The Agony of a Stalker Chapter Ten:
Before I get started, here is a hopefully brief author's note.
I'm so sorry that it has taken this long for this story to be updated, but, like I said before, I've been having computer problems and also, school has been kicking my ass. But I am taking the time to update a few things for you guys, hope you enjoy them.
I started a new story, Stay Home, and posted it on here a few months ago. It actually did really well, considering that I never even saw it appear under the CSI section of this site. I worked really hard on that story; I worked on it for a few weeks and I was really proud with the results. So if you haven't read it, please do and the tell me what you think.
A rhythmic clicking noise echoed ominously throughout the room as Sara tapped a pen methodically on the desk. Here she was, sitting in the guest bedroom of Grissom's house. Correction, make that Grissom and CATHERINE'S house. Although she hated more than almost anything to admit it, Sara could tell that her initial feelings about the pair were false. She could tell just by the way they stared into each other's eyes that they were going to last; this wasn't just a fling that had gotten way out of hand. It kind of hurt her in a way- now, that is a lie, it really pissed the hell out of her- that Catherine wasn't her replacement, that Grissom hadn't even needed to replace her. Sara could just walk out of his life and, in about four years, be completely erased from his memory.
She couldn't blame him though. Sara was the one who decided to leave, Grissom had just been the final straw. It wasn't his fault that he happened to find his soul mate in the time Sara was gone. Soul mate- Sara mentally slapped herself for using those two words. She had come to realize that there was no such thing as a "soul mate", just two people who had problems and issues that were similar enough for the two to click and tolerate each other for years to come. She guessed Grissom just hadn't heard their click.
They were waiting for her downstairs. Catherine spent all afternoon in the kitchen preparing the feast for her guests. Even now, sitting as far away from the kitchen as possible, Sara could smell the aromas leaking in from the kitchen, causing her stomach to voice its emptiness.
Sara knew she couldn't take watching them sitting and eating dinner as a family, she had a feeling that if she did, she would start crying in the middle of dessert. She had accepted the two as a pair, but, even so, no one could take seeing someone they previously had feelings for with someone who wasn't themselves without feeling one of the deepest depressions of their lives. Plus, Sara had a feeling having a breakdown in the middle of dinner was not the best way to prove to Grissom that she was over him. She couldn't spend the duration of her visit here, she needed somewhere else to stay.
After two rings he picked up. "Nick, it's Sara. I was wondering if Lisa and I could stay the night. You only have one room? Oh, alright I'll tell Lisa that. Warrick? Sure, I'll call him. Alright, thanks Nick. Sure, we will. Bye."
She hung up and yelled for Lisa. Lisa's footsteps echoed through the long corridor as she made her way to Sara's room and stuck her head in the door.
"You wanted something?"
"We aren't going to stay here after all, so pack up your stuff. Nick said you could crash at his place." Sara stopped, puzzled at the small smile that appeared on Lisa's face at the mention of his name.
"But where will you stay?"
"I found a place, don't worry. I'm going to call a cab, so let Grissom and Catherine know that we're leaving, alright?"
Minutes later the duo threw their bags into the back of the canary yellow cab. Rain came crashing out from the sky in amounts that were sure to equal a flash flood as the two hopped into the cab. The pungent odor of cheep beer and old vomit wafted over them, coating them in the stench. Sara didn't realize how much she missed Vegas cabs until that moment; there is nothing more comforting than the smell of an old Vegas taxi. The ten minute ride went by in complete silence. Before Sara knew it, they had reached Nick's.
Nick was waiting on his front step when the taxi reached his house. He popped the trunk and pulled out Lisa's bag, threw some money at the driver, and sprinted alongside Lisa to the front stairwell of his apartment. The driver looked at Sara impatiently. She stared at him in oblivion for a few moments before finally realizing what he was after.
"109 Serenity Street." She blurted out the address without even thinking.
Nick and Greg lived only a few minutes apart. The cab driver sped through suburbia within what seemed like seconds and found its way to the slightly busier street that Greg's apartment was located on. She unlatched the door and stepped out into the rain, getting her bag and slowly making her way up the stairs to his front door. The gold number four had fallen off of the 314 that used to decorate his door, it had been duct taped back into place. She stood outside his door, realizing how cliche she looked, arriving, without calling and soaked in rain- like a scene in every movie John Cusak ever made. She knocked twice on his door and waited. When no one answered, she knocked again. Finally, the door opened to the disheveled form of Greg, dressed in sweatpants and a faded Metallica t-shirt. He beckoned her inside.
"Were you sleeping?" Sara asked, as feelings of guilt overtook her.
Greg protesting "No" was interrupted with a yawn. He looked down towards the suitcase she was carrying.
"The spare bedroom's the last door on the left."
In this darkness
Troubled water
Lies a flicker
Of hopes fire
Come to your senses
Wager a risk
I won't let go
Waiting for this
It's wonderful
Reality
I watch as
This golden bird flies free
In this Ashvault
A rose garden
These walls never
See me just to
Save me
Save me
AN again: The song in this chapter is Safe by Kittie. Something is wrong with the formatting, please bare with me.
