After what was by far the longest double shift he ever worked, Greg was
finally heading home. He shoved his lab coat in his locker and switched it
for an old denim jacket. As he passed Grissom's office on the way to the
exit, he heard Sara in that office and it sounded as if she had been
crying. "Just give me a chance!" she yelled in a voice so emotional that
Greg could feel her pain. Not wanting to get caught eavesdropping on their
conversation, even though he wanted to go in there and help her, he kept
walking, tearing himself from that room. He made it out the building and
was in his car before he realized that he really had no place to go. He
could have headed home, but to do what? Sit at home and think about her all
night, while pretending to get some sleep? Greg had a feeling that wouldn't
be the best therapy for him right now. So he decided to head to the nearest
bar, drink as much vodka as he could hold, and puke all his problems away.
It was a perfect plan. And if he was lucky, he could meet a girl at this
bar who was too drunk to care who he was and thoroughly forget about Sara.
Murphy's bar, his bar of choice, was a fairly large and very crowded bar smack in downtown Vegas. Greg took a seat by himself at the end of the counter. A basketball game was on the large TV in the corner of the bar, the Suns were playing the Mavericks, who happened to be his favorite team. Nick converted him to the Dallas team two years ago. Now, when a Mavericks game aired on TV, he usually went to Warrick's or Nick's to watch it. But not tonight. Tonight he was too busy drowning in his own misery to care about spending time with the guys. He was downing his seventh shot when he looked across the bar to see her. There she was, sitting at a table by herself, smoking a cigarette and sipping a White Russian. He could tell by the look in her eye that she was ten times worse off than he was. Feeling his eyes on her, Sara looked up and smiled at him. Apparently, she was too drunk to remember that she was mad at him. So Greg walked over and pulled up a seat at her table.
"Hey. Greg, ya know, I'm not doing so good."
"Really?" He tried hard not to laugh, despite all his pain. Sara drunk was a hilarious sight. "What's wrong?"
"Guy trouble, you know how it is. I hate Grissom. He's so full of himself. And ya know what?" Without waiting for Greg to answer, she continued. "Grissom is old" She cackled with delight. " Greg, he is so."
"Old?"
"Exactly! You know Greg? You and I have always been like this. You get me, you know?" Boy did he. "Hey Greg, its so late. I need to be heading home. I" she stood up and pointed to herself just to clarify who "I" was. "I have to work tomorrow" With that she attempted to walk towards the exit but ended up on the floor. Greg pulled her up off of the sticky floor of the bar. He couldn't let her drive home like this, so he called a cab to take them both home. He gave the taxi driver his address and was going to give him Sara's when he realized he didn't know it. He turned to ask Sara for it but she was already passed out, her head on his shoulder. He studied Sara's sleeping form during the ride home. God, she was gorgeous when she was asleep.
Greg carried Sara all the way up to his apartment and was laying her on his couch when she finally woke up. She smiled up at Greg, who was using everything in his power to administer some self-control and failing miserably. His last ounce of it shattered when she leaned up from her position on the couch and kissed him. Greg tried repeating to himself over and over that he had given up on Sara, that the only reason she was doing this was because she was pissed at Grissom and too drunk to care, but before he knew it, he was trying to unbuckle her bra with one hand and open the door to his bedroom with the other, knowing that he was shattering any chance he ever had with her. He was betraying everything he stood for.
I waited for you I died inside my own head And I'd die again For you
I'm faded and tired Completely uninspired And I'd die again For you
So kill me with the love That you won't give to me And pack the wound with salt I want to feel it bleed
I'm searching for reasons To keep away the demons And I'd die again for you
I wish you were near me Could feel it when you hear me say I'd die again For you
So kill me with the love that you won't give to me And pack the wound with salt I want to feel it bleed
You wanted me to crawl
And now I'm on my knees
Why's it always have to be me That's always left out to burn I'll never learn -For You, Smile Empty Soul
Author's note: Thank you all for the amazing reviews! ERIC, his real name is Eric. God, that was so retarded, it's not even a hard name to remember! I definitely won't forget it now.
