Chapter 4
Grissom speedily left work that morning, he had an errand to run. He stopped by the flower store and got a bouquet of the most beautiful and fragrant flowers. Then, Grissom headed to that familiar complex, where he had often driven early in the mornings to discuss hard cases. He knew the road well, and let his mind wonder with thought. 'Is this the right thing to do? O course it is...no doubt about it." Yes, he had to do it, he was going to speak to Sara, finally. Really tell her how he felt. His Tahoe slowly pulled up to the curb. He was there. Grissom got out and having set his mind up walked towards the door.
Sara was enjoying a hot, bubble bath when she heard the doorbell. 'Damn,' she though. Sara gingerly stepped out of the tub, and wrapped a big towel around herself. As she stepped out of the bathroom, her exposed flesh began gathering goose bumps. 'Why is it so freaking cold in here? And that better be important,' She got to the door and opened it half way, hiding most of her slim body behind the door, Sara's mouth fell open. "Grissom, what are you doing here?" Grissom didn't know anymore, he forgot. The flowers swaying in his hand were forgotten too. "Umm, come on in," Sara wrapped the towel more tightly around her and opened up the door for Grissom to walk through. As he stepped over the threshold, Grissom finally remembered the flora in his hands. "Here you go, Sara. These are for you," his voice was velvety soft and full of feeling. "Oh, thanks Grissom." Sara carefully took the wrapped bundle and went to the kitchen to find a vase. "Please sit down, make yourself comfortable, we need to talk." She finally found a beautiful vase to match the flowers, filled it with water and placed it in the middle of her kitchen table. "I'm glad you like them," Grissom caught Sara looking absent-mindedly at the flowers for a few moments. "Yea, um, I'm gonna go change, ok? I'll be right back, then we can talk."
Grissom quickly scanned Sara's home, nothing much changed since the last time he was there: almost a year ago. He spotted the black, leather couch and sat down. He sat there, stiff and rigid awaiting Sara's return. 'Oh my goodness, she just came out of the shower.' an uncomfortable crimson shade crept into Grissom's face and would not get lost. Sara on the other hand was quickly running to and fro in her bedroom. 'What to wear? What to wear? Appealing, not sexy, so we can talk? What to wear?!?' Sara was in a bit of a predicament, she had nothing to wear, nothing whatsoever. Finally, she decided on some pants and a comfortable shirt. She quickly dried herself, selected the appropriate undergarments, and put on the clothes. She slowly came out of her bedroom, dreading and looking forward to what was about to happen at the same time.
Grissom felt her presence in the room before his eyes sought her. He felt her radiant glow, and finally saw her. She was absolutely beautiful. The skin shining from the bath, her hair semi dry curling around her face, she was absolutely radiant. "Sara, I'm really sorry about today. I don't know what got into me, I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." Sara saw the urgency in his eyes, he wanted to make things right, but she couldn't give in that easy after what he had done to her. "Grissom, I'm leaving, I need to leave. I can't work with you anymore, you hurt me too much, and you keep on doing it every day. I don't know what else to say to you." Sara's mind reeled, what was going to happen now? Whatever happened, though, she could not loose her temper, could not let him see her angry, could not give him that satisfaction. She carefully made her way through the furniture, and went to stand by the balcony which was overlooking the city. "Sara, you can't leave, I won't let you. I'm very sorry that I have been hurting you, I really am. If I could, I would take back everything that happened, everything." Grissom was not getting a reaction, her back was facing him and her expression was lost. "Grissom, no, I can't do this anymore. I've been running after you like a damn school girl with a crush for way too long. I get it, you don't like me, I'll deal, just not in the present environment. I gave you plenty of opportunities and I though you'd use them, apparently you're not interested." Grissom opened his mouth to speak up but she just went on, "Don't say it Grissom, whatever you do, don't say it. I already know that you don't love me, don't like me, don't care for me. Like I said, I'll deal, but you can't push me away like that anymore, don't you see? I'm sorry, if I'm making you uncomfortable, if these last three years were uncomfortable for you, I apologize. But, I can't make myself think otherwise, I can't stop my feelings for you." There, she had finally said it, and her anger level was low, actually too low. She was getting sad, finally having said this, it finally sank in. 