i hope you're liking it so far in spite of the errors and other stuff. i apologize for the late update. school just started here in the philippines.
I loved no one but you
But I strayed; I know I made you blue
You spoke unto my very soul
You warmed my heart that once was cold
Now I'm so glad to know
LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB BREAK ROOM
Strange. The LV Crime Lab hasn't received any cases so far. It was already an hour into the shift when Grissom declared a union break.
"Gil, you dare declare a break?" Cath glared at him. "We're bored to death here for a whole hour! And you announce a 'break'?" She sunk to the couch and fumed.
He sat down beside her and said, "Cath, I apologize. To tell you the truth, guys, I'm bored too." The whole team mumbled, "Yeah right."
Just then, Greg came bustling in with his laptop open and the screen showed his Yahoo account. He sat between Grissom and Catherine and said energetically, "You'd better believe this, guys."
"What? You reached a new level in spaceship pinball?" Nick joked bluntly with drooping eyes.
"Ha ha, Stokes," Greg shot back. "Ignore him, people. Anyway, I received this E-mail from… uh…" he hesitated a bit but blurted out, "From our girl Sara saying that we, Grissom, Catherine, Warrick, Nick and yours truly will go to San Francisco with all-expense paid reservations. Meaning free flight to and from San Francisco, free accommodation… that is if we want to, free food, and an extra week for recreational purposes. All we need to do is reply to this E-mail to say if we're coming or not."
The room was filled with 3 'of course, we will' answers. Nick was gaping at Greg with his eyes as big as dinner plates. Warrick came over by his friend and tapped his arm, "Hey Nick. You heard that? All of us are going to San Francisco for the convention for free."
It seems like everything he said bounced off Nick as he burst out, "That E-mail is from Sara?" Greg, now feeling scared just nodded. He bounced off his seat and kneeled beside the laptop to read the message.
Hey Greg and the whole graveyard team! I met with the convention director this morning and I reserved you guys 5 slots. And it's a tad like a V.I.P. pass. You are entitled to a free plane tickets via American Airlines and free food during the day of convention. Your free accommodation may come only if you avail of it. And since it's V.I.P., you guys are given a week-off for recreation. Maybe, I'll get a week-off too so I can spend time with you guys.
I have messages for everyone that I'll enclose in this one E-mail.
Catherine – I'm glad Lindsay likes the Betty Spageti. It took me a long time to think if she's too old for it or not. I'm glad that you and Gil are doing good.
Grissom – When you arrive, my co-workers want to see you. One girl here, Hannah is a big follower. She was floored when I told her I used to be your student and we once worked together. Don't worry, that's all I told her.
Warrick – When's the big day? Make sure to tell me beforehand so I can come. You know Vegas. I miss you, man!
Nick – Uh… hey! How are you? Sorry, I haven't replied to your E-mail yet but I'll be finding the time. When you come here in San Francisco, well, can we meet up? (That brought a smile to his face again.)
Greg – SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!
Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you all soon.
Love, Sara
PS for Greg:
Right there, Greg snatched the laptop from Nick and closed it. "Hey! I was reading that PS part, Greg," he whined.
"Didn't you see, Nicky boy?" he whined back. "It just for me! Mind your own business." He started heading back to the DNA lab that also serves as his office and said, "Cath, please come with me. I have uh… something to show you."
Cath stood up, happy that she can escape the dull atmosphere of the break room. She caught up with him and whispered, "What is it?"
"Sara and the twins' pictures," he murmured. They just smiled. "We can show Grissom and Warrick later. I'll be sending this to them LATER after shift."
Meanwhile, back at the break room, Nick was still slightly mad. "Why does he have to do that? Is he hiding something?" his CSI skills kicking in.
"You know, Nick," Warrick retorted, "be satisfied that she even gave you a message as personal as that. We all know too well that she doesn't want to talk yet to you." Nick shot him a glare. "Okay, okay. At least she wants to meet up with you. Just with you…"
"Yeah, you have a point," he sighed. "But still, Grissom had the longest message."
Grissom looked at them from the crossword he was solving and said, "Don't look at me!" The three men just laughed it off just in time for a case to come in.
In the DNA lab, Greg and Cath immersed themselves in silent 'ooh' and 'ahh'. Sara sent three pictures of the twins to them. One picture was them on the bikes and another one was with ice cream all around their mouths and 'Blue's Clues' shirts. The third one was them with the whole San Francisco CSI on their celebration after a high profile case. "Oh my," Greg said after saving the pictures, "Sara is a good mom! Who would have known?"
"Who knew she had that in her?" Cath agreed. "I think she's doing a fine job raising those two rug rats. I'm so proud of her."
"They're both so cute," Grissom surprised them both. They didn't hear him come in and let alone sneak up to them. "Can I have a copy of those?"
