Through Everything
Author: Pepperminty
Rating: R for sexual content and some language
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them, dag nam it.
Pairing: Grissom and Sara
Spoilers: I haven't seen Season 5, stupid TV station, so nothing from there, but anything in past seasons is fair game, and is probably alluded to somewhere.
A/N: Same as last, just requires typing so should be up soon.
Chapter 2
"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back it's yours. If it doesn't, it never really was in the first place"- Anonymous
Agonisingly, she waited. 'Maybe he decided not to come into work today' she suggested to herself. 'Yeah, like that would ever happen' she chuckled 'I could just turn around and go home, call in sick .Then everyone would know something's wrong. Fuck it.' Her hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as she turned on her Denali, and for the second time in two days sped all the way home.
She couldn't have been happier to be at home. This was her sanctuary, and everything felt better here. She dropped the cool metal keys out of her hand, and retrieved a bottle of water from her fridge. The cool liquid soothed her dry mouth as she went to retrieve her cell phone from her coat. She took a deep breath and dialled Grissom's cell phone number. She exhaled and ran over what she was going to say in her mind just one more time. 'Christ, are you going to pick up Grissom or what?'
"Hi, you've reached Gil Grissom, leave me a message and I'll try and back to you as soon as I can"
"Hi…uh….Grissom. Um…Okay, I'm not feeling well tonight, so I can't come into work tonight, sorry about the late notice, but it has kind of come on quickly" she cringed at her words.
"Okay, thanks, uh Bye!" 'Wow Sara, smooth'. She returned to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed. She allowed the smooth material to lull her into sleep that had been evading all day.
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"Okay guys, Sara has called in sick, so we're one down tonight" Grissom spoke whilst pouring his mandatory coffee for the night in the break room.
"Whoa, hang on a minute there mister." Catherine interrupted him
"Sara called in sick? Dude something must be wrong" Warrick intoned.
"I never thought I'd see the day when Sara took a sickie"
"What did she say?"
"She left a message on my voice mail, said that she wasn't feeling well, and apologised, I'm sure nothing is seriously wrong, she has just probably got a cold." They looked disbelieving at him. "You've all got work to do. I'll be in my office if you need me. I've got stacks of paperwork bigger than me, so you're solo tonight."
His idea to delve into his work was disastrous. He managed to get absolutely no work done in the entire shift. The team's cases were fairly open and shut, so he graciously gave them the rest of the night off. They left, but not without some parting words,
"Hey Griss, are you sure Sara's okay? I mean, we're all worried about her."
"She is fine, rest assured. Will you leave me alone if I promise to go and check on her? I already gave you guys the rest of the night off." they nodded in response, and he ushered them out of his office. What he had he just done? Usually it wouldn't be that horrible to go and check on her, but she hadn't even come into work tonight. Does that mean she was too embarrassed to see him? 'That's it' he thought. He had had enough, they were sorting this out now. What had happened would not affect their work, that was the last thing he wanted.
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A knock on her door awoke her from her slumber. 'Just my luck' she thought 'the second I actually get some bloody sleep some drunken college kid will be looking for 'where de party's at!!!' She didn't even bother looking who it was and was so startled at who appeared at her door, she thought that she yelped.
"Hello"
"Hi….what are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighbourhood?" by the look in her eyes he knew she didn't buy it.
"Well considering you live almost on the other side of Vegas to me, I'm guessing that there is some reason for you to be here, and you're letting all the heat out of my apartment, so come in" she shuffled him in the door, taking his coat. 'How can she so easily touch me now? Her skin is so soft, I love the way her hands glide across my skin' her question broke him from his reverie.
"Did you want something to drink?"
"Uh…no thankyou" He felt like an alien in her exquisite home, it was all quintessentially
Sara, and he loved it. Warm, loving and utterly beautiful.
"So why are you here?" she questioned from her kitchen.
"Well, when I told the team you were sick and not coming into work, they were worried. So when I sent them all home, we had a slow night, they bugged me into making sure you were okay'
"I'm fine" she called
"Well, I'd best go then."
"Right"
"Okay"
"Good"
"Grissom" he looked up "for you too leave, movement is required".
"Oh" he glanced nervously around her apartment as she eyed him, 'what exactly is he doing? Is he going to leave? That's it, I have had enough'.
"Grissom?"
"Yeah" she looked at him tersely.
"Alright. Fine. That's it then. Hate me if you want, okay, I'll avoid you, and we will be back to square one. But don't come around to my home, sending me mixed signals alright. Obviously you need more than I could give you Grissom" he flinched at her words, and this only spurred her on. "What Grissom was I not enough? That's it isn't it? What, you need something kinkier Grissom? You want me to beg for it? On my knees?" she spat at him
"Sara, stop" she was startled at what she had said and composed herself, and realised who it was she was talking, or more precisely, yelling at.
"Oh God Grissom, I'm… uh sorry, my mind has just been doing flips and I didn't know-"
"Wait" he interrupted her. "You think I hate you?" she sighed, her hands on her hips, this was the time. Where everything came to a head. This was it, she thought, me in my pyjamas, him tired from work, standing like duelling cowboys.
"If this is where it has to be, this is where it's going to be. Look Grissom it's the way you fucking act. Every time you open up, you always retreat and then nothing." A throaty bitter laugh escaped her. "Prove me wrong Grissom….But you can't can you? You may have fooled yourself into thinking that you are attracted to me. Maybe even love me. But once you got a taste of it, you realised didn't you? Did you get scared? No…that's way too analytical. I'm just not enough for you anymore, the magical fantasy is gone. Either way, the outcome is the same so it doesn't matter. So I guess this has to be goodbye then."
She took a long breath, looked toward the floor. 'Let him go Sara, it's for the best. Let him go.' She moved toward him, moving her hand over his cheek. The conviction in her words was betrayed by the look in her eyes. Her lips met his cheek, and she whispered in his ear,
"Nothing changes, work colleges okay? It's best that no one knows about this. Um… Can you let yourself out?"
She pulled the courage to let go, and began to return to her bedroom. She felt she was free, when she heard him speak.
"Stay"
"I beg your pardon"
"Stay"