'He doesn't love me.' She finally turned away from the city below and faced him. Grissom immediately detected the small sheen of unshed tears in her brown eyes. "Sara, you just don't get it do you? Having a relationship in the lab would be hard, complicated, embarrassing. Our reputations are at stake." Sara's blood began to boil, "NO, Grissom, you're the one who doesn't get it. What, you don't think that going to work everyday and being avoided by you isn't hard? You don't think that the life I lead is complicated? You don't think it's embarrassing that the whole damn lab knows about you turning me down?" She advanced towards him a little as she spoke, ready to fight. "Sara, I know, I do know all of that, and I'm sorry if I caused it, I really am, but come on!!! I'm just pointing out the facts in this whole mess so we can solve this as soon as possible..." Sara immediately cut him off, evident that Grissom had more to say, " How can you say this Grissom? What, my life is just another one of your damned cases? There are facts yes, but you can't just analyze them and figure out the solution. It's my life and I will not have you analyzing every little detail of it under a microscope." A fire burned in her eyes now, those eyes burned at Grissom's soul. "Well, what do you want me to do Sara? Just jump into bed with you, hoping that everything would be ok afterwards?" Uh oh, wrong thing to say at the moment, an Grissom immediately realized it, "Jump into bed with me? What, do you think I'm some slut now?!? How could you say that to me Grissom? I know that you don't think I'm a real person, but unfortunately I do have feelings too. No wonder you haven't got a girlfriend!" Sara was extremely close to Grissom now, he hastily rose, afraid to be looked down upon by Sara, "What are you gonna do now? Beat me up? Come on Sara, we're not kids." Sara reached down to the coffee table and picked up her ID card. It had a nice picture on it, it was taken right after she got to Las Vegas and she had been happy then. Truly happy, " No, we're not kids, but one of us sure is acting like that. What, you come all the way to my house just do insult me? 'Oh, let's see if we can make Sara feel bad today, let's see if we can make fun of her.' huh? Well, you know what? I'm done, finished! I don't need you to insult me, got it? Here take this stupid card and get me off your employee list. Why don't you go and get Lady Heather to fill in the position so you can live happily ever after, huh? Now, get out Grissom." She had shoved the ID card into his stomach and opened up the door, "Get out." Grissom pocketed the ID with lightning movement but was not about to give up, he couldn't loose the women he loved, not now, not ever. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the arms in a steel grip. Sara's anger immediately disappeared and a look of fright took its place. She looked like a deer caught in the headlight of a car, there was fear in her eyes. "Sara, listen to yourself, who do you sound like? You're not even making any sense. Just listen to me." Sara's fury was evident but it did not appear on her face, it was masked by the look of fear. "Gris, take your hands off of me, now." She was getting hysterical, "Grissom, leave me alone! Leave me alone, do you hear me? Leave me alone, and don't ever, ever touch me again! Let me go!!!" She furiously struggled with her opponent until Grissom finally loosened his grip and her hand streaked up to meet his face. A resounding slap was heard throughout the apartment. Grissom's cheek immediately began coloring, "Don't you ever, ever, dare to touch me again. Now, get out." her voice was like ice, cutting away at Grissom's flesh. He was so surprised by her actions that he just took a giant step back, over her threshold, and into the hallway. The door was shut in a second.
Grissom speedily left work that morning, he had an errand to run. He stopped by the flower store and got a bouquet of the most beautiful and fragrant flowers. Then, Grissom headed to that familiar complex, where he had often driven early in the mornings to discuss hard cases. He knew the road well, and let his mind wonder with thought. 'Is this the right thing to do? O course it is...no doubt about it." Yes, he had to do it, he was going to speak to Sara, finally. Really tell her how he felt. His Tahoe slowly pulled up to the curb. He was there. Grissom got out and having set his mind up walked towards the door.
Sara was enjoying a hot, bubble bath when she heard the doorbell. 'Damn,' she though. Sara gingerly stepped out of the tub, and wrapped a big towel around herself. As she stepped out of the bathroom, her exposed flesh began gathering goose bumps. 'Why is it so freaking cold in here? And that better be important,' She got to the door and opened it half way, hiding most of her slim body behind the door, Sara's mouth fell open. "Grissom, what are you doing here?" Grissom didn't know anymore, he forgot. The flowers swaying in his hand were forgotten too. "Umm, come on in," Sara wrapped the towel more tightly around her and opened up the door for Grissom to walk through. As he stepped over the threshold, Grissom finally remembered the flora in his hands. "Here you go, Sara. These are for you," his voice was velvety soft and full of feeling. "Oh, thanks Grissom." Sara carefully took the wrapped bundle and went to the kitchen to find a vase. "Please sit down, make yourself comfortable, we need to talk." She finally found a beautiful vase to match the flowers, filled it with water and placed it in the middle of her kitchen table. "I'm glad you like them," Grissom caught Sara looking absent-mindedly at the flowers for a few moments. "Yea, um, I'm gonna go change, ok? I'll be right back, then we can talk."
Grissom quickly scanned Sara's home, nothing much changed since the last time he was there: almost a year ago. He spotted the black, leather couch and sat down. He sat there, stiff and rigid awaiting Sara's return. 'Oh my goodness, she just came out of the shower.' an uncomfortable crimson shade crept into Grissom's face and would not get lost. Sara on the other hand was quickly running to and fro in her bedroom. 'What to wear? What to wear? Appealing, not sexy, so we can talk? What to wear?!?' Sara was in a bit of a predicament, she had nothing to wear, nothing whatsoever. Finally, she decided on some pants and a comfortable shirt. She quickly dried herself, selected the appropriate undergarments, and put on the clothes. She slowly came out of her bedroom, dreading and looking forward to what was about to happen at the same time.
