Sara slammed her car door, and ran up the walk to her apartment.
Shoving the keys into the lock, she turned them and barged into the room, ripping her scarf off, throwing it across the room, and jerking her jacket off, throwing it at the couch.
At once it all came crashing down on her and she couldn't fight off the burning tears in her eyes as she slid down the door to the floor.
Hanging her head between her knees to fight off her nervous nausea, she cursed under her breath.
I knew it..I knew he'd do this again, why did I open myself up again, thinking that all of a sudden things would change. I'm a really stupid person. Never again, he's gonna have to fight tooth and nail if he wants me to be nice to him again. I'm sick of his shit.
Just then the phone rang. Sara hadn't the strength or want to pull herself up to answer it, and lay there, debating on whether or not it would be Grissom, or someone else, and if they'd leave a message.
"Yes, no, and no."
Finally the machine picked up and when it beeped she heard his gravelly voice come on.
Sara laughed aloud bitterly.
"Sara. I'm…I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier. I just, I'm having some difficulty right now, with, myself and…and you. I'm…please call me, whenever you get this message, we really need to talk. Bye."
"Yeah…yer gonna have to try a lot harder than that bastard." Sara muttered, pulling herself up from the floor and walking over to the machine, reaching to delete the message, she saw that there was another message waiting for her as well.
She pressed the rewind button and slumped down on the couch, waiting for it to play.
"Hi Sara, wanted to call and let you know that the house is completely ready and if you want to, you could start moving in as soon as tomorrow. Just…I'll be here till 8, so if you can call me before then and let me know, I'd be grateful. Talk to you soon."
Sara ran her hand over her face and leaned her head back on the back of the couch.
"Do I really want to do this now…or wait till Friday? Oh hell…why not."
Sara picked up the phone and dialed the number, which she had memorized days ago.
After three rings someone picked up and directed her to Anna's office.
"Anna Hilt"
"Hi, Anna, it's Sara Si…Grissom." Sara cringed..bastard
"Oh, Hi Sara…I left you a message earlier, what do ya think, you want to move in early or keep as planned?"
"Yeah…I thought, I'd start moving stuff in tomorrow if that's okay."
"Perfect, just drop by the office first and I'll have your house keys, garage door openers, and mail key waiting for you."
"Okay, great! I'm getting excited I'll be by as soon as the office is open."
"Great, see ya tomorrow. Buh-Bye."
"Bye."
Sara set the phone down, got up and cringed, as she shook herself out. "Way too damn perky for me."
Sara entered the kitchen and found herself jumping in excited ness.
"I'm moving into my house tomorrow!" She said, loudly, with a bit of shriek in her voice.
"Oh my gosh, I haven't done a voice like that in forever."
Sara felt this weirdness coming over her as she stood in her kitchen, thinking about what she was going to do the first night in her new home.
She laughed as she felt this teenager giddiness coming over her.
She walked over to the couch and plopped down. She picked up the remote and turned the TV on. She smiled, finding it on MTV and waited through the commercials.
She smiled as the theme music to the Ashlee Simpson show came on.
"Baby…just…ask..Meeee" She sang along at the end.
Sitting back, getting into the mood of watching the show she lost track of what was going on.
This could work for me. Stop thinking so damn much about him. He told you himself, find a distraction. Screw him…he's being an ass right now; let him wallow in it for a while. I'm tired of kissing his ass all the damn time. I don't have to please him, I do my damn job and I do it well…that promo….oh damn. Now you're getting a little too crazy. Just shut up and watch the show.
An hour later, Sara looked up at the clock.
It was nearing ten, and she new if she wanted to get an early start, she best head off to bed.
She looked around the room.
"Couch, TV, entertainment center, side tables, lamps."
She looked to the kitchen, "Coffee pot."
"So…everything is packed up, just need to get furniture covered up and then load into the truck….Oh damn! I need to rent a trunk."
Sara stood up and went into the kitchen and grabbed the phone book. Setting it down on the counter she walked through the doorway, but stopped when she remembered that it was ten.
