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Finally, it was the day. The end of an unbelievably long week, Sara and Sissy hadn't spoken since their little blowout. Everyone in the Stokes' household was feeling the tension. The kids had tried just about everything they could think of to get their aunt and mother to talk again, but it always blew up in their faces. Finally, they just gave up.
Even Nick wanted Sissy to stay, for a little while anyway. He'd never seen his wife so upset before, and after 20 years, he would know.
Sissy had packed up all her stuff by 6:00 that evening. Nick and Greg had loaded it all into her convertible. Everyone was at the house. Greg, Michelle, and Christopher were there as well as Catherine and Grissom. Ally, Miranda, and Jeff were all seated with Sissy on the couch as Nick stood by the door, and Sara was upstairs in her bedroom.
"Well, I guess it's time now, huh? You guys don't need me as a burden any longer," Sissy said.
"You're not a burden Aunt Sissy," Ally replied,
"Do you even know what a burden is?" Miranda asked.
"Yes. It's like a kind of food right?" Ally asked, looking at her aunt. Sissy shrugged.
"I don't know. I just heard it on TV a few times in situations like this," Sissy replied. Miranda decided to just let this one slip.
"We love you, Aunt Sissy," Jeff said.
"Yeah, thanks for bringing me to get that tattoo," Ally whispered.
"No problem," Sissy whispered back, giving Ally a wink. Sissy got up off the couch, and gave her nieces and nephew a hug and a kiss.
"Hey, don't I get a hug too?" Christopher asked from where he was standing with Greg.
Sissy laughed. "Of course, come here Chris." Chris walked over to Sissy, and she gave him a big hug. She also handed him a sheet of paper that had her name on it, with the I's dotted with little hearts.
"What's this?" the little boy asked.
"It's an autograph. That way, you can show all your friends that you know a celebrity!" Sissy told him.
"Cool! Thanks Sissy!" Christopher said happily, and went to show his mom.
"Well, I better go. My friend Cameran is waiting for me in Malibu." She got up off the couch, and gave all the kids one last hug and kiss.
She walked over to Nick, and gave him a hug. "If you ever, EVER, hurt my sister, I will kill you and make it look like a suicide, and don't think I can't do it and get away with it. I am, after all, a celebrity," she whispered in his ear.
Nick forced a smile. "I'll keep that in mind."
Next, Sissy hugged Greg. "I hope to see you soon," she said to him.
"Take care, girl," Greg responded, kissing her cheek.
Sissy smiled, and then went and hugged his wife. "Michelle, you are so lucky. You got a great husband and a terrific son. I hope to be as lucky as you one day."
Michelle smiled, and forced back tears. "If I ever had a sister, I would hope she would be just like you." Sissy smiled, and gave the older woman another hug and kissed her cheek as well. (A/N: Not supposed to be a slash scene...SORRY GUYS!)
Sissy moved along, and gave Grissom a hug. "Mr. Grissom, I know you and I are completely different and we never really got to spend a lot of time to get to know each other, but I want you to know that I really look up to you. You're a great man."
"'Parting is such sweet sorrow,'" Grissom replied. Sissy looked at him quizzically. "Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. And please, call me Grissom," he told her.
"Oh, OK. Thank you."
Last but not least, Sissy gave Catherine a huge hug. "Be good, girl. Send me lots of postcards. Who knows, maybe I'll retire to Malibu," Catherine said to her friend.
"I will. And you must come visit me, and bring Linda."
"Lindsey."
"Whatever. You all must come visit me in Malibu. Surfer guys for the girls and surfer girls for the guys." Everyone laughed. "Well, I better go. I'll see you all soon, I hope." Sissy smiled, waved goodbye, and blew a kiss to everyone.
"Bye Sissy," they all said.
Sissy nodded, and walked to the door. She took one last look up the staircase, where she knew in one of those rooms her sister was. She lowered her head, disappointed in herself that she couldn't mean more to Sara. Sissy blew a kiss up the stairs, and walked out the door to her car. She started the engine, and took one last look at all the people crowding the windows and door. She then smiled, and drove away, ready to make the long trip to Malibu.
What Sissy didn't see was the crying face of her sister in the upstairs window. In the house, and in Sissy's car, the radio was playing the same song.
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
Plz tell me what you think. The next chapter will be the last....I promise to update soon. LOVE YA!
