Here's a short chapter to prepare for the next and to give you something to read while I write the next chapters. Thanks for reading, enjoy!
Since I haven't had one in a while…
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own CSI and did you know that I'm best friends with Peter Jackson and the Lord of the Rings cast? (Haha, yeah right…. But a CSI fan can daydream can't they? D )
She walked out of there, shaking her head to herself. It was a mystery why she ever fell in love with him. It was a mystery why she ever loved at all. Every time she let herself become emotionally attached to someone, she ended up crying, or worse, nearly hurting herself severely, accidentally or not. For now, though, she told herself that she was over the man who had caused her so much heart break and head ache over the past few years. He was gone from her life, except for the fact that he was her boss, but she'd have to deal with that; like how she dealt with all kinds of people she didn't particularly like over the course of her life. People were just something you had to put up with and not let get to you. She had known that years ago, but now she was finally realizing it.
To add to her perfect day of misery, raindrops fell into her car windshield and her spirits dampened more. They grey skies mocked her and so did life. While others were happy, she was miserable. In the lab, she would sit there trying to figure everything out and meanwhile, in the next room over, Greg and the guys were laughing and watching football or something. Even Grissom was intent, staying in his office, talking to Catherine and even Sophia. And there she was, alone again.
There she was, alone again. She placed her things down on the counter and put a piece of toast in the toaster, then sat down at the counter. Her house was empty. Sure, she had furniture and the walls were painted and her bookshelves overcrowded with all the books she had from over the years, but it didn't have that feeling. It felt empty and hollow.
The toast popped and she took it out and buttered it and made a cup of tea. To stop herself from crying, she took a bite of the toast and stared and the counter top. It was useless, the tears still made their way down her pale cheeks. It wasn't the first time this had happened and it wouldn't be the last; she knew that much, but she didn't know what would happen tomorrow or the next time she had to face Grissom.
What would she do when she came into work later and had to face him? Right now, she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it, but she would have to. He was her boss and she wouldn't quit a job over someone; she wouldn't give up on something because of someone, she had done that before too many times and it wasn't worth it. She was sick of punishing herself when other people stopped caring about her. It was time to realize that there was nothing she could do about that and that life would go on, somehow.
But could she really stop thinking about him? Could she really just see him as just her boss? How could she stop seeing Grissom as the only man that was right for her if she had had feelings for him since she came to Las Vegas? No, but could she give him another chance?