Okay…..first I want to say that, I totally agree with whomever said that the whole fight between Grissom and Sara seemed forced. But….the other night I realized that I was turning this fic into something I totally didn't want it to be. I know excuses are crap, but I must say that I am betting the night I wrote that chapter where Grissom seemed like a complete wacko, was the night my dad let me finish the last of the bottle of wine…so..theres my reasons for the 'crap', and I promise from now on…when I write..there will be no drinking. I'm sorry to have…forced this…but…I am gonna try my best to redeem myself, and hopefully we'll all be able to forget that I ever screwed up.
Hope to make the rest of this story, perfect as ever. Thanks for reading, and for your reviews. You don't know how much receiving them means to me, and how they help me go on with the story. Thanks!
Okay….more to add now…even though we've all fallen into the dark ages…I hope to keep my spirits up enough to finish this…as much as it hurts…I'll keep going…enjoy
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"Dammit!" Sara yelled as she turned over and looked at the clock.
She'd gone to bed three hours ago, and still hadn't had one minute of sleep.
With 6am being only four hours away, she knew that tomorrow she'd be in the most irritable mood ever.
Throwing the covers off, she padded into the bathroom and splashed cool water on her face.
Turning out the door she headed down the hall to the kitchen for a glass of hot milk, hoping it'd make her sleepy.
Just…go to sleep, and call him in the morning. You shouldn't be losing sleep over him. This makes you look like some immature teenage girl, acting like this. Now drink the damn milk and fall asleep
After having her little pep talk and drinking her milk, she walked down the hall, and smiled after she covered her mouth from a yawn.
Falling into bed she hugged a pillow close as she drifted off.
Writing 'Kitchen' on one of the cardboard boxes in large black pen, she dialed the number to Uhaul and waited for somene to pick up.
After telling them that she needed a large truck, she hung up and looked over at the round wall clock, above her door.
Yawning as she stood and threw the pen into a small box by the kitchen entry, she picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip, wondering where the hell Nick was.
Gathering plates from the cupboard and wrapping them in newspaper she set to work, hoping by the time the first box was done, that he'd arrive.
Just then her cell rang, she picked it up from the counter and brought it to her ear.
"Sidle"
"Sara, hey!"
"Hey Nick, whats up…you're about 20 minutes late."
"Yeah…sorry, um….I have to tell you something right now."
Okay….whats happened now?
"Tell me Nick."
After a few moments Nick sighed and said, "I'm not the only one coming to help."
Sara brought the phone from her ear a second, looked at it funny, then brought it back.
"Okay Nick, who exactly is coming then?"
"Grissom is."
Sara sucked in air, when she heard his rough, angry voice on the other end.
Shit!
"Oh….uh…hi Grissom."
Aparently, Nick had gotten the phone back and quietly said, "We'll be there in 5 minutes Sara."
"Nick….why..did you tell him?"
"I didn't….uh…look…I'll talk to you in a few okay?"
Sara sighed, feeling something nasty forming in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah…okay..bye."
Sara hung up and walked into the living room, and fell down on the couch.
She was going to call him once they'd gotten a few things moved to the house…she just…was too tired at the moment and felt like putting it off…besides…it wasn't like she owed him an apology.
Just then the doorbell rang.
God, help me
She sighed and stood up, walking slowly to the door.
She unlocked it, and slowly pulled the door open.
Grissom stood leaning against the frame, while Nick stood right behind him, hands in his pockets, looking down.
Sara brought herself to smile and said cheerily…a little too cheerily for her liking, "Hey."
"Hi." Grissom said quietly. Nick muttered something, which Sara guessed was a Hi.
She opened the door a little more and let them in.
Nick immediately asked her if any boxes needed to be moved to the living room from her bedroom and bathroom. Sara smiled and said, "Yeah…two in the bathroom, and I think four in the bedroom."
"Okay."
Sara walked into the kitchen as Grissom stood near the door. Still looking around, acting as if he'd never been here before.
Sara couldn't stand the silence any longer and quietly said, "Whats up Grissom?"
Grissom looked over at her for a moment, and Sara held his gaze until he looked away.
"Sara…why didn't you call me? Why didn't you tell me you were moving today?"
Sara took a swig of her coffee, and shook her head slightly.
Looking back up at him, as he came over to the kitchen island she bit her lip and said, "Why do you think Grissom? I mean…I thought things were going okay, and then, you start acting like some…some jokey retarded teenager, and then when I try to come talk to you, and see if you're okay, if something's wrong…you ask me why I'm there and why I won't just leave you alone. If you ask me, that gives me a reason to be pissed at you."
Grissom swallowed and looked up at her.
Sara smiled and said, "And don't just say my name and stop there….saying my name doesn't do anything and it never has. You said, you wanted to be my friend, that you wanted to be honest with me. Well…do what you told me you were going to do, because I'm tired of you doing this to me all the time."
She waited a few more moments, and when he still didn't say anything, she scoffed and started to leave the room.
As she reached the opening of the kitchen, he stepped towards her and grabbed her elbow.
