up at him after the words had so un- regretfully left his mouth was that he didn't want her here. That she wasn't welcome.
Of course he hadn't meant it to appear that way. In Grissom's eyes he had just told her to go home and get some sleep so she could be ready to work, but Sara heard something different. Sara heard him say your intruding here, so leave. And she went to.
Sara got up, stood away from the table and smiled.
"Then I'll be on my way then, got things to do anyway, in fact I'm going to take some time off, if you'll allow that Grissom," Sara waited patiently for Grissom to answer her question.
"Don't go, sit down, and come in tonight and we'll see what's available," Grissom said gestured for her to sit down where she had previously been sitting.
"Y'know, I'm going to go home get some rest and I'll see you all tonight." Sara blurted out, running her hand through her hair. She knew she should stay, be social. But connecting with people was her 'thing'. They said there good byes and she walked out of the door. She told her self she was busy anyway, she had to get in touch with mike. She would have plenty of time to talk with her colleagues tonight at work.
Sometimes they looked at her like she was crazy or something, especially Catherine. They just couldn't understand why she didn't like socializing. Not even Grissom could understand her, and he knew it.
**** Mike really hadn't been expecting an answer from his old friend. Last he heard she was going up in this world, not stopping to let the bad hand life had dealt her get in the way of success. And he was proud to say the least. The call had been short, this much catching up couldn't be done over the phone. Dates were exchanged, and some quick questions about basic health. And the call was ended.
In Mike's opinion, Sara had never gotten over her sisters death. But Sara strongly believed that she had long ago. This was an argument that may have been behind there separating. And when he had finally got the money to go visit his ex-fiancé. He was there booking the flight. This time next week, maybe he would get her back.
****
Sorry it took me so long to update, I've got exams coming up and well panic!! Does anyone here like cold play. Because I wrote this listening to yellow, and I felt that it perfectly described their relationship. For those GS fans out there, there will be some in this as well. What can I say, when is life ever simple. (Well not when I'm writing the plot)
Kate
Disclaimer-I do not own CSI. I do not profit from any of these pieces of
fiction
**Present**
Sara was panicking, as much as she wanted to see Mike again, she just hoped that she could keep him quiet in front of Grissom and the rest of them at work. After that time she had told him, even though she felt a great pressure being lifted from her chest, she had worried continuously about him saying anything. It wasn't that she didn't trust him with all her being, he had never let her down when they were younger, and she truly believed that he would do nothing to hurt her all these years later. But that didn't mean that mistakes could be made.
**Past**
"I think you should go to the police, they will be able to protect you, Sara please," Sara knew from the moment she said it that she couldn't fulfill his wish, no matter how much his voice pleaded to her. Ever since she had told him Elle's fate, he had been trying to convince her to tell the authorities. She knew he was just worried about her, but she just didn't have the strength to fight her father. She doubted she would get to the police station, though mike said they could go after school. She doubted they would believe her. Her father actually had a good image in this town, and he had already given them warning about her 'erratic' behavior. No, this was one thing that Mike could not possibly understand. She told the police, her father would find out, and that was just not an option.
"You know I can't do that," Sara whispered looking around for anyone who may be eavesdropping, she saw no one and therefore carried on with the dangerous subject her best friend had brought up. "He will find out and the you will be short one friend, ok."
Mike stopped his argument, he agreed with her that much. He couldn't risk losing her, no matter how strong willed and tough Sara was, she was only thirteen. No one should have to live like she did when they were thirteen. He knew he had it tough because of losing his dad and his mother being 'disabled' by drink, as he put it, but at least he was loved. Sara had lost the one person who could truly always be there for her. The one person that would understand, and help her through it. No matter how much he wanted to replace Elle, he knew that no one would ever fill her place in Sara's life.
**Present**
Sara decided that since she was going to have to face the music, or in this case face her work colleagues tonight anyway. And if she met them for breakfast, at least it would get it out of the way.
Picking up her phone she called Nick's mobile, he would still be at work and then she would go and get some sleep before she got ready to leave.
The phone rang for six rings until his Texan voice filled her ears.
"Stokes here," for a moment Sara considered forgetting breakfast and just going to bed for the rest of the day, but she realized that that would just is cowardly. And no one even Sara herself would dare to call her cowardly. So she answered.
