CSI:HAWAIIAN VACATION
Chapter 12
Grissom awoke to the sound of a door shutting and slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room.
At first he couldn't figure out where he was or why he was there, but then he remembered that he was on vacation in Hawaii and that...
He quickly turned to his right to see the other side of the bed empty and looked over at the bathroom door to see it closed and the sound of water running in the shower.
He sighed and looked around the room. It was painted light yellow, with elaborately painted palm trees painted in the corners. And throughout the room, butterflies were painted high, near the ceiling and on the other side of the bed, a couple feet over was a small reading section with tiny colorful wood butterflied hanging from the ceiling.
He froze in the bed, not knowing what to do next...was he brave enough to walk out of the room in his shorts and t-shirt for all the team to see.
He rolled his eyes and thought what a stupid thing to be worried about.
~But I've never been totally casual around them, won't it come as a shock?~ He brushed the thought away and decided he'd wait for Sara to come out and in the meantime would sit on one of the chairs and read a few pages of his new entymology text.
He pushed the covers up and got up and went over to the door, and picked up his travel bag off the floor, rummaged through it and pulled the book out.
Just as he turned to go over and sit, the water in the bathroom stopped and he froze a moment.
~You know your acting like an idiot. Every sound that's made makes you jump. Calm down and stop worrying about everything.~
He sat down and opened the book and started reading.
He smiled when he heard the hair dryer come on and stopped reading and looked at the door.
~I'd love to see what she looks like with her hair wet. Just see Sara as Sara, maybe that would give me the little nudge I need to talk to her.~
He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
~She deserves so much more than me. I pushed her away for so long, yet somehow she still wants me, and now that I know that I love her, I'm more afraid to talk to her about the simplest things than it was when we were angry at eachother. I'm going to to something today...I'll fix breakfast for us. Hopefully no one else is up yet.~
He looked around the room and smiled when he saw a butterfly clock on the wall.
"6:45" he murmered and set down the book as he heard the door unlocking.
Sara stepped out, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a yellow spagetti strap shirt. Her hair was blown straight, but it still curled a bit at the ends.
She looked over at the bed and blinked her eyes and scanned the room.
She flinched when she noticed me sitting in the chair looking over at her and smiled lightly and said, "Um, morning."
I smiled and stood, "Morning Sara. Sleep well?"
She smirked and said, "Uh yeah, just great, um...well I'm gonna go get something to eat."
I stood there a moment, and as she reached for the doorknob I stepped forward and said, "Well, do you want to go out for breakfast?"
She turned and looked at me a moment, looking perplexed she shook her head a moment and said, "What do you mean?... Everyone else is probably asleep, they'd get mad if we woke them to go eat."
I smirked and said, "Who said they were coming?"
She looked at me a moment then pursed her lips.
"Gris, um...I'm not really up to going out, I kind of just want to stay here. Sorry, but no, you can go out if you want to though."
I held my breath a moment then let it out slowly.
"No, nevermind, I'll just find something to eat here as well."
I looked around the room a moment then walked towards the bathroom, passed her, then shut the door quietly behind me.
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Sara stood frozen to the spot, still thinking over what had happened a moment ago.
~No? NO?!? What the hell is wrong with you!~
~He asks you out to breakfast and you fucking turn him down!~
Sara felt like screaming and opened the door and rushed out of the room and to the back door, opened it and ran out on the deck.
She looked out of the beach and sighed. She walked down the step's out onto the sand and ran down to the water and looked out over it.
She walked slowly picking up rocks as she went, holding them in her hands.
After about ten minutes she was far away enough from the house to let her anger out.
She took a rock, one by one and yelled as she threw them far out into the water.
When she threw the last rock she dropped down on the sand and dropped her head into her hands.
She stared down at the sand as tears came into her eyes.
~What is wrong with me. This is so childish and so cliché that's its sickening. You don't do this, this isn't who you are, but why, why did you say no?~
She brought her head up and looked out over the water as a tear streamed down her cheek.
~Because you're afraid of getting hurt. You had a wall built up pretty well until the Marlin case, and then when he confessed...to a perfect stranger, a killer no less, his love for you and now he's doing nothing and you can't do a damned thing about it.~
She sighed and wiped the tears from her cheeks and slowly stood.
She hugged her arms to her as she slowly started her trek back to the house.
~Okay, one last time. If he asks you again, say yes, but if he breaks my heart again this time, I may never recover.~
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Catherine looked out the window to her and Warricks room, watching Sara come back from her little tantrum way out on the beach.
Catherine felt her heart clenching in her chest wondering what had happened now. What had he done to her this time?
She turned back to the bed and noticed Warrick was still asleep.
~Go back to bed and maybe when you wake up next, everything will be blown over, give him a chance to work things out...you know he will. He better!~
Catherine walked back over to the bed, layed down and closed her eyes.