"Don't walk away. I may not be able to tell you everything in less than ten seconds, if you'd stop walking away, and give me a minute, maybe you'd get your answers."
Sara froze, feeling a burning heat through her thin cotton shirt.
Looking up at him, he slowly released his grip and looked down the hall, then back at her.
"Nick!"
Nick called back from the bedroom, simply yelling, "What!"
Grissom smirked and said, "Sara and I are going for a short walk, think you can manage?"
"Yeah..man, of course…..take yer time."
Sara rolled her eyes, and turned away from him, looking towards the door.
"Come on Sara, we need to talk." Grissom said queitly, taking her elbow lightly and leading her towards the door.
Sara sighed and once they were outside and slowly walking on the sidewalk she kept her mouth shut, letting him collect his thoughts.
After a few minutes they reached the park and walked around the field, until Grissom led her over to a park bench and motioned for her to sit down.
He remained standing, and before she could say anything he started speaking…
"Sara, I need to apologize to you for my behavior this week. It was uncalled for, rude, annoying, and sickening."
Sara blinked, but brought her eyes up to his face. She smiled, seeing him looking down, hands in his pockets deep in thought again.
After a few moments he started speaking again.
"I don't know what came over me. I guess…I don't know. There is no way to explain my childishness last week and I hope I didn't totally put you off. I thought I could handle this…but it seems I can't. And I think its because I'm trying to handle it on my own.
I don't ask you what bothers you, I don't think of what could hurt or offend you. I told you that I wanted to be your friend, and a friend knows these things. I don't…so I think we need to talk more. Again…I need to be completely honest with you…and I will try my hardest. Will you please forgive me and let me show how sorry I am by helping you move into your new home?"
Sara smirked, licking her dry lips and quickly stood and pulled Grissom into a friendly hug.
At first he was tense, which she knew he would be already, but after a moment or two she could feel his arms tighten around her a little.
As they pulled away they both smiled lightly and said started to head back down the walk, Grissom falling in right beside her.
"The jokes were a bit much, but…I was still glad to have you around." Sara said queitly, and truthfully.
"And it's great to be around you. I was getting so damn tired of walking on my tip toes around you."
Sara turned to face him and they both stopped.
"Tip toes around me? Of all people to be careful, it had to be me. You were likely to bite my head off at the slightest thing. You did even..and may I say I had thoughts of murder in my head, your lucky I got that little pep talk from Nicky…though after that I felt like killing him too."
Grissom stood staring at her trying to think of something to say.
Sara's eyes darkened from excitement and humor to embarassment and fearfulness.
She started to turn to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
"I'm glad you told me that…and..I apologize for that one too."
Sara smiled and said, "Before this turns into 'stop and go' I think we need to get back to my aparment…I have moving to do."
Grissom smiled and let go of her hand, again, they fell into step with eachother.
Hope to make the rest of this story, perfect as ever. Thanks for reading, and for your reviews. You don't know how much receiving them means to me, and how they help me go on with the story. Thanks!
Okay….more to add now…even though we've all fallen into the dark ages…I hope to keep my spirits up enough to finish this…as much as it hurts…I'll keep going…enjoy
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"Dammit!" Sara yelled as she turned over and looked at the clock.
She'd gone to bed three hours ago, and still hadn't had one minute of sleep.
With 6am being only four hours away, she knew that tomorrow she'd be in the most irritable mood ever.
Throwing the covers off, she padded into the bathroom and splashed cool water on her face.
Turning out the door she headed down the hall to the kitchen for a glass of hot milk, hoping it'd make her sleepy.
Just…go to sleep, and call him in the morning. You shouldn't be losing sleep over him. This makes you look like some immature teenage girl, acting like this. Now drink the damn milk and fall asleep
After having her little pep talk and drinking her milk, she walked down the hall, and smiled after she covered her mouth from a yawn.
Falling into bed she hugged a pillow close as she drifted off.
Writing 'Kitchen' on one of the cardboard boxes in large black pen, she dialed the number to Uhaul and waited for somene to pick up.
After telling them that she needed a large truck, she hung up and looked over at the round wall clock, above her door.
Yawning as she stood and threw the pen into a small box by the kitchen entry, she picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip, wondering where the hell Nick was.
Gathering plates from the cupboard and wrapping them in newspaper she set to work, hoping by the time the first box was done, that he'd arrive.
Just then her cell rang, she picked it up from the counter and brought it to her ear.
"Sidle"
"Sara, hey!"
"Hey Nick, whats up…you're about 20 minutes late."
"Yeah…sorry, um….I have to tell you something right now."
Okay….whats happened now?
"Tell me Nick."
After a few moments Nick sighed and said, "I'm not the only one coming to help."
Sara brought the phone from her ear a second, looked at it funny, then brought it back.
"Okay Nick, who exactly is coming then?"
"Grissom is."
Sara sucked in air, when she heard his rough, angry voice on the other end.
Shit!
"Oh….uh…hi Grissom."
Aparently, Nick had gotten the phone back and quietly said, "We'll be there in 5 minutes Sara."
