Title: Diner (2/5)
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: PG?... PG 13
Disclaimer: the only thing are own are my mistakes he he so no I do not own CSI or the characters I love to play with.
Note: Thanks Alicia
Diner Chapter Two
Just for a second neither of them moved, just for one moment the sound didn't penetrate that perfect moment, then it was gone and with all the intensity she had wanted to be in that kiss he pulled back, shooting his eyes away from her.
"Grissom?" his voice was as passive as if nothing had happened and his resolve was back to normal, she sighed.
(Insert nokia ring tone here.)
Sara jumped back in surprise and as Grissom shot a glare at her she reached with her trembling fingers to answer her phone.
"Sure, that's good." Was the last of his conversation she could evesdrop on before the tow truck companys words hit her.
"Oh" she was saying as he returned his phone to his pocket… he didn't know if he was happy or sad that the phone had rung… "That's crap!" …Sara was livid, he hoped he wouldn't get the brunt of that when he said what he knew he would have to say, when he said he was sorry… "Fine!" she said as she heatedly hung up the phone.
"What is it?" he asked, not meeting her gaze.
"Tow truck can't get here, they're going to come in the morning."
"Oh." He sounded deflated, wrung out.
She gave a nervous laugh.
"You don't have to sound so disappointed." She reached her hand out to his and he recoiled hastily. "What?" Sara askd, frustrated but trying to keep her voice soft.
"Sara I'm sorry," he sighed "I'm sorry but we can't-"
"I can't believe you sometimes!" Her hands flew in the air to emphasise her confusion and anger. She looked at him once more, giving him another chance, at his silence she took her cue and bolted from her seat.
"Sara wait." She turned back, hopefully but her stern expression fixed.
"That was Brass he needs these," he motioned to the case files still sitting in front of him, "I told him I would get these to him tonight but if the tow truck isn't coming…"
"Call him, tell him he'll get them tomorrow or call… call a cab…. I don't care!" she spat out as she turned and this time didn't stop as she briskly walked outside pleased to be greeted by the fresh night air.
She had never smoked not really but when she was younger fad had turned to habit and eventually habit had turned into addiction.
When ever she was stressed she turned back but she didn't smoke, 'smoking can kill' she read absently as she pulled the cigarette out of its tightly packed box.
Now as she lit it and the smell of burning tobacco calmed a never she hadn't know was raw she almost laughed. If she wasn't a smoker, she didn't love him. It slowly calmed her and made her throat burn just enough to make coughing inevitable, she smiled. She wished she could take a pill to push away her addiction to him. She hated this.
She tilted her head up and watched the smoke travel up to the stars, she always thought it was beautiful, the way the wisps of smoke twisted and twirled to freedom with the stars, would have been a moment if the coughing didn't start.
She violently flicked the butt to the ground and watched as the bright ember burnt out leaving only a shadow in her mind of the light that shone so brightly.
She hated smoking.
She could still feel his breath on her lips, his damb hypocritical breath, even if it was now marred by smoke. She needed a shower she didn't know why but she just didn't feel clean. The man behind the counter, had he mentioned rooms?
Yes she though so, with bathrooms, she needed a shower. She stomped back into the Diner looking past him and choosing not to stop.
He couldn't look at her, couldn't bring himself to do it. But as she walked past him him inwardly winced, he didn't' want to call after her.
"Sara," she turned slowly, her knuckles turning white. "Umm I rang Brass." He still didn't meet her eyes.
"And?" she asked with as little emotion as he had chosen to portray.
"He says we may as well say here, they have most of the pressing objects in their hands, these can wait till tomorrow."
"Fine." She smiled sweetly, she was good at that, putting up a front, and she needed to be when he was around. She wondered if he knew how much he hurt her.
"I need a shower." He didn't know how she did it but those three innocent words that on any other occation could have made his heart melt, made him wrench inside, how could he hurt her! Why did he do it?
He looked up and like so many times before was too late, she was out of his sight, but he wouldn't let her be out of his life, he couldn't bear that. No he thought, he could bear it, he had this long, but he didn't think that he would ever smile again if she was not there to smile back
The words twisted violently in her head as the soapy mess upon her head tangled angrily with her fingers.