Greg rechecked his E-mail just in case. "I will send them to you, Cath and Warrick after shift so Nicky-boy there won't have suspicions." He glanced back to the screen and saw another E-mail from Sara. It was attached with her latest picture. "Greg, please give this to Nick. Thank you!"
"I guess our Nicky-boy will get a picture after all," Cath said after seeing a Sara in a little black dress with a glass of champagne.
"Better send it now, Greggo," again an interruption from another one from the team, Warrick. "He's about to check his mail when I left him. Now may I see my godchildren?"
Back in the break room, Warrick left Nick alone. He decided to check his personal E-mail account since the whole team was gone to their businesses. But first, he checked what new things were available at Ebay. Seeing nothing to his liking, he proceeded to his intended work. "Hey, from Greg. But he was just here…" he thought. "Anyway…"
Nicky, Sara wants me to send you this. It's her picture. She couldn't send you directly because there might be a problem to her line to yours… and I didn't mean that in another way. She's very beautiful in this picture so don't slobber on your laptop. I haven't read the attached message. See you around!
He opened the attached picture and his jaw dropped. There was Sara with a slight smile on her face. She was wearing a little black dress that stopped mid-thigh; her hair was simply down her shoulders and on her feet were 2-inch stilettos. She had little make-up and she sported matching pearl accessories. "Oh my goodness," he gasped. "Sara's so beautiful." He just couldn't express in words what he felt.
Next, he opened the attached letter.
Dearest Nick,
I'm sorry I didn't send this to you directly. The truth is… I couldn't have myself send it to your E-mail. I don't know why… but please don't be mad at me. I'm still thinking of you after all that has happened. Really, I can't understand why you feel about me in spite of everything. You didn't do anything wrong. I left you, I ran away… I am the one who strayed. I forgave you a hundred times for whatever wrong you did to me and I forgot about them. I know I made you suffer as you did me.
Yet, you're still there. I'm not sure if I will be grateful or scared or guilty that I even DESERVE this kind of affection from someone like you. You're the closest to perfect that I know. You changed me…in every aspect of the words. You made me love again… made me a warm-blooded primate. Nick, I'm glad that I met you. I'm glad because for a short time in my life, I was yours and you were mine. There was no you and me… only US. But nothing lasts forever. Even the untouchable Sara Sidle and the strong-willed Nick Stokes were not immune to the end of days.
To be honest, when I left… my world turned upside down. It felt like I lost a part of me… the only part of me that was working… the only part of me that was alive. Once, I said, "Never in my whole life will I say this to anyone again." But right now, I will and it'll be to the same person I said it last.
I love you, Nick. I still do.
Sara
I loved no one but you
But I strayed; I know I made you blue
You spoke unto my very soul
You warmed my heart that once was cold
Now I'm so glad to know
LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB BREAK ROOM
Strange. The LV Crime Lab hasn't received any cases so far. It was already an hour into the shift when Grissom declared a union break.
"Gil, you dare declare a break?" Cath glared at him. "We're bored to death here for a whole hour! And you announce a 'break'?" She sunk to the couch and fumed.
He sat down beside her and said, "Cath, I apologize. To tell you the truth, guys, I'm bored too." The whole team mumbled, "Yeah right."
Just then, Greg came bustling in with his laptop open and the screen showed his Yahoo account. He sat between Grissom and Catherine and said energetically, "You'd better believe this, guys."
"What? You reached a new level in spaceship pinball?" Nick joked bluntly with drooping eyes.
"Ha ha, Stokes," Greg shot back. "Ignore him, people. Anyway, I received this E-mail from… uh…" he hesitated a bit but blurted out, "From our girl Sara saying that we, Grissom, Catherine, Warrick, Nick and yours truly will go to San Francisco with all-expense paid reservations. Meaning free flight to and from San Francisco, free accommodation… that is if we want to, free food, and an extra week for recreational purposes. All we need to do is reply to this E-mail to say if we're coming or not."
The room was filled with 3 'of course, we will' answers. Nick was gaping at Greg with his eyes as big as dinner plates. Warrick came over by his friend and tapped his arm, "Hey Nick. You heard that? All of us are going to San Francisco for the convention for free."
It seems like everything he said bounced off Nick as he burst out, "That E-mail is from Sara?" Greg, now feeling scared just nodded. He bounced off his seat and kneeled beside the laptop to read the message.
Hey Greg and the whole graveyard team! I met with the convention director this morning and I reserved you guys 5 slots. And it's a tad like a V.I.P. pass. You are entitled to a free plane tickets via American Airlines and free food during the day of convention. Your free accommodation may come only if you avail of it. And since it's V.I.P., you guys are given a week-off for recreation. Maybe, I'll get a week-off too so I can spend time with you guys.
I have messages for everyone that I'll enclose in this one E-mail.
Catherine – I'm glad Lindsay likes the Betty Spageti. It took me a long time to think if she's too old for it or not. I'm glad that you and Gil are doing good.