I really want to thank you guys for all the support. You can't imagine how hard that first chapter was to write. They say write what you know, right? Anyway, this chapter was a little less angst-y and probably completely out of character, but I needed a break from the depression. The next chapter will be full of emotion and angst and tears so don't worry. Please review and tell me how you feel about this story, because I know I need to write it and some feedback would be appreciated. Thanks again.
Murphy's bar, his bar of choice, was a fairly large and very crowded bar smack in downtown Vegas. Greg took a seat by himself at the end of the counter. A basketball game was on the large TV in the corner of the bar, the Suns were playing the Mavericks, who happened to be his favorite team. Nick converted him to the Dallas team two years ago. Now, when a Mavericks game aired on TV, he usually went to Warrick's or Nick's to watch it. But not tonight. Tonight he was too busy drowning in his own misery to care about spending time with the guys. He was downing his seventh shot when he looked across the bar to see her. There she was, sitting at a table by herself, smoking a cigarette and sipping a White Russian. He could tell by the look in her eye that she was ten times worse off than he was. Feeling his eyes on her, Sara looked up and smiled at him. Apparently, she was too drunk to remember that she was mad at him. So Greg walked over and pulled up a seat at her table.
"Hey. Greg, ya know, I'm not doing so good."
"Really?" He tried hard not to laugh, despite all his pain. Sara drunk was a hilarious sight. "What's wrong?"
"Guy trouble, you know how it is. I hate Grissom. He's so full of himself. And ya know what?" Without waiting for Greg to answer, she continued. "Grissom is old" She cackled with delight. " Greg, he is so."
"Old?"
"Exactly! You know Greg? You and I have always been like this. You get me, you know?" Boy did he. "Hey Greg, its so late. I need to be heading home. I" she stood up and pointed to herself just to clarify who "I" was. "I have to work tomorrow" With that she attempted to walk towards the exit but ended up on the floor. Greg pulled her up off of the sticky floor of the bar. He couldn't let her drive home like this, so he called a cab to take them both home. He gave the taxi driver his address and was going to give him Sara's when he realized he didn't know it. He turned to ask Sara for it but she was already passed out, her head on his shoulder. He studied Sara's sleeping form during the ride home. God, she was gorgeous when she was asleep.
Greg carried Sara all the way up to his apartment and was laying her on his couch when she finally woke up. She smiled up at Greg, who was using everything in his power to administer some self-control and failing miserably. His last ounce of it shattered when she leaned up from her position on the couch and kissed him. Greg tried repeating to himself over and over that he had given up on Sara, that the only reason she was doing this was because she was pissed at Grissom and too drunk to care, but before he knew it, he was trying to unbuckle her bra with one hand and open the door to his bedroom with the other, knowing that he was shattering any chance he ever had with her. He was betraying everything he stood for.
I waited for you I died inside my own head And I'd die again For you
I'm faded and tired Completely uninspired And I'd die again For you
So kill me with the love That you won't give to me And pack the wound with salt I want to feel it bleed
I'm searching for reasons To keep away the demons And I'd die again for you
I wish you were near me Could feel it when you hear me say I'd die again For you
So kill me with the love that you won't give to me And pack the wound with salt I want to feel it bleed
You wanted me to crawl
And now I'm on my knees
Why's it always have to be me That's always left out to burn I'll never learn -For You, Smile Empty Soul
Author's note: Thank you all for the amazing reviews! ERIC, his real name is Eric. God, that was so retarded, it's not even a hard name to remember! I definitely won't forget it now.
I really want to thank you guys for all the support. You can't imagine how hard that first chapter was to write. They say write what you know, right? Anyway, this chapter was a little less angst-y and probably completely out of character, but I needed a break from the depression. The next chapter will be full of emotion and angst and tears so don't worry. Please review and tell me how you feel about this story, because I know I need to write it and some feedback would be appreciated. Thanks again.