Chapter 6
Once Gil Grissom had left high school his life almost became effortless. A smart man with dazzling blue eyes he was quite attractive to college coeds, more attractive than the science geek he was in high school. Contrary to popular belief, he was not a man with a limited love life. Not a year had gone by where there wasn't a woman, some woman. They were usually smart, fun and wanted more from Grissom than he was willing to give.
He didn't offer much and he didn't expect much, until he met Sara. She was too young, too pretty, too good for him, always too good for him.
He had opened the door to his apartment thinking it was the Chinese delivery man. It wasn't. Sara Sidle was in the bright light of the hall, her nearly black hair loose and slightly damp from the drizzle outside.
Confusion clouded his voice. He thought that it might a dream. He dreamed about Sara frequently.
She hadn't spoken. She had walked into the warmth of the hallway. The slip of a dress she wore came over her head. A trembling hand came out to touch her. She was real.
His mouth was on her as he half dragged her to the bedroom. His eyes were dark with desire as he gently pushed her on the bed. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth sucking gently at the muscles in her mouth.
He entered her more roughly than he would have liked. The barrier of her body stopped him.
"Sara?"
She refused to open her eyes.
He held her face in his hand. "Sara is this...is this your first time?"
Her lips brushed against his neck. "I want it to be with you. I want my first time to be with you."
She pressed herself closer to him and pushed all of him the rest of the way in.
She had not climaxed the first time. She did later after he bathed her in a cool bath. He had not said anything about the blood on his sheets. He knew that he didn't deserve the gift she had given. After she left in the morning light, he called the department head and told him that he had an emergency and could not continue the seminar.
He left Boston the next evening. People in first class must have wondered why the handsome reserved man cried during most of the trip.
He was too old to be in love with someone who was barely a woman, but he was. He was.
Grissom knocked on the door for the second time in an hour. He had been knocking every hour on the hour since Sara's nude form had retreated behind the door. She didn't answer or move.
When she did finally open the door the tear stained face had a look of resolve. She was wearing his t-shirt.
She walked past him to her kitchen. She opened a bottle of water.
"Will you leave, please?" Her voice held no anger. She was tired of anger. She didn't think she was sad either. What was she? Numb? That was too bland a word for what she was feeling.
"I don't want to leave."
"So I see."
"You are the only woman I have ever loved."
She finished the last of the water and threw the container in the trash. Despite having just downed the bottle her lips were dry and cracked. "Hardly."
"Besides, Brass still hasn't brought my new keys."
"Oh I am sure you can find somewhere to go."
"I don't want to go anywhere else. I only want to be with you. I have only ever wanted to be with you."
"I guess that's where your harem comes in."
"Sara I am trying to be honest about my life....please don't punish me for it."
She hadn't realized that he was so close. He lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.
His phone let out a shrill beep. She snapped it up. The number did not display. She handed it to him. He refused to take it. She opened and listened.
Dead air.
Sara broke the silence. "Hello"
The caller hung up.
"I'll do whatever you want. I'll do anything you want, anything!" He was scared. He was scared of loosing her. Sara felt the control surge through her bones. He was the one who was scared this time.
Her stare remained blank. She almost regretted her next words. "Why did you leave me in Boston?"
Hope.