Chapter 2
Sara pushed past her colleagues, her friends, people whom she had known for years. Everyone got clear out of her way, everyone seemed to have seen the little fight between her and Grissom. Everyone looked on from the sidelines though, what was going to happen now? Was she really quitting? 'No, she couldn't quit,' they thought, 'She's too good of a CSI, he won't let her. She's my friend, I won't let her.' That's what they were thinking, trying to convince themselves. But, as soon as Sara's slim body vanished behind the exit door, the ignorant people realized their darkest fear, She could leave whenever she wanted to, no one could stop her. The only person who could have turned her steps around was the reason she left. No, whatever she was going to do, no one could stop her.
Grissom was at a loss. He had no one to talk to, if he even considered talking. Everyone else was out working, that is everyone except Sara and him. 'That's why she got so mad, because I went on with the meeting before she came, let everyone go before she came. She thinks that no one cares about her, but everyone does care, everyone, and I care more then all of the others put together. She has it the other way around.' Grissom was taken back by his realizations. He was so stupid, of course, that was it! And here he was thinking that they'd share a nice day together on the beach...over a homicide. 'What to do, what to do.' Grissom could not make up his mind, what was there to do? What could he possibly do that might make things better? That might even restore their friendship, and even a little bit more?
He had decided to spend some time in the lab, trying to work out his problems. Let someone else worry about the homicide, at the moment he would not make a very good detective anyways. So, he let the assignment slip on the morning shift. For hours, he had sat at his desk, staring at the papers, the pens and pencils, the bugs, the leave of absence, but the answer was not written on any one of those items. The shift had barely started, and so he decided to do what he came in so early for in the first place: paperwork. But, that got him worried, 'Why was Sara in here so early? Was there a problem? Was her boyfriend abusing her? Shit, no, of course not, she would never let anyone treat her disrespectfully, not even her boss. She showed me that today.' and as he was wondering, he absently massaged his back, 'Anyways, that was Catherine, and she had the abuse problems years and years ago. Yes. So, why was Sara here? Paperwork, maybe, maybe not.' His mind wondered far and wide, and before he knew it, Grissom had to go and make sure that the other CSI's were not back and in need of help.
When Grissom had gotten back to his office, he began chuckling softly, remembering what happened just a few minutes ago. He had seen Nick and Catherine ganging up on Greg, because he had messed up on some evidence information. 'Poor Greg,' he thought, 'Messed up once and the others are on him like vultures.' Some funny things were said though, and he could not help laughing softly to himself, that is, until he remembered what happened earlier. 'OK, I'll just call her, maybe she has simmered down a bit...I hope.' Grissom, reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed the memorized number. It rang a while before Sara answered it: he hoped that she wasn't sleeping. As he heard the slurred speech he knew that he had awoken Sara. And by the end of the conversation, Grissom was desperate. He needed Catherine there to comfort and soothe his pains. Sara was leaving him forever, he would never work with her side by side again, never enjoy her full, contagious laughter, or hear the angelic singing voice. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he furious blinked them away. If only he had explained what he wanted to in the morning. 'I meant to apologize to her for a long time now, see if the dinner invitation was still open. See if I was not too late.' Grissom bitterly continued to battle with himself in his head, 'But she snapped at me! What was I supposed to do? I know what, I perfectly know what I should've done. I should've silenced her with a hot kiss...no, not that drastic maybe, but I should have silenced her and told her what was on my mind. Coward.' Grissom had a plan forming in the very back of his mind, and in a couple of hours it would be ready, perfectly ready, and would produce amazing results, or so he thought and hoped.
Sara pushed past her colleagues, her friends, people whom she had known for years. Everyone got clear out of her way, everyone seemed to have seen the little fight between her and Grissom. Everyone looked on from the sidelines though, what was going to happen now? Was she really quitting? 'No, she couldn't quit,' they thought, 'She's too good of a CSI, he won't let her. She's my friend, I won't let her.' That's what they were thinking, trying to convince themselves. But, as soon as Sara's slim body vanished behind the exit door, the ignorant people realized their darkest fear, She could leave whenever she wanted to, no one could stop her. The only person who could have turned her steps around was the reason she left. No, whatever she was going to do, no one could stop her.
Grissom was at a loss. He had no one to talk to, if he even considered talking. Everyone else was out working, that is everyone except Sara and him. 'That's why she got so mad, because I went on with the meeting before she came, let everyone go before she came. She thinks that no one cares about her, but everyone does care, everyone, and I care more then all of the others put together. She has it the other way around.' Grissom was taken back by his realizations. He was so stupid, of course, that was it! And here he was thinking that they'd share a nice day together on the beach...over a homicide. 'What to do, what to do.' Grissom could not make up his mind, what was there to do? What could he possibly do that might make things better? That might even restore their friendship, and even a little bit more?
He had decided to spend some time in the lab, trying to work out his problems. Let someone else worry about the homicide, at the moment he would not make a very good detective anyways. So, he let the assignment slip on the morning shift. For hours, he had sat at his desk, staring at the papers, the pens and pencils, the bugs, the leave of absence, but the answer was not written on any one of those items. The shift had barely started, and so he decided to do what he came in so early for in the first place: paperwork. But, that got him worried, 'Why was Sara in here so early? Was there a problem? Was her boyfriend abusing her? Shit, no, of course not, she would never let anyone treat her disrespectfully, not even her boss. She showed me that today.' and as he was wondering, he absently massaged his back, 'Anyways, that was Catherine, and she had the abuse problems years and years ago. Yes. So, why was Sara here? Paperwork, maybe, maybe not.' His mind wondered far and wide, and before he knew it, Grissom had to go and make sure that the other CSI's were not back and in need of help.
When Grissom had gotten back to his office, he began chuckling softly, remembering what happened just a few minutes ago. He had seen Nick and Catherine ganging up on Greg, because he had messed up on some evidence information. 'Poor Greg,' he thought, 'Messed up once and the others are on him like vultures.' Some funny things were said though, and he could not help laughing softly to himself, that is, until he remembered what happened earlier. 'OK, I'll just call her, maybe she has simmered down a bit...I hope.' Grissom, reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed the memorized number. It rang a while before Sara answered it: he hoped that she wasn't sleeping. As he heard the slurred speech he knew that he had awoken Sara. And by the end of the conversation, Grissom was desperate. He needed Catherine there to comfort and soothe his pains. Sara was leaving him forever, he would never work with her side by side again, never enjoy her full, contagious laughter, or hear the angelic singing voice. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he furious blinked them away. If only he had explained what he wanted to in the morning. 'I meant to apologize to her for a long time now, see if the dinner invitation was still open. See if I was not too late.' Grissom bitterly continued to battle with himself in his head, 'But she snapped at me! What was I supposed to do? I know what, I perfectly know what I should've done. I should've silenced her with a hot kiss...no, not that drastic maybe, but I should have silenced her and told her what was on my mind. Coward.' Grissom had a plan forming in the very back of his mind, and in a couple of hours it would be ready, perfectly ready, and would produce amazing results, or so he thought and hoped.