Disclaimer: CSI and these fine characters aren't mine, it's unfortunate but
true, please don't sue me.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at Fanfic, ever. Please read & review, be kind but be honest, I can take it. (
Spoilers: Hmm, I tried not to have any spoilers but I did write this after I saw EARLY ROLLOUT, and maybe just to be safe I'll say COOL CHANGE from the first season.
And away we go!
*****
Sara sat in the corner at the bar, she watched the sweat roll down her most recent bottle, as she pondered what had led her to take solace in the liquid inside. Sara did not have to think long to settle on the answer, she remembered it like it was yesterday. The one phone call that sent her life into an out of control spiral.
*****
The sound of the phone ringing startled Sara from her concentration on the book she was reading. Sara looked at the clock next to her bed, 11:56pm, a little late for anyone to be calling but she answered anyway, it might be work.
"Hello?"
"Sara? Hi. It's Gil, Gil Grissom." Sara's heart jumped so far she nearly fell out of bed at the sound of his voice. How long had it been? Years since Sara had heard that voice, but it still sounded just as familiar as if it was only yesterday.
"Hi Grissom... to what do I owe the pleasure of your call" Sara said trying to sound as cool and as unaffected as possible.
"I need to ask you a favor, a big favor. I'd like you to come to Vegas. I need help, your help. I have an internal matter that needs to be taken care of, and I need someone I trust to take care of it."
"That's what Internal Affairs is for Grissom, not exactly my department, I'm a scientist, remember?" Sara wondered why the hell he would be asking to run an IA investigation, Grissom knew she was a CSI.
"Yes, Sara I know you are a scientist, that's why I'm asking you to come here, I need someone I can trust doing this, and I trust you. If you come and help me take care of this investigation, I can make you a part of my team. You know the Las Vegas Crime Lab is one of the best in the country, and I- we could definitely use someone like you here."
His words rang in Sara's ears, Grissom trusted her. More than anyone who worked with him now, she wondered. Grissom wanted her to work with him. Of all the people Grissom could have picked, he picked her. How could Sara say no to being hand-picked to work in the Las Vegas Crime Lab by a man who is reveled in his field, by a man who trusted her? She could not, that's how.
Sara sighed, "I'll come do your investigation, Grissom. When I get there, I'll let you know if I want to stay."
"Fair enough. I need you to be here as soon as possible though, it's a hot case."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
"All right, I'll brief you when you get here."
"Bye." With that Sara was out the door and on a plane to Vegas within two hours.
Sara was startled out of her reminiscing by the bartender sitting another beer in front of her. Sara would have never guessed four years ago that such an innocent conversation would have her sitting alone, at six o'clock in the morning, at a bar. Sara was on the verge of a burn out, she was sad, but more than anything she was alone and very aware of all three.
What the hell happened to her? Sara knew the answer to that question even before she asked it, Grissom. Grissom happened to her...again. He happened and changed her whole perspective, Sara was sure Grissom hadn't the slightest idea just how much he affected her. From the first moment they met Sara knew that there was only one place she wanted to be, wherever he was. And to this very day, even after everything they had been through, no matter how cool she appeared on the outside, on the inside Sara melted every time Grissom walked into the room.
"Damn him." Sara whispered to no one in particular as she traced the mouth of her third, no fourth beer bottle with her finger.
Sara felt the presence of the person sitting down in the stool next to her. Frankly, she was more than a little pissed off that someone would sit next to her seeing as though she had chosen the last stool at the bar to avoid just this situation. It was OK though, she was about ready to head home anyway.
"I heard a rumor I might find you here."
Melt. Sara did not even have to look up for her heart to start into palpitations. She was determined not to let him see her pain, as if it wasn't obvious by the line of bottles on the bar in front of her. Sara stuffed her hand into her pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, she tossed it onto the bar in front of her and stood from her seat. Sara felt herself wobble with intoxication it took a few seconds for her to feel steady on her feet, but she managed. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, Sara found the courage and the strength to make her way out of the bar, she never looked back, not once, it was a small victory. She had made her decision, the hardest decision of her life.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at Fanfic, ever. Please read & review, be kind but be honest, I can take it. (
Spoilers: Hmm, I tried not to have any spoilers but I did write this after I saw EARLY ROLLOUT, and maybe just to be safe I'll say COOL CHANGE from the first season.
