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Hello…
Shift was over and she wanted to go tell Grissom what she had seen. She wanted to let him know what he'd done to her and then ask her why she'd had that DUI so many months ago. But, like so many other times before, she kept quiet. Just like that case a year back, he didn't know she saw anything and he wouldn't find out.
Instead of dropping by his office, she went to the locker room, picked up her stuff, and left. She didn't know where she was going. Maybe she would go home, but she was so tired of being there. But she didn't know anybody in Vegas, save for the people she worked with and right now, she didn't want to be with any of them. Grissom was someone who she would rather never see anymore, Nick and Warrick were at home sleeping most likely, and Catherine and her were not on the best of terms ever since the other week. The only person left was Greg, but she didn't feel like pestering him further with her problems. So, instead of going home, she stopped by a small coffee shop and sat in a booth by herself, drinking a cup of hot tea and snacking on a toasted bagel.
Wishing I knew what to do…
After the night before, he was so happy that Sophia wasn't leaving, but he wasn't so sure that he should be. Sure, having Sophia around was great. She was an intelligent woman who would only make their team better; well, for the most part. Sara wasn't too happy about this addition and lately she seemed so sad and alone. He wished he'd known what to do about her. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so horrible for bringing her to Las Vegas and then doing everything in his power to keep himself from having her.
He sat there in his office for a while and he watched Sara walk by and figured that she had left. He felt so stupid for feeling the way he did. Inside, he knew he did this to himself. He couldn't help but think of how happy he might have been if he told Sara how he really felt years ago and how happy she would be as well. For now that would be a dream, at least half of it. If he found that he felt something to Sophia, then he would be happy. Now he was being selfish. For he knew, also deep down, that he could never be truly happy knowing he did what he had done to Sara, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now.
He got up to leave and ran into Greg, who seemed to have had his hands full with work that night.
"Shift's over, Greg," he said.
"I know. I was just finishing up with those prints on AFIS. I'm leaving now." He yawned, "If I stayed any longer, I'd probably end up sleeping here until next shift."
"You're doing well, Greg. I'm proud of you," Grissom said encouragingly.
"Thanks," Greg replied, "Sara leave?"
Curious, Grissom said, "Yes. Why?"
Greg shook his head, "No reason, really. She just never said she was. She was probably tired."
"Yeah, well, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, or uh… good morning."
Grissom left, still contemplating everything and now wondering when Greg and Sara became good friends. Shrugging it off, he got in his car and drove home to his apartment.
Whisper…
She got home eventually and after much deliberation and threw her things on the couch and finally lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She thought of how much better her life might be if she had stayed back in California. Even after her rough childhood, she would have been happier with the people she knew there. She wouldn't have gone through all the things she had gone though feeling the way she did about Grissom. She wouldn't have had to come here and barely be welcomed by who are now her colleagues. She wouldn't be a part of the best lab in the country, but hell, what would it matter if she didn't have to put up with Ecklie and if she didn't have to see half the things she saw here. She wouldn't come home and be alone and sleep for hours and then just get up and go to work. Back there, where she had lived for more than five years, she had a least a few friends that she could spend time with. They would keep her mind off of things that she didn't feel like dealing with on her own. Now though, when she had a problem she would come home to her empty apartment and dwell on it all day and have to go back to the lab where her problem was.
Later, she woke up a few hours before shift was going to start and took a short, hot shower. For a while, the heat cleared her head and she felt like new. It was refreshing. She cleansed her hair with her 'sun ripened raspberry' shampoo and it made her bathroom smell good. Getting out into her now steamy bathroom, she breathed in the berry aroma and it made her feel better. Sometimes it just took something as simple as her favorite smell to calm her down and take her mind off of what was going on around her. Now in a better mood than before, she dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a rust colored top and got a bottle of water out of her fridge and grabbed her Pop-tart from the toaster. She was finally on her way out the door and headed over to the lab.
Walking in the door, she saw Greg pull up and she waited for him.
"Good evening," she said.
"You seem to be happier and you smell good too."
"Okay, Greggo, you could have just stopped at 'You seem to be happier.'" She laughed. "And yeah, I am feeling a little better today."
"I'm going to go grab a coffee, you want a cup?" He asked politely.
"No, thanks. I need to go talk to someone."
She'd been a bit afraid to confront her before, but she figured now would be a good time, since she was in a better mood. She walked down the halls and found Catherine sitting in her office.
Knocking on the door, she stood there; she waited for Catherine's response.
"You can come in," Catherine said, though she didn't seem very glad to see Sara, but she didn't look really angry either.
"Hey. Look, I wanted to talk to you earlier, but I wasn't sure if I should. I didn't want to screw up any friendship we had by coming here when I was still angry and when you might have been angry, too. I just came to say I'm sorry for blowing up at you the other week. It was very unprofessional of me and I deserved the reprimand I received."
"I accept your apology and I should say sorry for being a little hard on you, though I agree with what I said. I guess everyone around here hasn't been acting quite like themselves; ever since the team split." She looked at her watch. "Oh shoot, I told Warrick I'd meet him at the crime scene about five minutes ago. I'd better go."
Sara stood up. "See you, Catherine."
"Yeah, see you later."
Yeah, I've figured out what this is going to turn out to a Greg/Sara fic, but maybe not right off he bat. You'll see what I mean. Thanks for all the reviews I am getting and thanks for reading this story D.
Hehe stlouiegal Haha I can't miss this episode then. Seems like its going to be interesting lol.
Well, if I don't post the next chapter soon its probably because im still working on the ending and haven't had a chance to sit down and write a lot. This week I've been bombarded with homework, but since the weekends almost here I should get another one or two chapters write and posted. D
