Chapter 7
Sara left work early so that she could go home and drink herself into oblivion. When she got home she walked straight to her cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She grabbed a shot glass and poured herself a shot. She was about ready to pour her third shot when she hesitated for a moment. She looked at the glass and then at the bottle.
Which should she drink from? Straight from the bottle or from the shot glass?
She decided that the bottle was better and she plopped down on her couch in front of her television. She was far to depressed to even make a move for the remote. So she just sat there staring at the blank screen.
She heard a knock on her door and got up reluctantly. She really wasn't in the mood. She looked through the peephole and saw Warrick standing on her doorstep. She opened the door and looked up at him. "Can I come in?" he asked her. She opened the door wider and gestured with her vodka bottle for him to come in. He saw the bottle and looked at her. She smiled and shrugged.
They took a seat across from each other in her living room and talked. "Are you alright?" he asked. His concern for her was genuine. "Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, I feel…oh what's the word…liberated. But in a way, I'm still really sad. Did you hear him? He asked me out to dinner. I finally tell him how I feel and then…" she pauses for a moment before continuing. "…he asks me out. He made it seem as though nothing happened." She took another swig from the bottle before Warrick snatched it away from her. She protested and gave up.
"I don't know what to tell you," he said. He really wished he could help her, but this was not his battle to fight. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! He asked me out! And I told him no! Am I insane? The man that I love asked me to dinner and I told him no! There's something wrong with me," Sara said as it finally hit her that he really did ask her out. "I think he's still working you might be able to catch him if you leave now," Warrick said. She got up, grabbed her jacket and her keys and headed toward the door. "I'll drive you," Warrick said as he handed her a box of mints to mask the odor of the vodka.
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Sara ran into Catherine in the parking lot. "Is Grissom still here?" Sara asked, hoping to God that he would still be there. "Yeah, he's in his office. What's going on?" Catherine asked. She had a look of confusion on her pretty face. "I just realized that he asked me out," Catherine smiled at that and let Sara be on her way.
She quickly walked to his office hoping that she didn't miss him. "Hey Sara!" Greg said cheerfully as she ran by. She didn't stop to say hello, but she figured that he would understand.
She finally came upon Grissom's office. She stopped and pulled out a mirror to make sure she looked okay. Wait a minute, what am I doing? He doesn't care if I look like crap, she thought to herself. She opened his door and lingered in the doorway before finally speaking. "You know what I just realized while I was drowning my sorrows?" she asked him, startling him a bit. He looked at her with confusion on his handsome face. "And what is that?" he asked, curious as to what it was. "I realized that you're not too late," she answered. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled right back. He stood up and walked over to her. "Now, this isn't going to be easy, but I'm willing to try," she said as they closed the space in between them. They leaned in for a kiss, but they were so rudely interrupted by a round of applause in the back ground.
They pulled away from each other and looked to see who was clapping for them. It was Greg, Nick, Warrick and Catherine. "Bravo, bravo!" Greg yelled. He was holding a bottle of champagne and some glasses. (A/N: Do you think they could get in trouble for having champagne in the workplace?) "It's about damn time!" Catherine added. "Warrick notified us of this joyous occasion," Nick explained. Grissom shut the door and turned back to Sara who was laughing.
"Now, how about that date?" she asked him.
A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update for a while.