Grissom felt her presence in the room before his eyes sought her. He felt her radiant glow, and finally saw her. She was absolutely beautiful. The skin shining from the bath, her hair semi dry curling around her face, she was absolutely radiant. "Sara, I'm really sorry about today. I don't know what got into me, I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." Sara saw the urgency in his eyes, he wanted to make things right, but she couldn't give in that easy after what he had done to her. "Grissom, I'm leaving, I need to leave. I can't work with you anymore, you hurt me too much, and you keep on doing it every day. I don't know what else to say to you." Sara's mind reeled, what was going to happen now? Whatever happened, though, she could not loose her temper, could not let him see her angry, could not give him that satisfaction. She carefully made her way through the furniture, and went to stand by the balcony which was overlooking the city. "Sara, you can't leave, I won't let you. I'm very sorry that I have been hurting you, I really am. If I could, I would take back everything that happened, everything." Grissom was not getting a reaction, her back was facing him and her expression was lost. "Grissom, no, I can't do this anymore. I've been running after you like a damn school girl with a crush for way too long. I get it, you don't like me, I'll deal, just not in the present environment. I gave you plenty of opportunities and I though you'd use them, apparently you're not interested." Grissom opened his mouth to speak up but she just went on, "Don't say it Grissom, whatever you do, don't say it. I already know that you don't love me, don't like me, don't care for me. Like I said, I'll deal, but you can't push me away like that anymore, don't you see? I'm sorry, if I'm making you uncomfortable, if these last three years were uncomfortable for you, I apologize. But, I can't make myself think otherwise, I can't stop my feelings for you." There, she had finally said it, and her anger level was low, actually too low. She was getting sad, finally having said this, it finally sank in. 'He doesn't love me.' She finally turned away from the city below and faced him. Grissom immediately detected the small sheen of unshed tears in her brown eyes. "Sara, you just don't get it do you? Having a relationship in the lab would be hard, complicated, embarrassing. Our reputations are at stake." Sara's blood began to boil, "NO, Grissom, you're the one who doesn't get it. What, you don't think that going to work everyday and being avoided by you isn't hard? You don't think that the life I lead is complicated? You don't think it's embarrassing that the whole damn lab knows about you turning me down?" She advanced towards him a little as she spoke, ready to fight. "Sara, I know, I do know all of that, and I'm sorry if I caused it, I really am, but come on!!! I'm just pointing out the facts in this whole mess so we can solve this as soon as possible..." Sara immediately cut him off, evident that Grissom had more to say, " How can you say this Grissom? What, my life is just another one of your damned cases? There are facts yes, but you can't just analyze them and figure out the solution. It's my life and I will not have you analyzing every little detail of it under a microscope." A fire burned in her eyes now, those eyes burned at Grissom's soul. "Well, what do you want me to do Sara? Just jump into bed with you, hoping that everything would be ok afterwards?" Uh oh, wrong thing to say at the moment, an Grissom immediately realized it, "Jump into bed with me? What, do you think I'm some slut now?!? How could you say that to me Grissom? I know that you don't think I'm a real person, but unfortunately I do have feelings too. No wonder you haven't got a girlfriend!" Sara was extremely close to Grissom now, he hastily rose, afraid to be looked down upon by Sara, "What are you gonna do now? Beat me up? Come on Sara, we're not kids." Sara reached down to the coffee table and picked up her ID card. It had a nice picture on it, it was taken right after she got to Las Vegas and she had been happy then. Truly happy, " No, we're not kids, but one of us sure is acting like that. What, you come all the way to my house just do insult me? 'Oh, let's see if we can make Sara feel bad today, let's see if we can make fun of her.' huh? Well, you know what? I'm done, finished! I don't need you to insult me, got it? Here take this stupid card and get me off your employee list. Why don't you go and get Lady Heather to fill in the position so you can live happily ever after, huh? Now, get out Grissom." She had shoved the ID card into his stomach and opened up the door, "Get out." Grissom pocketed the ID with lightning movement but was not about to give up, he couldn't loose the women he loved, not now, not ever. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the arms in a steel grip. Sara's anger immediately disappeared and a look of fright took its place. She looked like a deer caught in the headlight of a car, there was fear in her eyes. "Sara, listen to yourself, who do you sound like? You're not even making any sense. Just listen to me." Sara's fury was evident but it did not appear on her face, it was masked by the look of fear. "Gris, take your hands off of me, now." She was getting hysterical, "Grissom, leave me alone! Leave me alone, do you hear me? Leave me alone, and don't ever, ever touch me again! Let me go!!!" She furiously struggled with her opponent until Grissom finally loosened his grip and her hand streaked up to meet his face. A resounding slap was heard throughout the apartment. Grissom's cheek immediately began coloring, "Don't you ever, ever, dare to touch me again. Now, get out." her voice was like ice, cutting away at Grissom's flesh. He was so surprised by her actions that he just took a giant step back, over her threshold, and into the hallway. The door was shut in a second.