Grissom – When you arrive, my co-workers want to see you. One girl here, Hannah is a big follower. She was floored when I told her I used to be your student and we once worked together. Don't worry, that's all I told her.
Warrick – When's the big day? Make sure to tell me beforehand so I can come. You know Vegas. I miss you, man!
Nick – Uh… hey! How are you? Sorry, I haven't replied to your E-mail yet but I'll be finding the time. When you come here in San Francisco, well, can we meet up? (That brought a smile to his face again.)
Greg – SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!
Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you all soon.
Love, Sara
PS for Greg:
Right there, Greg snatched the laptop from Nick and closed it. "Hey! I was reading that PS part, Greg," he whined.
"Didn't you see, Nicky boy?" he whined back. "It just for me! Mind your own business." He started heading back to the DNA lab that also serves as his office and said, "Cath, please come with me. I have uh… something to show you."
Cath stood up, happy that she can escape the dull atmosphere of the break room. She caught up with him and whispered, "What is it?"
"Sara and the twins' pictures," he murmured. They just smiled. "We can show Grissom and Warrick later. I'll be sending this to them LATER after shift."
Meanwhile, back at the break room, Nick was still slightly mad. "Why does he have to do that? Is he hiding something?" his CSI skills kicking in.
"You know, Nick," Warrick retorted, "be satisfied that she even gave you a message as personal as that. We all know too well that she doesn't want to talk yet to you." Nick shot him a glare. "Okay, okay. At least she wants to meet up with you. Just with you…"
"Yeah, you have a point," he sighed. "But still, Grissom had the longest message."
Grissom looked at them from the crossword he was solving and said, "Don't look at me!" The three men just laughed it off just in time for a case to come in.
In the DNA lab, Greg and Cath immersed themselves in silent 'ooh' and 'ahh'. Sara sent three pictures of the twins to them. One picture was them on the bikes and another one was with ice cream all around their mouths and 'Blue's Clues' shirts. The third one was them with the whole San Francisco CSI on their celebration after a high profile case. "Oh my," Greg said after saving the pictures, "Sara is a good mom! Who would have known?"
"Who knew she had that in her?" Cath agreed. "I think she's doing a fine job raising those two rug rats. I'm so proud of her."
"They're both so cute," Grissom surprised them both. They didn't hear him come in and let alone sneak up to them. "Can I have a copy of those?"
Greg rechecked his E-mail just in case. "I will send them to you, Cath and Warrick after shift so Nicky-boy there won't have suspicions." He glanced back to the screen and saw another E-mail from Sara. It was attached with her latest picture. "Greg, please give this to Nick. Thank you!"
"I guess our Nicky-boy will get a picture after all," Cath said after seeing a Sara in a little black dress with a glass of champagne.
"Better send it now, Greggo," again an interruption from another one from the team, Warrick. "He's about to check his mail when I left him. Now may I see my godchildren?"
Back in the break room, Warrick left Nick alone. He decided to check his personal E-mail account since the whole team was gone to their businesses. But first, he checked what new things were available at Ebay. Seeing nothing to his liking, he proceeded to his intended work. "Hey, from Greg. But he was just here…" he thought. "Anyway…"
Nicky, Sara wants me to send you this. It's her picture. She couldn't send you directly because there might be a problem to her line to yours… and I didn't mean that in another way. She's very beautiful in this picture so don't slobber on your laptop. I haven't read the attached message. See you around!
He opened the attached picture and his jaw dropped. There was Sara with a slight smile on her face. She was wearing a little black dress that stopped mid-thigh; her hair was simply down her shoulders and on her feet were 2-inch stilettos. She had little make-up and she sported matching pearl accessories. "Oh my goodness," he gasped. "Sara's so beautiful." He just couldn't express in words what he felt.
Next, he opened the attached letter.
Dearest Nick,
I'm sorry I didn't send this to you directly. The truth is… I couldn't have myself send it to your E-mail. I don't know why… but please don't be mad at me. I'm still thinking of you after all that has happened. Really, I can't understand why you feel about me in spite of everything. You didn't do anything wrong. I left you, I ran away… I am the one who strayed. I forgave you a hundred times for whatever wrong you did to me and I forgot about them. I know I made you suffer as you did me.
Yet, you're still there. I'm not sure if I will be grateful or scared or guilty that I even DESERVE this kind of affection from someone like you. You're the closest to perfect that I know. You changed me…in every aspect of the words. You made me love again… made me a warm-blooded primate. Nick, I'm glad that I met you. I'm glad because for a short time in my life, I was yours and you were mine. There was no you and me… only US. But nothing lasts forever. Even the untouchable Sara Sidle and the strong-willed Nick Stokes were not immune to the end of days.
To be honest, when I left… my world turned upside down. It felt like I lost a part of me… the only part of me that was working… the only part of me that was alive. Once, I said, "Never in my whole life will I say this to anyone again." But right now, I will and it'll be to the same person I said it last.
I love you, Nick. I still do.
Sara