Finally, it was the day. The end of an unbelievably long week, Sara and Sissy hadn't spoken since their little blowout. Everyone in the Stokes' household was feeling the tension. The kids had tried just about everything they could think of to get their aunt and mother to talk again, but it always blew up in their faces. Finally, they just gave up.
Even Nick wanted Sissy to stay, for a little while anyway. He'd never seen his wife so upset before, and after 20 years, he would know.
Sissy had packed up all her stuff by 6:00 that evening. Nick and Greg had loaded it all into her convertible. Everyone was at the house. Greg, Michelle, and Christopher were there as well as Catherine and Grissom. Ally, Miranda, and Jeff were all seated with Sissy on the couch as Nick stood by the door, and Sara was upstairs in her bedroom.
"Well, I guess it's time now, huh? You guys don't need me as a burden any longer," Sissy said.
"You're not a burden Aunt Sissy," Ally replied,
"Do you even know what a burden is?" Miranda asked.
"Yes. It's like a kind of food right?" Ally asked, looking at her aunt. Sissy shrugged.
"I don't know. I just heard it on TV a few times in situations like this," Sissy replied. Miranda decided to just let this one slip.
"We love you, Aunt Sissy," Jeff said.
"Yeah, thanks for bringing me to get that tattoo," Ally whispered.
"No problem," Sissy whispered back, giving Ally a wink. Sissy got up off the couch, and gave her nieces and nephew a hug and a kiss.
"Hey, don't I get a hug too?" Christopher asked from where he was standing with Greg.
Sissy laughed. "Of course, come here Chris." Chris walked over to Sissy, and she gave him a big hug. She also handed him a sheet of paper that had her name on it, with the I's dotted with little hearts.
"What's this?" the little boy asked.
"It's an autograph. That way, you can show all your friends that you know a celebrity!" Sissy told him.
"Cool! Thanks Sissy!" Christopher said happily, and went to show his mom.
"Well, I better go. My friend Cameran is waiting for me in Malibu." She got up off the couch, and gave all the kids one last hug and kiss.
She walked over to Nick, and gave him a hug. "If you ever, EVER, hurt my sister, I will kill you and make it look like a suicide, and don't think I can't do it and get away with it. I am, after all, a celebrity," she whispered in his ear.
Nick forced a smile. "I'll keep that in mind."
Next, Sissy hugged Greg. "I hope to see you soon," she said to him.
"Take care, girl," Greg responded, kissing her cheek.
Sissy smiled, and then went and hugged his wife. "Michelle, you are so lucky. You got a great husband and a terrific son. I hope to be as lucky as you one day."
Michelle smiled, and forced back tears. "If I ever had a sister, I would hope she would be just like you." Sissy smiled, and gave the older woman another hug and kissed her cheek as well. (A/N: Not supposed to be a slash scene...SORRY GUYS!)
Sissy moved along, and gave Grissom a hug. "Mr. Grissom, I know you and I are completely different and we never really got to spend a lot of time to get to know each other, but I want you to know that I really look up to you. You're a great man."
"'Parting is such sweet sorrow,'" Grissom replied. Sissy looked at him quizzically. "Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. And please, call me Grissom," he told her.
"Oh, OK. Thank you."
Last but not least, Sissy gave Catherine a huge hug. "Be good, girl. Send me lots of postcards. Who knows, maybe I'll retire to Malibu," Catherine said to her friend.
"I will. And you must come visit me, and bring Linda."
"Lindsey."
"Whatever. You all must come visit me in Malibu. Surfer guys for the girls and surfer girls for the guys." Everyone laughed. "Well, I better go. I'll see you all soon, I hope." Sissy smiled, waved goodbye, and blew a kiss to everyone.
"Bye Sissy," they all said.
Sissy nodded, and walked to the door. She took one last look up the staircase, where she knew in one of those rooms her sister was. She lowered her head, disappointed in herself that she couldn't mean more to Sara. Sissy blew a kiss up the stairs, and walked out the door to her car. She started the engine, and took one last look at all the people crowding the windows and door. She then smiled, and drove away, ready to make the long trip to Malibu.
What Sissy didn't see was the crying face of her sister in the upstairs window. In the house, and in Sissy's car, the radio was playing the same song.
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
Plz tell me what you think. The next chapter will be the last....I promise to update soon. LOVE YA!