Chapter 3
'Who did he think he was? How could he touch me like that? I'm so glad that I pushed him, I hope it hurt...' Sara was in her car, speeding to her house. She had already been stopped by a policemen, but she just flashed her ID and said it was an emergency. 'Grissom would have a cow if he knew what I just did.' And at that moment she wished he did know, it's not like he could fire her or anything. And good thing that she resigned before he could fire her for pushing the boss. But, besides all of these 'comforting' thoughts, there came the deep angry regrets. 'Why did I say that to him? I was so mean, I started this whole mess. Maybe he wanted to apologize for the last few months, maybe, well, maybe he was going to... Agh, who am I kidding? That jerk would never apologize to me, never in a million years.' And suddenly, hot tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks. They rolled off her smooth skin, and began dripping from the chin onto her jeans. This made Sara even more mad. Why was she crying? She shouldn't cry, not over the man she loves, no, no, she should NOT cry. But, it couldn't be helped, the tears just kept on coming, as if on purpose, blurring her vision. Thankfully, she was already at her apartment complex, no fear of crashing.
She quickly cut off the ignition and stumbled out of the car. As fast as possible, she walked up to her door, fumbled with the keys, and was finally inside. She immediately plopped down on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. 'No, don't start crying again. No, STOP IT! Stop it, no man is worth crying over, not even him.' Whatever she did, whatever she said, she could not contain herself. Finally, she gave up and let the tears come. Slowly at first, then gaining speed, tears of regret, pain, and hurt came, and finally she was loudly sobbing into her hands. 'How could he? How could he? Sure, she was being unreasonable, but, it was his fault too. It was his fault. It was... he was the one who had led me on and then denied me, he was the one that pushed me away.' thoughts ran like bullets through her head. Maybe she shouldn't have come to Las Vegas, maybe she should have never attended that seminar, maybe she should've never asked him to dinner. Sara got up from the couch and stumbled into her room. There, she found pajamas, and blindly getting into them, she crawled under the covers of her bed. There, her mind rested a little bit and she let the sobs rock her to sleep.
The sound of the telephone woke Sara up. Her head pounded and her eyes would not open up voluntarily. She blindly reached for the phone and before reading the caller ID answered it, "Sara speaking," her voice was groggy yet cheery at the same time. Her mind was at rest, already, she knew what she had to do, she regretted nothing. "Sara?" her eyes shot open, it was him, why would he be calling? "Yes, Grissom?" she squeaked into the phone, her mind was reeling a hundred miles an hour. "Sara, I just called to make sure you were ok," her anger started building up, and she felt her eyes water. 'Am I ok? Am I ok? Was that the only reason he called?' She decided not to let him anger her again, "Yes, I'm fine Grissom, never better," half of it was true, she did feel good, not THE best, but good nonetheless. "Um, I'm sorry about earlier Sara, I didn't mean to get you all upset. I hope you weren't serious about leaving." the anger was still rising, but at the moment she was able to control it. "You know what Grissom? You should be sorry, you have done some awful things to me and the lab. But, I'm sorry too, I acted too fast without thinking properly. And to answer your question, I am serious about leaving. I need to leave before I do some serious harm to you or myself." Wow, Sara was proud of herself. She said all of this without even raising her voice, "Sara, you can't really mean that. You don't mean that, do you? You can't leave the lab," the anger was still rising higher and higher, almost reaching the breaking point. Now, in an unsure, stern, voice she replied, "You just don't get it do you? Yes, the lab does need me and I need the lab. That does not mean I will remain there till you rid me of my personality. Another plant will not help Grissom, it did once, but never again. I'll come by a little later to drop off my badge and ID." With those final words, she slapped the receiver down. 'Leave it up to Grissom to ruin my good mood." she thought. With the conversation over, Sara decided to take a hot bath to help her relax once more, and then she could put her plan into action.
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.
'Who did he think he was? How could he touch me like that? I'm so glad that I pushed him, I hope it hurt...' Sara was in her car, speeding to her house. She had already been stopped by a policemen, but she just flashed her ID and said it was an emergency. 'Grissom would have a cow if he knew what I just did.' And at that moment she wished he did know, it's not like he could fire her or anything. And good thing that she resigned before he could fire her for pushing the boss. But, besides all of these 'comforting' thoughts, there came the deep angry regrets. 'Why did I say that to him? I was so mean, I started this whole mess. Maybe he wanted to apologize for the last few months, maybe, well, maybe he was going to... Agh, who am I kidding? That jerk would never apologize to me, never in a million years.' And suddenly, hot tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks. They rolled off her smooth skin, and began dripping from the chin onto her jeans. This made Sara even more mad. Why was she crying? She shouldn't cry, not over the man she loves, no, no, she should NOT cry. But, it couldn't be helped, the tears just kept on coming, as if on purpose, blurring her vision. Thankfully, she was already at her apartment complex, no fear of crashing.
She quickly cut off the ignition and stumbled out of the car. As fast as possible, she walked up to her door, fumbled with the keys, and was finally inside. She immediately plopped down on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. 'No, don't start crying again. No, STOP IT! Stop it, no man is worth crying over, not even him.' Whatever she did, whatever she said, she could not contain herself. Finally, she gave up and let the tears come. Slowly at first, then gaining speed, tears of regret, pain, and hurt came, and finally she was loudly sobbing into her hands. 'How could he? How could he? Sure, she was being unreasonable, but, it was his fault too. It was his fault. It was... he was the one who had led me on and then denied me, he was the one that pushed me away.' thoughts ran like bullets through her head. Maybe she shouldn't have come to Las Vegas, maybe she should have never attended that seminar, maybe she should've never asked him to dinner. Sara got up from the couch and stumbled into her room. There, she found pajamas, and blindly getting into them, she crawled under the covers of her bed. There, her mind rested a little bit and she let the sobs rock her to sleep.
The sound of the telephone woke Sara up. Her head pounded and her eyes would not open up voluntarily. She blindly reached for the phone and before reading the caller ID answered it, "Sara speaking," her voice was groggy yet cheery at the same time. Her mind was at rest, already, she knew what she had to do, she regretted nothing. "Sara?" her eyes shot open, it was him, why would he be calling? "Yes, Grissom?" she squeaked into the phone, her mind was reeling a hundred miles an hour. "Sara, I just called to make sure you were ok," her anger started building up, and she felt her eyes water. 'Am I ok? Am I ok? Was that the only reason he called?' She decided not to let him anger her again, "Yes, I'm fine Grissom, never better," half of it was true, she did feel good, not THE best, but good nonetheless. "Um, I'm sorry about earlier Sara, I didn't mean to get you all upset. I hope you weren't serious about leaving." the anger was still rising, but at the moment she was able to control it. "You know what Grissom? You should be sorry, you have done some awful things to me and the lab. But, I'm sorry too, I acted too fast without thinking properly. And to answer your question, I am serious about leaving. I need to leave before I do some serious harm to you or myself." Wow, Sara was proud of herself. She said all of this without even raising her voice, "Sara, you can't really mean that. You don't mean that, do you? You can't leave the lab," the anger was still rising higher and higher, almost reaching the breaking point. Now, in an unsure, stern, voice she replied, "You just don't get it do you? Yes, the lab does need me and I need the lab. That does not mean I will remain there till you rid me of my personality. Another plant will not help Grissom, it did once, but never again. I'll come by a little later to drop off my badge and ID." With those final words, she slapped the receiver down. 'Leave it up to Grissom to ruin my good mood." she thought. With the conversation over, Sara decided to take a hot bath to help her relax once more, and then she could put her plan into action.
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.