"Oh well…I'll go back and forth bringing boxes and then I'll get a truck when they open and move furniture."
Just then the phone rang and Sara walked over to it. She stood a moment, hesitating, then picked it up.
"Sidle."
"Sara. Hi, it's Nick."
"Nick, hey! How are things?"
"Great, hey listen, I found out from Grissom that you were moving."
Sara sighed softly and smiled, "Yeah…uh. I'm getting booted out of my apartment complex so I though, what the hell…why not a house?"
"Yeah that's awesome, well anyways, I got two weeks off starting tomorrow and Gris told me you are gonna start moving in Friday, I thought maybe I'd lend a hand."
"Oh, that's really nice Nicky, uh…well, here's how it's going now. I got a call a few hours ago from Anna and she told me that I could start moving in tomorrow."
"Oh really, well…still, I'd still like to come help, if you want."
Sara smiled. "Well, yeah. Okay. That'd be great, um…"
"How early do you want to start?"
That brought a grin to her face. "Bout, six am."
"Six am, I'll be to the apartment five to that.
"Great, thanks so much Nick you don't know how much I appreciate it."
"Yeah. No problem. Hey uh, Sara…did you talk to Grissom earlier?"
Sara cringed, Guess Grissom went to work and treated everyone rudely, partly my fault dammit."
"Yeah, uh…I didn't get very far."
"Mmhmm. I'm sorry Sara, for Cath sending you out on him."
"Nah, it's okay Nicky, I needed to talk to him anyways."
"Yeah. Does he know you're moving tomorrow…is he coming to help?"
"No. He doesn't know…and, I'm not…just don't tell him Nick…he'll find out when he really wants to, so just keep it quiet. I mean…it's okay to tell everyone else, Cath, Warrick, Greg…but…yeah."
" I understand Sara, and again, I'm sorry for…what's happening. See you tomorrow."
"Thanks, see ya Nick."
Sara hung the phone up and looked down the hall to her bedroom.
"Tomorrow is gonna be such a long day."
As she walked down the hall, she felt a small smile pull at the corner of her lips.
Shoving the keys into the lock, she turned them and barged into the room, ripping her scarf off, throwing it across the room, and jerking her jacket off, throwing it at the couch.
At once it all came crashing down on her and she couldn't fight off the burning tears in her eyes as she slid down the door to the floor.
Hanging her head between her knees to fight off her nervous nausea, she cursed under her breath.
I knew it..I knew he'd do this again, why did I open myself up again, thinking that all of a sudden things would change. I'm a really stupid person. Never again, he's gonna have to fight tooth and nail if he wants me to be nice to him again. I'm sick of his shit.
Just then the phone rang. Sara hadn't the strength or want to pull herself up to answer it, and lay there, debating on whether or not it would be Grissom, or someone else, and if they'd leave a message.
"Yes, no, and no."
Finally the machine picked up and when it beeped she heard his gravelly voice come on.
Sara laughed aloud bitterly.
"Sara. I'm…I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier. I just, I'm having some difficulty right now, with, myself and…and you. I'm…please call me, whenever you get this message, we really need to talk. Bye."
"Yeah…yer gonna have to try a lot harder than that bastard." Sara muttered, pulling herself up from the floor and walking over to the machine, reaching to delete the message, she saw that there was another message waiting for her as well.
She pressed the rewind button and slumped down on the couch, waiting for it to play.
"Hi Sara, wanted to call and let you know that the house is completely ready and if you want to, you could start moving in as soon as tomorrow. Just…I'll be here till 8, so if you can call me before then and let me know, I'd be grateful. Talk to you soon."
Sara ran her hand over her face and leaned her head back on the back of the couch.
"Do I really want to do this now…or wait till Friday? Oh hell…why not."
Sara picked up the phone and dialed the number, which she had memorized days ago.
After three rings someone picked up and directed her to Anna's office.
"Anna Hilt"
"Hi, Anna, it's Sara Si…Grissom." Sara cringed..bastard
"Oh, Hi Sara…I left you a message earlier, what do ya think, you want to move in early or keep as planned?"