And away we go!
*****
Sara sat in the corner at the bar, she watched the sweat roll down her most recent bottle, as she pondered what had led her to take solace in the liquid inside. Sara did not have to think long to settle on the answer, she remembered it like it was yesterday. The one phone call that sent her life into an out of control spiral.
*****
The sound of the phone ringing startled Sara from her concentration on the book she was reading. Sara looked at the clock next to her bed, 11:56pm, a little late for anyone to be calling but she answered anyway, it might be work.
"Hello?"
"Sara? Hi. It's Gil, Gil Grissom." Sara's heart jumped so far she nearly fell out of bed at the sound of his voice. How long had it been? Years since Sara had heard that voice, but it still sounded just as familiar as if it was only yesterday.
"Hi Grissom... to what do I owe the pleasure of your call" Sara said trying to sound as cool and as unaffected as possible.
"I need to ask you a favor, a big favor. I'd like you to come to Vegas. I need help, your help. I have an internal matter that needs to be taken care of, and I need someone I trust to take care of it."
"That's what Internal Affairs is for Grissom, not exactly my department, I'm a scientist, remember?" Sara wondered why the hell he would be asking to run an IA investigation, Grissom knew she was a CSI.
"Yes, Sara I know you are a scientist, that's why I'm asking you to come here, I need someone I can trust doing this, and I trust you. If you come and help me take care of this investigation, I can make you a part of my team. You know the Las Vegas Crime Lab is one of the best in the country, and I- we could definitely use someone like you here."
His words rang in Sara's ears, Grissom trusted her. More than anyone who worked with him now, she wondered. Grissom wanted her to work with him. Of all the people Grissom could have picked, he picked her. How could Sara say no to being hand-picked to work in the Las Vegas Crime Lab by a man who is reveled in his field, by a man who trusted her? She could not, that's how.
Sara sighed, "I'll come do your investigation, Grissom. When I get there, I'll let you know if I want to stay."
"Fair enough. I need you to be here as soon as possible though, it's a hot case."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
"All right, I'll brief you when you get here."
"Bye." With that Sara was out the door and on a plane to Vegas within two hours.
Sara was startled out of her reminiscing by the bartender sitting another beer in front of her. Sara would have never guessed four years ago that such an innocent conversation would have her sitting alone, at six o'clock in the morning, at a bar. Sara was on the verge of a burn out, she was sad, but more than anything she was alone and very aware of all three.
What the hell happened to her? Sara knew the answer to that question even before she asked it, Grissom. Grissom happened to her...again. He happened and changed her whole perspective, Sara was sure Grissom hadn't the slightest idea just how much he affected her. From the first moment they met Sara knew that there was only one place she wanted to be, wherever he was. And to this very day, even after everything they had been through, no matter how cool she appeared on the outside, on the inside Sara melted every time Grissom walked into the room.
"Damn him." Sara whispered to no one in particular as she traced the mouth of her third, no fourth beer bottle with her finger.
Sara felt the presence of the person sitting down in the stool next to her. Frankly, she was more than a little pissed off that someone would sit next to her seeing as though she had chosen the last stool at the bar to avoid just this situation. It was OK though, she was about ready to head home anyway.
"I heard a rumor I might find you here."
Melt. Sara did not even have to look up for her heart to start into palpitations. She was determined not to let him see her pain, as if it wasn't obvious by the line of bottles on the bar in front of her. Sara stuffed her hand into her pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, she tossed it onto the bar in front of her and stood from her seat. Sara felt herself wobble with intoxication it took a few seconds for her to feel steady on her feet, but she managed. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, Sara found the courage and the strength to make her way out of the bar, she never looked back, not once, it was a small victory. She had made her decision, the hardest decision of her life.