The Way It Is
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter VII - Interference
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She pretended like she didn't feel the pain. She really hadn't at first, but once he started bandaging her head up, the rubbing alcohol he was pouring onto the wounds made her want to kill him. Well, Sara Sidle had other reasons for wanting to kill Hank other than just that one, but she only needed one excuse, at least for now. The last thing she needed was for her SUV to be totaled by a car that wasn't even moving. She would have to pay for the repairs because it was mostly her fault.
"Fucking airbag," she muttered again when he swabbed another cut with alcohol. The burning sensation didn't want to stop. She sat on the stretcher and looked at the victim in the other car, who hadn't been as lucky as Sara. According to Hank, who wasn't the most reliable source, the teenager had been dead for a while, so Sara wasn't going to be charged with manslaughter or any other crimes. Which was good, because the last thing Sara needed was more time to think, especially since it was in jail.
"Really, Hank do you have to do this? I do believe that you've caused me enough hurt for this lifetime. Do you have to add to it by burning me to hell?" Sara sneered. Hank finished with the last bandage and took a step back so he could observe her.
Sara stood up, swaying a little before catching her balance. She suddenly had the urge to talk to Grissom. She wasn't quite sure way, but just the idea made her feel a little better. God, she thought to herself, am I really this pathetic? Thinking about Grissom right now? "I thought we were past that, Sara," Hank commented.
Sara stared at him in amazement. "How dense can you be?" she asked. "You were using me on the side, Hank. That's not the kind of thing we can get past. Besides, I really don't think this is the time to be discussing this."
"Well, you can't go anywhere until the rental car place picks you up, so now is a perfect time to talk about it. How many times can I apologize to you, Sara? I must have let twenty messages on your machine, telling you that I had broken up with her and that I wanted to see you again," Hank pressed. "I've really missed you and I've wanted to try to work things out with you."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't comfortable talking to Hank. All she wanted to do was go back to her apartment, have a beer or two to unwind, and fall asleep until she was needed at the lab. Knowing Grissom, he wasn't going to let her work until all her cuts were healed. "Please don't drag me back into this, Hank. I figured after the fifth message you would quit. It took you twenty to realize that I wasn't going to call you back. That was nineteen too many."
"I really don't understand why you hate me so much," Hank pointed out. Sara took a moment to look over him. He looked the same as he had when he had confronted her on if she had kept their relationship a secret. Something had torn in her that night, she wasn't quite sure why. He was adorable, which his spiky hair and his soft eyes. Sara could already feel herself falling for him again, against her wishes. Falling for Hank again was the last thing on her mind.
Sara never had successful relationships. Something always happened to prevent her from being happy. In high school and college, Sara rarely dated and she never had a serious boyfriend. She didn't date while she was in the LA crime lab and things had only gotten worse since she had been transferred to Las Vegas. Hank had been her first real boyfriend and that had ended horribly. Soon after their breakup, Grissom had rejected her proposal for a date. He had admitted, not knowing she had heard, that he did have feelings for her, but they weren't important enough to get in the way of his job.
With Nick, things had been different. He didn't seem to matter if it interfered with his job because he never let it. Sara had been happy for those brief months with him because he took the pressures off of every. Now that was gone and why? Because of one little rule Grissom happened to bring up. She hated not knowing her true feelings for Grissom.
"I hate you so much, Hank, because you lied and deceived and then when it was all said and done, you didn't care about me until it suited your needs. But I really don't want to get into this with you. Won't you please just drop it? This is not the place to discuss this issue," Sara pleaded. Why did the men she date always have to make things so complicated? Sara didn't get it.
"Fine, then, Sara. Meet me at Applebee's tonight at eight and we'll discuss it then," Hank rebutted. Sara looked at him like he was crazy. Did he seriously think she was going to go out and eat with him after everything he'd put her through? By the way he was looking at her, Sara imagined that he did.
Sara sighed and ran one hand through her hair. She was having the morning from hell. First, the huge breakup with Nick that she couldn't get off her mind. Then she had wrecked her only vehicle, so now she was stuck with Hank, who was suddenly asking her out on a date to talk about a relationship they didn't have. "Come on," Hank urged, "you do have to eat, Sara."
Sara thought about it. She did hate being alone. On the other hand, it was Hank. The one man who had solely made the past year the worst of her entire life. What was happening to her? If that teenage girl hadn't died in her car, Sara would have killed her for making her go through all of this. "Fine," Sara whispered.