"Yeah…I thought, I'd start moving stuff in tomorrow if that's okay."
"Perfect, just drop by the office first and I'll have your house keys, garage door openers, and mail key waiting for you."
"Okay, great! I'm getting excited I'll be by as soon as the office is open."
"Great, see ya tomorrow. Buh-Bye."
"Bye."
Sara set the phone down, got up and cringed, as she shook herself out. "Way too damn perky for me."
Sara entered the kitchen and found herself jumping in excited ness.
"I'm moving into my house tomorrow!" She said, loudly, with a bit of shriek in her voice.
"Oh my gosh, I haven't done a voice like that in forever."
Sara felt this weirdness coming over her as she stood in her kitchen, thinking about what she was going to do the first night in her new home.
She laughed as she felt this teenager giddiness coming over her.
She walked over to the couch and plopped down. She picked up the remote and turned the TV on. She smiled, finding it on MTV and waited through the commercials.
She smiled as the theme music to the Ashlee Simpson show came on.
"Baby…just…ask..Meeee" She sang along at the end.
Sitting back, getting into the mood of watching the show she lost track of what was going on.
This could work for me. Stop thinking so damn much about him. He told you himself, find a distraction. Screw him…he's being an ass right now; let him wallow in it for a while. I'm tired of kissing his ass all the damn time. I don't have to please him, I do my damn job and I do it well…that promo….oh damn. Now you're getting a little too crazy. Just shut up and watch the show.
An hour later, Sara looked up at the clock.
It was nearing ten, and she new if she wanted to get an early start, she best head off to bed.
She looked around the room.
"Couch, TV, entertainment center, side tables, lamps."
She looked to the kitchen, "Coffee pot."
"So…everything is packed up, just need to get furniture covered up and then load into the truck….Oh damn! I need to rent a trunk."
Sara stood up and went into the kitchen and grabbed the phone book. Setting it down on the counter she walked through the doorway, but stopped when she remembered that it was ten.
"Oh well…I'll go back and forth bringing boxes and then I'll get a truck when they open and move furniture."
Just then the phone rang and Sara walked over to it. She stood a moment, hesitating, then picked it up.
"Sidle."
"Sara. Hi, it's Nick."
"Nick, hey! How are things?"
"Great, hey listen, I found out from Grissom that you were moving."
Sara sighed softly and smiled, "Yeah…uh. I'm getting booted out of my apartment complex so I though, what the hell…why not a house?"
"Yeah that's awesome, well anyways, I got two weeks off starting tomorrow and Gris told me you are gonna start moving in Friday, I thought maybe I'd lend a hand."
"Oh, that's really nice Nicky, uh…well, here's how it's going now. I got a call a few hours ago from Anna and she told me that I could start moving in tomorrow."
"Oh really, well…still, I'd still like to come help, if you want."
Sara smiled. "Well, yeah. Okay. That'd be great, um…"
"How early do you want to start?"
That brought a grin to her face. "Bout, six am."
"Six am, I'll be to the apartment five to that.
"Great, thanks so much Nick you don't know how much I appreciate it."
"Yeah. No problem. Hey uh, Sara…did you talk to Grissom earlier?"
Sara cringed, Guess Grissom went to work and treated everyone rudely, partly my fault dammit."
"Yeah, uh…I didn't get very far."
"Mmhmm. I'm sorry Sara, for Cath sending you out on him."
"Nah, it's okay Nicky, I needed to talk to him anyways."
"Yeah. Does he know you're moving tomorrow…is he coming to help?"
"No. He doesn't know…and, I'm not…just don't tell him Nick…he'll find out when he really wants to, so just keep it quiet. I mean…it's okay to tell everyone else, Cath, Warrick, Greg…but…yeah."
" I understand Sara, and again, I'm sorry for…what's happening. See you tomorrow."
"Thanks, see ya Nick."
Sara hung the phone up and looked down the hall to her bedroom.
"Tomorrow is gonna be such a long day."
As she walked down the hall, she felt a small smile pull at the corner of her lips.