"Can life get any more dull?" Sara sighed to herself as she flipped through channels.
At 10am on a Thursday morning, there wasn't much on. She decided she'd go back to channel 58, and watch some show called, "Newlyweds".
So far it'd been quite entertaining, in a stupid, yet funny way. But at times her thoughts took her attention away.
It'd been four days since Sara had felt Grissom grip her hand. At the time she couldn't look at him, she was beyond embarrassed. But all that was over, and now she had a long, 5-week vacation lying ahead of her.
"Joy…and this is only day two."
Grissom had called, day before yesterday, to see how she was doing, and remind her again that she needed the rest from work and to enjoy herself.
She'd rolled her eyes at least 20 times during that 10-minute conversation.
In the end, he told her that if she needed to talk or anything else, that she had his cell number…and his home number.
She'd been quite shocked at his even saying she could talk to him, and about fell off the couch when he extended his offer to talk to his home.
After they hung up she got up in a daze, fixed herself a small lunch and tried to eat. The rest of the day had been spent wondering if she was really ready, or even wanted to talk to him about what had been going on with her lately.
Though, if she decided yes, he'd probably regret offering, because about half….okay…seventy five percent of her problems had to do with him. Personal and professional.
Sara stopped on the channel and tried to watch and not lot her thoughts take over her mind again.
As she lay there watching TV, she drifted off to sleep, only to be rudely awaked an hour later by the shrilling sound of her phone ringing. As she got up off the couch, she didn't even need to guess who it was.
"Sidle"
"Sara…Hi..having a good vacation?"
"About as good as the last time I talked to you…I've been reduced to watching MTV for entertainment."
Grissom laughed lightly. "Well….you have your car now…why don't you go somewhere, or take a flight somewhere?"
Sara rolled her eyes. "Grissom…again…I don't go anywhere. And besides…there's nowhere I really want to go, and my parents is the last place I want to show up right now. There'd be too many questions and I feel I couldn't deal with all that."
The line remained silent and Sara sighed.
"I'm just gonna stay here. I guess I'll….clean some things up here…paint."
"Yeah…that would take up a lot of your time I'd think."
"Yeah. So…um…any rumors circulating yet?"
"No one knows."
"No one?"
"Well…I do."
Sara smirked.
"Okay….I have to get back to work…the dreaded paper work on my desk is screaming my name."
Sara smiled. "Yeah…it always is."
"Have a good day Sara."
"Yeah….you too. Bye."
"Bye."
Sara hung up the phone and smiled. It seemed too nice. Too easy…that they'd be back to civil and very kind conversations.
More than anything it seemed Grissom was trying very hard to be nice and friendly. More than she wanted to, but his happy demeanor seemed to rub off on her, just like so many other things about him had.
Sara picked up the remote, turned off the TV and stood up.
Heading to the bathroom she pulled a pair of jeans and a dark blue v-neck shirt out of the closet.
She emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later. Fully dressed, face washed, and a tiny bit of make-up applied.
She picked up her purse and took her car keys off the hook and walked out the door.
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Sara bit her lip, as she looked at the color watches in her hand.
She held an apple red color in her hand and decided that her room needed an overhaul.
She decided that she'd have the red darkened a bit more. She picked up a white swatch and headed over to the paint center.
She gave the swatches to the man behind the counter, told him what she wanted, and told him she'd be back in ten, that she wanted to check out a few more things.
After giving him her name, she headed off in the of the draperies dept.
Finding a silky white fabric she liked, she picked up a couple bags of them, already having the measurements and looked at the different rods and end hangings.
After finding a cart, getting her paint and walking around for another hour, she had a basket full of things, and was more than ready to head home.
She smiled at the young woman tending the cash register, and handed over three fifty dollar bills, receiving ten something back.
After putting her bags in her car, she put the cart in its place and got in the car and headed home.
She immediately changed into a pair of shorts and a button up shirt and started to clear out her room.
"Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch for a few days."
She went on with her work and in less than an hour and a half, was laying out plastic to keep paint from getting on the floor.
Opening the can of dark red paint she stared at it a moment. The color looked wonderful in the can, but like anything else, once it was on her walls, dry, it could look horrid…, as she'd dealt with before when she was a teenager.
"It sucks." She told her father as she stood back staring at the wall.
It was meant to be pink….but it turned out looking like…Pepto Bismol.
"Well…I paid all the money for the paint, you made the choice, you get to deal with it."
After that she grudgingly finished painting the room and then spent the next 5 years of her teenage life living with it. She was more than happy to return to white walls when she moved into her dorm at college.
Dipping a long stick into the paint she mixed it a bit. Then took the stick out, set it on the side of the can and dipped a large paintbrush into it.
Wiping some of the excess off, she took her first level swipe.
Half an hour later, ¼ of the wall was painted, and from the looks of things, she'd gotten this paint color correct.
For the next 5 hours, she listened to music as she painted.
Finally she tired out, and smiled to herself at all the work she'd gotten done.
"Only a little bit more to go."
She headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, dropping her clothes to the floor she got in and moaned at how wonderful the hot water felt on her body.
Her muscles were tired and she was achy from having sat with her legs crossed, during her painting near the floor.
After another 20 minutes, she reluctantly got out, got into her pajamas and grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and fell on the couch.
TV was the last thing she wanted to look at right now. Her eyes hurt, and she knew her body wanted sleep.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.
