Dear Santa, I have been a very good girl this year. I would very much appreciate CSI… No, silly, not the DVDs… I would like the show. I would like more Grissom with out a shirt scenes and would like to have him and Sara get together because I will live vicariously through her. What? No? Man!
So apparently I own nothing. L
P.S. I fixed the first chapter… it looked funny to me. The first chapter was kind of a Grissom POV and this is a Sara POV… we'll see how it works
As she sat the envelope on his desk she breathed a sigh of relief. Games, teasing, playing around… It finally caught up and those words she had said so many years ago finally caught up with her. It really was too late and there was nothing she could do to change that.
She walked into the break room, grabbed a cup of Greg's Blue Hawaiian Coffee, grabbed her notebook and sat down. Pulling out the pen she began flipping through the pages. So many tears had been shed over these pages. He told her to find a hobby. So she did. Poetry. Granted all of it was about him, but it was still a hobby.
Flipping to the back, she noticed a loose page. She figured she ripped it out when she wrote her resignation. Then she looked closer and realized that this was her resignation. "No!" She all but screamed. She threw the spiral onto the couch and took off in a mad dash to Grissom's office. With any luck he hadn't seen it yet.
Half way to Grissom's office, Nick stopped her. "Grissom said there is some kind of high profile case. We are all supposed to stop whatever we are doing and go to the station. Come on. I'll drive." Sara, still panicky, let Nick lead her to the Tahoe. Then she relaxed as she realized if she kept a close eye on him, she could make sure he didn't see the poem.
She tried looking at Grissom just to acknowledge his presence but she felt nervous. She tried to look at the bodies but he was kneeling on one knee in front of them. Sara stiffled a small chuckle. How many times had she wished that had been him to her one day. On one knee with a ring.
She all but ran when he came walking up to her. "Can we talk?" He asked. She felt like she was going to either faint or vomit. She nodded. "I mean later. I mean this is a big scene. All hands on board. But I think people will become a little suspicious if we… the two of us just disappeared. Um… how about when we go on break? We'll go grab a bite to eat. Apparently we have a lot we need to talk about." Sara nodded and walked towards the corpses. Lovely, she thought. This is just what she needed. To be alone with him in a diner on a… She looked back at him, but he was concentrating on a witness… Did this clasify as a date? She would have to wait to find out.