To Help Me Get Through
By SandpiperGrl
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1, if you would like to know, go back to Chapter 1 and read it. I'm too lazy to type it again.
Side Note: This story is something I came up with using two different aspects of Sara's life. Her past (which we know nothing about) and her present drinking problem. I know she is drinking because of Grissom but I think there is more and so I wrote this. It's of my own making, I just hope you enjoy. Please don't flame me about Grissom being an a in this chapter. He will get better I promise. So please read and review. The first two chapters were written long before the season finale
Chapter 2
Waking up on the wrong side of Life.
Sara rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. It took her a few minutes to get used to the light that was coming from the window on the far wall. When she finally got her eyes fully opened, she looked from one side to the other. Bolting up to a sitting position, a little too fast for someone in her state of hangover, she lay back down slowly and closed her eyes as she waited for the room to stop spinning. When she thought it was safe, she opened her eyes again. This time she remained on her back and turned her head from side to side as she looked around the room. The pictures on the wall told her where she was; There was only one person she knew who had pictures of various types of bugs hanging on the walls. Her head was pounding so hard that thinking wasn't going to happen too much longer.
She tried to sit up again, but as soon as she did, the room started to spin again. Only this time instead of lying back down, she bent over the side of the bed and found the trash can. After empting her stomach, she laid back on her side. A few hours later she found herself waking up again, not quite remembering that she fell asleep to begin with. This time she was feeling a little better than the last time she awoke. She slowly sat up and looked at her surroundings. The room had a vague resemblance but she had never been in it before. She looked around at the very sparely furnished room. There was a dresser on the wall opposite the window, and the bed was on the back wall with the bathroom directly in front of it. She decided to try to get out of bed and walk but she couldn't stand without getting too dizzy. So she slowly exited the room and walked down a very small hallway where she suddenly stopped at the end and leaned against the wall, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the window, which was several feet away. She turned her head hoping to avoid the light and saw Grissom sitting at table, which was located next to the small kitchen.
"Well, good afternoon, would you like to sit down?" asked Grissom as he looked up from the papers in front of him, gesturing with his eyes to the chairs that sat around the small table.
"I would if I could"
"At least you made it out of bed" said Grissom looking back down at the table in front of him.
"One question.." asked Sara, trying to stay standing up.
"Yes?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Don't play coy with me, Gil Grissom, just answer the question."
"I would if I knew what you where asking !"
"Forget it" asserted an agitated Sara, who was almost hugging the wall by now with her eyes shielded from the intense brightness of the window.
After a tense moment of silence, Grissom gets up and goes over to Sara and stands in front of her. She opens one eye to look at his face, knowing that opening both of her eyes would be too much.
"What?"
"I thought you might need some help getting over to the table"
"Took you long enough" quipped Sara as Grissom wraps his arm around her waist, and places her arm over his head and lays it across his shoulders. She then put her head on his shoulder and leans into him as he helps her over to the table, where he helps her sit down.
"Would you like something to eat?"
"Would you if you felt like I do?" snaps Sara
"No, but I've never been in your state."
"Of course not !"
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing"
"Would you like some juice or coffee?" says Grissom, trying not to show that his patience was wearing thin.
"Got any vodka?"
"No"
"Fine, I'll take some water."
Without another word, Grissom went into the kitchen to get Sara her water. He then came back to the table and placed the bottle in front of her. He goes back into the kitchen and returned with a plate of toast a few seconds later.
"I said I didn't want to eat!" says Sara pushing the plate away from her, subsequently spilling the water all over the papers that were lying on the table.
Grissom sighed and proceeded to get a towel, which he then hands to Sara.
"You want me to clean it up?"
"You spilled it"
"You caused me to spill it"
"How's that?"
"You brought me food I told you I didn't want"
"And how old are we?" asked Grissom, trying to salvage the papers.
"This is crazy!"
"Is it?"
"Yes, if I was feeling better, I would be leaving"
"But your not, so clean up the water, and eat the toast"
"Yes, Daddy" said Sara sarcastically. She realized she was indeed acting like a child and she would regret it later.
Grissom looked at Sara before he returned to his work, which he had taken to the couch. Silence filled the next few minutes. Grissom then looked back at Sara, who was slowly eating the toast with her back turned to him.
"Where were you going?" asked Grissom out of no where. Sara looked at Grissom for a moment, and then turned back to staring at the wall.
"Sara?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"Does it matter?" asked Sara, turning back to look at Grissom.
"No, but it's my responsibility as your supervisor to ask"
"My supervisor, that's it" mumbles Sara as she turned back to stare at the wall.
"Did you say something?" asked Grissom as he walked up to stand beside her.
"No"
"Sara, are you going to tell me?"
Sara stared at the wall, not answering Grissom. He stood in the one spot for a few seconds, wondering if he should press this more. He decided to wait until later before pressing on with this line of questions, so he went back to his work.
The phone broke the silence that filled the home once again. Grissom got up and walked over to the phone, which sat on a desk.
"Grissom"
"Hey, what are you doing taking the rest of night off?" came Catherine's voice from the other end.
"I, uh, have to take care of some pressing business"
"Like what?"
"None of your business"
"Gil....."
"Catherine, I won't be in tonight, if you have any problems call me, but I know you won't. So, if you don't mind, my business needs some tending too"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Why is Sara on personal leave?"
"I can't tell you"
"Do you know for how long?"
"I can't tell you that either, Catherine, I need to go" and with that Grissom hung up, not waiting for a reply from her.
"So, what did Catherine want?" asked Sara
"Nothing"
"Right, since when does Catherine call for no reason?"
"She was being Catherine, but we aren't talking about Catherine."
"I thought we were"
"We aren't ;we need to finish our conversation"
"What conversation?"
"Sara, I want to know where you were going"
"We don't always get what we want" retorted Sara
"Fine, you might want a shower. There are clean towels in the bathroom and your clothes are in the spare room. While you take a shower, I'll make a bed for you in there. Do you need help, or can you handle it?" asked Grissom as he leaned in toward Sara.
"I can handle it" said Sara, not meeting his eyes. She very slowly got up and walked back to the small hall where she disappeared.
TBC.