At 10am on a Thursday morning, there wasn't much on. She decided she'd go back to channel 58, and watch some show called, "Newlyweds".
So far it'd been quite entertaining, in a stupid, yet funny way. But at times her thoughts took her attention away.
It'd been four days since Sara had felt Grissom grip her hand. At the time she couldn't look at him, she was beyond embarrassed. But all that was over, and now she had a long, 5-week vacation lying ahead of her.
"Joy…and this is only day two."
Grissom had called, day before yesterday, to see how she was doing, and remind her again that she needed the rest from work and to enjoy herself.
She'd rolled her eyes at least 20 times during that 10-minute conversation.
In the end, he told her that if she needed to talk or anything else, that she had his cell number…and his home number.
She'd been quite shocked at his even saying she could talk to him, and about fell off the couch when he extended his offer to talk to his home.
After they hung up she got up in a daze, fixed herself a small lunch and tried to eat. The rest of the day had been spent wondering if she was really ready, or even wanted to talk to him about what had been going on with her lately.
Though, if she decided yes, he'd probably regret offering, because about half….okay…seventy five percent of her problems had to do with him. Personal and professional.
Sara stopped on the channel and tried to watch and not lot her thoughts take over her mind again.
As she lay there watching TV, she drifted off to sleep, only to be rudely awaked an hour later by the shrilling sound of her phone ringing. As she got up off the couch, she didn't even need to guess who it was.
"Sidle"
"Sara…Hi..having a good vacation?"
"About as good as the last time I talked to you…I've been reduced to watching MTV for entertainment."
Grissom laughed lightly. "Well….you have your car now…why don't you go somewhere, or take a flight somewhere?"
Sara rolled her eyes. "Grissom…again…I don't go anywhere. And besides…there's nowhere I really want to go, and my parents is the last place I want to show up right now. There'd be too many questions and I feel I couldn't deal with all that."
The line remained silent and Sara sighed.
"I'm just gonna stay here. I guess I'll….clean some things up here…paint."
"Yeah…that would take up a lot of your time I'd think."
"Yeah. So…um…any rumors circulating yet?"
"No one knows."
"No one?"
"Well…I do."
Sara smirked.
"Okay….I have to get back to work…the dreaded paper work on my desk is screaming my name."
Sara smiled. "Yeah…it always is."
"Have a good day Sara."
"Yeah….you too. Bye."
"Bye."
Sara hung up the phone and smiled. It seemed too nice. Too easy…that they'd be back to civil and very kind conversations.
More than anything it seemed Grissom was trying very hard to be nice and friendly. More than she wanted to, but his happy demeanor seemed to rub off on her, just like so many other things about him had.
Sara picked up the remote, turned off the TV and stood up.
Heading to the bathroom she pulled a pair of jeans and a dark blue v-neck shirt out of the closet.
She emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later. Fully dressed, face washed, and a tiny bit of make-up applied.
She picked up her purse and took her car keys off the hook and walked out the door.
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Sara bit her lip, as she looked at the color watches in her hand.
She held an apple red color in her hand and decided that her room needed an overhaul.
She decided that she'd have the red darkened a bit more. She picked up a white swatch and headed over to the paint center.
She gave the swatches to the man behind the counter, told him what she wanted, and told him she'd be back in ten, that she wanted to check out a few more things.
After giving him her name, she headed off in the of the draperies dept.
Finding a silky white fabric she liked, she picked up a couple bags of them, already having the measurements and looked at the different rods and end hangings.
After finding a cart, getting her paint and walking around for another hour, she had a basket full of things, and was more than ready to head home.
She smiled at the young woman tending the cash register, and handed over three fifty dollar bills, receiving ten something back.
After putting her bags in her car, she put the cart in its place and got in the car and headed home.
She immediately changed into a pair of shorts and a button up shirt and started to clear out her room.
"Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch for a few days."
She went on with her work and in less than an hour and a half, was laying out plastic to keep paint from getting on the floor.
Opening the can of dark red paint she stared at it a moment. The color looked wonderful in the can, but like anything else, once it was on her walls, dry, it could look horrid…, as she'd dealt with before when she was a teenager.
"It sucks." She told her father as she stood back staring at the wall.
It was meant to be pink….but it turned out looking like…Pepto Bismol.
"Well…I paid all the money for the paint, you made the choice, you get to deal with it."
After that she grudgingly finished painting the room and then spent the next 5 years of her teenage life living with it. She was more than happy to return to white walls when she moved into her dorm at college.
Dipping a long stick into the paint she mixed it a bit. Then took the stick out, set it on the side of the can and dipped a large paintbrush into it.
Wiping some of the excess off, she took her first level swipe.
Half an hour later, ¼ of the wall was painted, and from the looks of things, she'd gotten this paint color correct.
For the next 5 hours, she listened to music as she painted.
Finally she tired out, and smiled to herself at all the work she'd gotten done.
"Only a little bit more to go."
She headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, dropping her clothes to the floor she got in and moaned at how wonderful the hot water felt on her body.
Her muscles were tired and she was achy from having sat with her legs crossed, during her painting near the floor.
After another 20 minutes, she reluctantly got out, got into her pajamas and grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and fell on the couch.
TV was the last thing she wanted to look at right now. Her eyes hurt, and she knew her body wanted sleep.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.