Before I get started, here is a hopefully brief author's note.
I'm so sorry that it has taken this long for this story to be updated, but, like I said before, I've been having computer problems and also, school has been kicking my ass. But I am taking the time to update a few things for you guys, hope you enjoy them.
I started a new story, Stay Home, and posted it on here a few months ago. It actually did really well, considering that I never even saw it appear under the CSI section of this site. I worked really hard on that story; I worked on it for a few weeks and I was really proud with the results. So if you haven't read it, please do and the tell me what you think.
A rhythmic clicking noise echoed ominously throughout the room as Sara tapped a pen methodically on the desk. Here she was, sitting in the guest bedroom of Grissom's house. Correction, make that Grissom and CATHERINE'S house. Although she hated more than almost anything to admit it, Sara could tell that her initial feelings about the pair were false. She could tell just by the way they stared into each other's eyes that they were going to last; this wasn't just a fling that had gotten way out of hand. It kind of hurt her in a way- now, that is a lie, it really pissed the hell out of her- that Catherine wasn't her replacement, that Grissom hadn't even needed to replace her. Sara could just walk out of his life and, in about four years, be completely erased from his memory.
She couldn't blame him though. Sara was the one who decided to leave, Grissom had just been the final straw. It wasn't his fault that he happened to find his soul mate in the time Sara was gone. Soul mate- Sara mentally slapped herself for using those two words. She had come to realize that there was no such thing as a "soul mate", just two people who had problems and issues that were similar enough for the two to click and tolerate each other for years to come. She guessed Grissom just hadn't heard their click.
They were waiting for her downstairs. Catherine spent all afternoon in the kitchen preparing the feast for her guests. Even now, sitting as far away from the kitchen as possible, Sara could smell the aromas leaking in from the kitchen, causing her stomach to voice its emptiness.
Sara knew she couldn't take watching them sitting and eating dinner as a family, she had a feeling that if she did, she would start crying in the middle of dessert. She had accepted the two as a pair, but, even so, no one could take seeing someone they previously had feelings for with someone who wasn't themselves without feeling one of the deepest depressions of their lives. Plus, Sara had a feeling having a breakdown in the middle of dinner was not the best way to prove to Grissom that she was over him. She couldn't spend the duration of her visit here, she needed somewhere else to stay.
After two rings he picked up. "Nick, it's Sara. I was wondering if Lisa and I could stay the night. You only have one room? Oh, alright I'll tell Lisa that. Warrick? Sure, I'll call him. Alright, thanks Nick. Sure, we will. Bye."
She hung up and yelled for Lisa. Lisa's footsteps echoed through the long corridor as she made her way to Sara's room and stuck her head in the door.
"You wanted something?"
"We aren't going to stay here after all, so pack up your stuff. Nick said you could crash at his place." Sara stopped, puzzled at the small smile that appeared on Lisa's face at the mention of his name.
"But where will you stay?"
"I found a place, don't worry. I'm going to call a cab, so let Grissom and Catherine know that we're leaving, alright?"
Minutes later the duo threw their bags into the back of the canary yellow cab. Rain came crashing out from the sky in amounts that were sure to equal a flash flood as the two hopped into the cab. The pungent odor of cheep beer and old vomit wafted over them, coating them in the stench. Sara didn't realize how much she missed Vegas cabs until that moment; there is nothing more comforting than the smell of an old Vegas taxi. The ten minute ride went by in complete silence. Before Sara knew it, they had reached Nick's.
Nick was waiting on his front step when the taxi reached his house. He popped the trunk and pulled out Lisa's bag, threw some money at the driver, and sprinted alongside Lisa to the front stairwell of his apartment. The driver looked at Sara impatiently. She stared at him in oblivion for a few moments before finally realizing what he was after.
"109 Serenity Street." She blurted out the address without even thinking.
Nick and Greg lived only a few minutes apart. The cab driver sped through suburbia within what seemed like seconds and found its way to the slightly busier street that Greg's apartment was located on. She unlatched the door and stepped out into the rain, getting her bag and slowly making her way up the stairs to his front door. The gold number four had fallen off of the 314 that used to decorate his door, it had been duct taped back into place. She stood outside his door, realizing how cliche she looked, arriving, without calling and soaked in rain- like a scene in every movie John Cusak ever made. She knocked twice on his door and waited. When no one answered, she knocked again. Finally, the door opened to the disheveled form of Greg, dressed in sweatpants and a faded Metallica t-shirt. He beckoned her inside.
"Were you sleeping?" Sara asked, as feelings of guilt overtook her.
Greg protesting "No" was interrupted with a yawn. He looked down towards the suitcase she was carrying.
"The spare bedroom's the last door on the left."
In this darkness
Troubled water
Lies a flicker
Of hopes fire
Come to your senses
Wager a risk
I won't let go
Waiting for this
It's wonderful
Reality
I watch as
This golden bird flies free
In this Ashvault
A rose garden
These walls never
See me just to
Save me
Save me
AN again: The song in this chapter is Safe by Kittie. Something is wrong with the formatting, please bare with me.