She wanted him gone, out of her mind! She didn't want anyone to have this much power over her!
The soap stung at her eyes but the tears that were disappearing with the water had started long ago, she wondered if she would ever be happy long enough to make happy memories, instead she was given glimpses, always being clouded over by the denial or cruelty that followed.
She stepped out of the shower in to the small room, towel pulled tightly around her body.
It wasn'tfancy, but it was only one night. She got dressed again, she wasn't about to go to sleep anytime soon, and she didn't have anything else anyway.
When she walked out into car park she was surprised to find him there.
She thought he would be in his room.
"Hi," he ventured not quite sure if this was going to be a fight or not.
"Hi." She replied sounding as if she was occupied with other things, but it wasn't confrontational just … sad.
He was leaning over the metal fence on the outside of the road, far enough away from the diner that barely any light outlined his hunched form.
She wasn't sure but she assumes he was looking at the stars, she joined him.
"If it were anyone else I'd name them." He said simply. "Point them out one by one."
"And why am I different?"
"Because when I'm around you I just don't know what to say, all the constellations? I forget their names, all I remember when I m around you is… Sara."
She didn't look at him and he didn't look at him, they just kept their gazes toward the heavens.
"That's why your dangerous to me."
She didn't speak… he wasn't done. It took a while but he continued.
"I don't mean to hurt you," he sighed, "I never mean to hurt you."
"What do you mean then Grissom?"
"Sara." It sounded like a statement.
"What?"
"When I'm around you all I can think about is you, the reasons I pull away the reasons I hurt you? I don't know them anymore, I can't name the stars for you Sara because when we are here alone, only the moon lighting your face, your beautiful face, you're beautiful you know…. When we are here? You're the only star I remember Sara."
She didn't have the words, she didn't have the sprit to fight, of caution herself, she just kissed him, it was all she could do and it almost surprised her when he kissed her back.
He kissed her gently and adoringly until he pulled away, that bit she was expecting.
He reached his hand up to her face and cradled it lovingly, looking into her eyes.
He kissed her this time, with none of his earlier resolve.
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: PG?... PG 13
Disclaimer: the only thing are own are my mistakes he he so no I do not own CSI or the characters I love to play with.
Note: Thanks Alicia
Diner Chapter Two
Just for a second neither of them moved, just for one moment the sound didn't penetrate that perfect moment, then it was gone and with all the intensity she had wanted to be in that kiss he pulled back, shooting his eyes away from her.
"Grissom?" his voice was as passive as if nothing had happened and his resolve was back to normal, she sighed.
(Insert nokia ring tone here.)
Sara jumped back in surprise and as Grissom shot a glare at her she reached with her trembling fingers to answer her phone.
"Sure, that's good." Was the last of his conversation she could evesdrop on before the tow truck companys words hit her.
"Oh" she was saying as he returned his phone to his pocket… he didn't know if he was happy or sad that the phone had rung… "That's crap!" …Sara was livid, he hoped he wouldn't get the brunt of that when he said what he knew he would have to say, when he said he was sorry… "Fine!" she said as she heatedly hung up the phone.
"What is it?" he asked, not meeting her gaze.
"Tow truck can't get here, they're going to come in the morning."
"Oh." He sounded deflated, wrung out.
She gave a nervous laugh.
"You don't have to sound so disappointed." She reached her hand out to his and he recoiled hastily. "What?" Sara askd, frustrated but trying to keep her voice soft.
"Sara I'm sorry," he sighed "I'm sorry but we can't-"
"I can't believe you sometimes!" Her hands flew in the air to emphasise her confusion and anger. She looked at him once more, giving him another chance, at his silence she took her cue and bolted from her seat.
"Sara wait." She turned back, hopefully but her stern expression fixed.
"That was Brass he needs these," he motioned to the case files still sitting in front of him, "I told him I would get these to him tonight but if the tow truck isn't coming…"
"Call him, tell him he'll get them tomorrow or call… call a cab…. I don't care!" she spat out as she turned and this time didn't stop as she briskly walked outside pleased to be greeted by the fresh night air.
She had never smoked not really but when she was younger fad had turned to habit and eventually habit had turned into addiction.