"Hey, it's Sara," for a moment she thought she could here him hush the room he was in, and silently tell everyone that it was here. She must have hit them pretty hard with her outburst, which she now regretted.
"Hey, er...you feeling better now," She laughed at the tension in his voice, she knew he was scared she was going to scream at him, because god knew she could get mad, even at Nick. She heard him register her laugh and the tension between them faulted.
"Yes, I'm ok...for now."
"Good," Nick answered; she could hear the relief now in his voice.
"So... you called about breakfast, where and when," Sara spat out quickly in order to get the conversation over and done with.
"Yea, ok, normal place at around seven, were all going I think. See you there, ok"
"Ok see ya" Sara hung up, and got up to get ready to get 2 hours sleep, it was all she needed really, she had never been good at sleeping for long periods of time. It was the nightmares that she had always suffered from. She had them about everything and anything of relevance to her past or present, such as the current case or her less than pleasant childhood. She found however that sleep in short bust kept the nightmares away.
****
Walking into the snack bar, she instantly spotted the group sitting in their usual space in the corner. As she walked in the turned to look at her. Warrick smiled and nick wavered her other also yet Grissom and Catherine just smirked a little, still uncomfortable after that morning.
"Sara, come on were just about to order," Nick called and she hurried and sat down next to him in the space vacant.
"Did you get some sleep," Grissom said after a moment, obviously uncomfortable. Sara looked down, though she had planned to get some sleep, in the end she had read a paper on forensics she had recently come across.
"Yea, a bit," Sara lied, not looking up from the menu she had In front of her. She knew they could tell, but she didn't care really, she was here now and what right did they have to first of all say when she worked and then when she slept. Ok they were only concerned but still. She had always been her own person. And her own person she would remain.
"Uh huh," Nick said smiling at her in a teasing way. He could always tell when she was lying, and like today, he often made a joke about it. Grissom on the other hand, didn't. And today was no exception.
"If you didn't sleep well, you should really go and get some. Tonight you are actually working," Grissom said in a soft voice but his underlying harsh tone still remained as always.
Sara was not happy about this statement, and the first thing that came to her mind as she look up at him after the words had so un- regretfully left his mouth was that he didn't want her here. That she wasn't welcome.
Of course he hadn't meant it to appear that way. In Grissom's eyes he had just told her to go home and get some sleep so she could be ready to work, but Sara heard something different. Sara heard him say your intruding here, so leave. And she went to.
Sara got up, stood away from the table and smiled.
"Then I'll be on my way then, got things to do anyway, in fact I'm going to take some time off, if you'll allow that Grissom," Sara waited patiently for Grissom to answer her question.
"Don't go, sit down, and come in tonight and we'll see what's available," Grissom said gestured for her to sit down where she had previously been sitting.
"Y'know, I'm going to go home get some rest and I'll see you all tonight." Sara blurted out, running her hand through her hair. She knew she should stay, be social. But connecting with people was her 'thing'. They said there good byes and she walked out of the door. She told her self she was busy anyway, she had to get in touch with mike. She would have plenty of time to talk with her colleagues tonight at work.
Sometimes they looked at her like she was crazy or something, especially Catherine. They just couldn't understand why she didn't like socializing. Not even Grissom could understand her, and he knew it.
**** Mike really hadn't been expecting an answer from his old friend. Last he heard she was going up in this world, not stopping to let the bad hand life had dealt her get in the way of success. And he was proud to say the least. The call had been short, this much catching up couldn't be done over the phone. Dates were exchanged, and some quick questions about basic health. And the call was ended.
In Mike's opinion, Sara had never gotten over her sisters death. But Sara strongly believed that she had long ago. This was an argument that may have been behind there separating. And when he had finally got the money to go visit his ex-fiancé. He was there booking the flight. This time next week, maybe he would get her back.
****
Sorry it took me so long to update, I've got exams coming up and well panic!! Does anyone here like cold play. Because I wrote this listening to yellow, and I felt that it perfectly described their relationship. For those GS fans out there, there will be some in this as well. What can I say, when is life ever simple. (Well not when I'm writing the plot)
Kate