Hank grinned widely at her. When Sara saw this, all she could see was an image of Nick grinning at her. Sara closed her eyes and then opened them again; luckily, the image of him was gone. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter VII - Interference
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She pretended like she didn't feel the pain. She really hadn't at first, but once he started bandaging her head up, the rubbing alcohol he was pouring onto the wounds made her want to kill him. Well, Sara Sidle had other reasons for wanting to kill Hank other than just that one, but she only needed one excuse, at least for now. The last thing she needed was for her SUV to be totaled by a car that wasn't even moving. She would have to pay for the repairs because it was mostly her fault.
"Fucking airbag," she muttered again when he swabbed another cut with alcohol. The burning sensation didn't want to stop. She sat on the stretcher and looked at the victim in the other car, who hadn't been as lucky as Sara. According to Hank, who wasn't the most reliable source, the teenager had been dead for a while, so Sara wasn't going to be charged with manslaughter or any other crimes. Which was good, because the last thing Sara needed was more time to think, especially since it was in jail.
"Really, Hank do you have to do this? I do believe that you've caused me enough hurt for this lifetime. Do you have to add to it by burning me to hell?" Sara sneered. Hank finished with the last bandage and took a step back so he could observe her.
Sara stood up, swaying a little before catching her balance. She suddenly had the urge to talk to Grissom. She wasn't quite sure way, but just the idea made her feel a little better. God, she thought to herself, am I really this pathetic? Thinking about Grissom right now? "I thought we were past that, Sara," Hank commented.
Sara stared at him in amazement. "How dense can you be?" she asked. "You were using me on the side, Hank. That's not the kind of thing we can get past. Besides, I really don't think this is the time to be discussing this."
"Well, you can't go anywhere until the rental car place picks you up, so now is a perfect time to talk about it. How many times can I apologize to you, Sara? I must have let twenty messages on your machine, telling you that I had broken up with her and that I wanted to see you again," Hank pressed. "I've really missed you and I've wanted to try to work things out with you."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't comfortable talking to Hank. All she wanted to do was go back to her apartment, have a beer or two to unwind, and fall asleep until she was needed at the lab. Knowing Grissom, he wasn't going to let her work until all her cuts were healed. "Please don't drag me back into this, Hank. I figured after the fifth message you would quit. It took you twenty to realize that I wasn't going to call you back. That was nineteen too many."
"I really don't understand why you hate me so much," Hank pointed out. Sara took a moment to look over him. He looked the same as he had when he had confronted her on if she had kept their relationship a secret. Something had torn in her that night, she wasn't quite sure why. He was adorable, which his spiky hair and his soft eyes. Sara could already feel herself falling for him again, against her wishes. Falling for Hank again was the last thing on her mind.
Sara never had successful relationships. Something always happened to prevent her from being happy. In high school and college, Sara rarely dated and she never had a serious boyfriend. She didn't date while she was in the LA crime lab and things had only gotten worse since she had been transferred to Las Vegas. Hank had been her first real boyfriend and that had ended horribly. Soon after their breakup, Grissom had rejected her proposal for a date. He had admitted, not knowing she had heard, that he did have feelings for her, but they weren't important enough to get in the way of his job.
With Nick, things had been different. He didn't seem to matter if it interfered with his job because he never let it. Sara had been happy for those brief months with him because he took the pressures off of every. Now that was gone and why? Because of one little rule Grissom happened to bring up. She hated not knowing her true feelings for Grissom.
"I hate you so much, Hank, because you lied and deceived and then when it was all said and done, you didn't care about me until it suited your needs. But I really don't want to get into this with you. Won't you please just drop it? This is not the place to discuss this issue," Sara pleaded. Why did the men she date always have to make things so complicated? Sara didn't get it.
"Fine, then, Sara. Meet me at Applebee's tonight at eight and we'll discuss it then," Hank rebutted. Sara looked at him like he was crazy. Did he seriously think she was going to go out and eat with him after everything he'd put her through? By the way he was looking at her, Sara imagined that he did.
Sara sighed and ran one hand through her hair. She was having the morning from hell. First, the huge breakup with Nick that she couldn't get off her mind. Then she had wrecked her only vehicle, so now she was stuck with Hank, who was suddenly asking her out on a date to talk about a relationship they didn't have. "Come on," Hank urged, "you do have to eat, Sara."
Sara thought about it. She did hate being alone. On the other hand, it was Hank. The one man who had solely made the past year the worst of her entire life. What was happening to her? If that teenage girl hadn't died in her car, Sara would have killed her for making her go through all of this. "Fine," Sara whispered.
Hank grinned widely at her. When Sara saw this, all she could see was an image of Nick grinning at her. Sara closed her eyes and then opened them again; luckily, the image of him was gone. What the hell had she gotten herself into?