When ever she was stressed she turned back but she didn't smoke, 'smoking can kill' she read absently as she pulled the cigarette out of its tightly packed box.
Now as she lit it and the smell of burning tobacco calmed a never she hadn't know was raw she almost laughed. If she wasn't a smoker, she didn't love him. It slowly calmed her and made her throat burn just enough to make coughing inevitable, she smiled. She wished she could take a pill to push away her addiction to him. She hated this.
She tilted her head up and watched the smoke travel up to the stars, she always thought it was beautiful, the way the wisps of smoke twisted and twirled to freedom with the stars, would have been a moment if the coughing didn't start.
She violently flicked the butt to the ground and watched as the bright ember burnt out leaving only a shadow in her mind of the light that shone so brightly.
She hated smoking.
She could still feel his breath on her lips, his damb hypocritical breath, even if it was now marred by smoke. She needed a shower she didn't know why but she just didn't feel clean. The man behind the counter, had he mentioned rooms?
Yes she though so, with bathrooms, she needed a shower. She stomped back into the Diner looking past him and choosing not to stop.
He couldn't look at her, couldn't bring himself to do it. But as she walked past him him inwardly winced, he didn't' want to call after her.
"Sara," she turned slowly, her knuckles turning white. "Umm I rang Brass." He still didn't meet her eyes.
"And?" she asked with as little emotion as he had chosen to portray.
"He says we may as well say here, they have most of the pressing objects in their hands, these can wait till tomorrow."
"Fine." She smiled sweetly, she was good at that, putting up a front, and she needed to be when he was around. She wondered if he knew how much he hurt her.
"I need a shower." He didn't know how she did it but those three innocent words that on any other occation could have made his heart melt, made him wrench inside, how could he hurt her! Why did he do it?
He looked up and like so many times before was too late, she was out of his sight, but he wouldn't let her be out of his life, he couldn't bear that. No he thought, he could bear it, he had this long, but he didn't think that he would ever smile again if she was not there to smile back
The words twisted violently in her head as the soapy mess upon her head tangled angrily with her fingers.
She wanted him gone, out of her mind! She didn't want anyone to have this much power over her!
The soap stung at her eyes but the tears that were disappearing with the water had started long ago, she wondered if she would ever be happy long enough to make happy memories, instead she was given glimpses, always being clouded over by the denial or cruelty that followed.
She stepped out of the shower in to the small room, towel pulled tightly around her body.
It wasn'tfancy, but it was only one night. She got dressed again, she wasn't about to go to sleep anytime soon, and she didn't have anything else anyway.
When she walked out into car park she was surprised to find him there.
She thought he would be in his room.
"Hi," he ventured not quite sure if this was going to be a fight or not.
"Hi." She replied sounding as if she was occupied with other things, but it wasn't confrontational just … sad.
He was leaning over the metal fence on the outside of the road, far enough away from the diner that barely any light outlined his hunched form.
She wasn't sure but she assumes he was looking at the stars, she joined him.
"If it were anyone else I'd name them." He said simply. "Point them out one by one."
"And why am I different?"
"Because when I'm around you I just don't know what to say, all the constellations? I forget their names, all I remember when I m around you is… Sara."
She didn't look at him and he didn't look at him, they just kept their gazes toward the heavens.
"That's why your dangerous to me."
She didn't speak… he wasn't done. It took a while but he continued.
"I don't mean to hurt you," he sighed, "I never mean to hurt you."
"What do you mean then Grissom?"
"Sara." It sounded like a statement.
"What?"
"When I'm around you all I can think about is you, the reasons I pull away the reasons I hurt you? I don't know them anymore, I can't name the stars for you Sara because when we are here alone, only the moon lighting your face, your beautiful face, you're beautiful you know…. When we are here? You're the only star I remember Sara."
She didn't have the words, she didn't have the sprit to fight, of caution herself, she just kissed him, it was all she could do and it almost surprised her when he kissed her back.
He kissed her gently and adoringly until he pulled away, that bit she was expecting.
He reached his hand up to her face and cradled it lovingly, looking into her eyes.
He kissed her this time, with none of his earlier resolve.