"Nick….why..did you tell him?"
"I didn't….uh…look…I'll talk to you in a few okay?"
Sara sighed, feeling something nasty forming in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah…okay..bye."
Sara hung up and walked into the living room, and fell down on the couch.
She was going to call him once they'd gotten a few things moved to the house…she just…was too tired at the moment and felt like putting it off…besides…it wasn't like she owed him an apology.
Just then the doorbell rang.
God, help me
She sighed and stood up, walking slowly to the door.
She unlocked it, and slowly pulled the door open.
Grissom stood leaning against the frame, while Nick stood right behind him, hands in his pockets, looking down.
Sara brought herself to smile and said cheerily…a little too cheerily for her liking, "Hey."
"Hi." Grissom said quietly. Nick muttered something, which Sara guessed was a Hi.
She opened the door a little more and let them in.
Nick immediately asked her if any boxes needed to be moved to the living room from her bedroom and bathroom. Sara smiled and said, "Yeah…two in the bathroom, and I think four in the bedroom."
"Okay."
Sara walked into the kitchen as Grissom stood near the door. Still looking around, acting as if he'd never been here before.
Sara couldn't stand the silence any longer and quietly said, "Whats up Grissom?"
Grissom looked over at her for a moment, and Sara held his gaze until he looked away.
"Sara…why didn't you call me? Why didn't you tell me you were moving today?"
Sara took a swig of her coffee, and shook her head slightly.
Looking back up at him, as he came over to the kitchen island she bit her lip and said, "Why do you think Grissom? I mean…I thought things were going okay, and then, you start acting like some…some jokey retarded teenager, and then when I try to come talk to you, and see if you're okay, if something's wrong…you ask me why I'm there and why I won't just leave you alone. If you ask me, that gives me a reason to be pissed at you."
Grissom swallowed and looked up at her.
Sara smiled and said, "And don't just say my name and stop there….saying my name doesn't do anything and it never has. You said, you wanted to be my friend, that you wanted to be honest with me. Well…do what you told me you were going to do, because I'm tired of you doing this to me all the time."
She waited a few more moments, and when he still didn't say anything, she scoffed and started to leave the room.
As she reached the opening of the kitchen, he stepped towards her and grabbed her elbow.
"Don't walk away. I may not be able to tell you everything in less than ten seconds, if you'd stop walking away, and give me a minute, maybe you'd get your answers."
Sara froze, feeling a burning heat through her thin cotton shirt.
Looking up at him, he slowly released his grip and looked down the hall, then back at her.
"Nick!"
Nick called back from the bedroom, simply yelling, "What!"
Grissom smirked and said, "Sara and I are going for a short walk, think you can manage?"
"Yeah..man, of course…..take yer time."
Sara rolled her eyes, and turned away from him, looking towards the door.
"Come on Sara, we need to talk." Grissom said queitly, taking her elbow lightly and leading her towards the door.
Sara sighed and once they were outside and slowly walking on the sidewalk she kept her mouth shut, letting him collect his thoughts.
After a few minutes they reached the park and walked around the field, until Grissom led her over to a park bench and motioned for her to sit down.
He remained standing, and before she could say anything he started speaking…
"Sara, I need to apologize to you for my behavior this week. It was uncalled for, rude, annoying, and sickening."
Sara blinked, but brought her eyes up to his face. She smiled, seeing him looking down, hands in his pockets deep in thought again.
After a few moments he started speaking again.
"I don't know what came over me. I guess…I don't know. There is no way to explain my childishness last week and I hope I didn't totally put you off. I thought I could handle this…but it seems I can't. And I think its because I'm trying to handle it on my own.
I don't ask you what bothers you, I don't think of what could hurt or offend you. I told you that I wanted to be your friend, and a friend knows these things. I don't…so I think we need to talk more. Again…I need to be completely honest with you…and I will try my hardest. Will you please forgive me and let me show how sorry I am by helping you move into your new home?"
Sara smirked, licking her dry lips and quickly stood and pulled Grissom into a friendly hug.
At first he was tense, which she knew he would be already, but after a moment or two she could feel his arms tighten around her a little.
As they pulled away they both smiled lightly and said started to head back down the walk, Grissom falling in right beside her.
"The jokes were a bit much, but…I was still glad to have you around." Sara said queitly, and truthfully.
"And it's great to be around you. I was getting so damn tired of walking on my tip toes around you."
Sara turned to face him and they both stopped.
"Tip toes around me? Of all people to be careful, it had to be me. You were likely to bite my head off at the slightest thing. You did even..and may I say I had thoughts of murder in my head, your lucky I got that little pep talk from Nicky…though after that I felt like killing him too."
Grissom stood staring at her trying to think of something to say.
Sara's eyes darkened from excitement and humor to embarassment and fearfulness.
She started to turn to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
"I'm glad you told me that…and..I apologize for that one too."
Sara smiled and said, "Before this turns into 'stop and go' I think we need to get back to my aparment…I have moving to do."
Grissom smiled and let go of her hand, again, they fell into step with eachother.