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder.
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted...
Sara sang quietly with the radio. Cracking an egg and letting it drop into the pan.
Grissom still hadn't appeared from the bedroom. She'd hoped he'd come out and maybe she'd be able to talk to him.
She wouldn't go in too much of his business, she just wanted small talk.
As she flipped the egg over in the pan she heard a door open and saw Grissom walk out, a pair of jeans on and a black buttoned up shirt.
He walked towards the kicthen and Sara turned and looked at him.
"Your going to get hot in that shirt you know." She said, turning back to the pan and picking up the egg and dropping it on a plate.
He seemed to be ignoring her until he came up beside her to see what she was making and said, "Not unless I stay inside."
She smirked and said, "So's that the plan, you gonna camp out in here during the whole vacation?"
He smirked as he turned around and leaned on the counter, looking at her intently.
"Nope, I thought I'd do a little sight seeing, check out some volcanoes, go to the zoo."
Sara smiled as she cracked another egg and let it drop into the pan.
"Sounds fun."
Just then Greg came bounding into the kitchen and smiled sweetly at Sara.
"Hey Sar! Wanna make me one too?"
Sara smiled and nodded her head. "Sure Greg, just don't expect me to do it everyday."
Greg smiled, "I know that. So...what have you two been up to?"
Grissom rolled his eyes and said, "Drop it Greg, I know what your getting at."
Greg smirked and said, "Okay, so, Sara, did you see that game room yet. Its awsome!"
"Not yet Greg, if you remember right, I went to bed right after we got our things inside."
Greg looked confused a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh yeah."
Grissom stood and walked over to the fridge.
"Yes, Greg, you wouldn't remember anyways because of all those beers you drank last night, I'm surprised you don't have a hangover this morning."
Greg grinned and brought his hands up behind his head.
"Nah, I do it all the time, I haven't been hungover in a long time."
Sara smiled, "Hmm, I wonder if you come into work like that?"
Greg punched her lightly in the arm. "Watch is Sar, you don't want to get me in trouble with the boss."
Grissom poked his head over the top of the fridge door, then stepped away and shut it, holding a bottle of orange juice and milk.
"Too late Greg, you're always in trouble with me."
Greg smiled. "And that's the only way to be."
Sara giggled and turned off the burner, picked up her plate and headed to the dining room.
Greg followed after her. "Hey Sara, what about my eggs?"
Sara set her plate down on the table and turned around. "Oh, sorry, I forgot, one minute..."
Greg grinned, "No, it's okay, I'll make my own, you just eat those before they get cold. You need to eat anyway, need some meat on them bones."
Sara cringed and shook her head. "You'll never get a piece of meat an inch near my mouth Greg."
Chapter 12
Grissom awoke to the sound of a door shutting and slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room.
At first he couldn't figure out where he was or why he was there, but then he remembered that he was on vacation in Hawaii and that...
He quickly turned to his right to see the other side of the bed empty and looked over at the bathroom door to see it closed and the sound of water running in the shower.
He sighed and looked around the room. It was painted light yellow, with elaborately painted palm trees painted in the corners. And throughout the room, butterflies were painted high, near the ceiling and on the other side of the bed, a couple feet over was a small reading section with tiny colorful wood butterflied hanging from the ceiling.
He froze in the bed, not knowing what to do next...was he brave enough to walk out of the room in his shorts and t-shirt for all the team to see.
He rolled his eyes and thought what a stupid thing to be worried about.
~But I've never been totally casual around them, won't it come as a shock?~ He brushed the thought away and decided he'd wait for Sara to come out and in the meantime would sit on one of the chairs and read a few pages of his new entymology text.
He pushed the covers up and got up and went over to the door, and picked up his travel bag off the floor, rummaged through it and pulled the book out.
Just as he turned to go over and sit, the water in the bathroom stopped and he froze a moment.
~You know your acting like an idiot. Every sound that's made makes you jump. Calm down and stop worrying about everything.~
He sat down and opened the book and started reading.
He smiled when he heard the hair dryer come on and stopped reading and looked at the door.
~I'd love to see what she looks like with her hair wet. Just see Sara as Sara, maybe that would give me the little nudge I need to talk to her.~
He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
~She deserves so much more than me. I pushed her away for so long, yet somehow she still wants me, and now that I know that I love her, I'm more afraid to talk to her about the simplest things than it was when we were angry at eachother. I'm going to to something today...I'll fix breakfast for us. Hopefully no one else is up yet.~
He looked around the room and smiled when he saw a butterfly clock on the wall.
"6:45" he murmered and set down the book as he heard the door unlocking.
Sara stepped out, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a yellow spagetti strap shirt. Her hair was blown straight, but it still curled a bit at the ends.
She looked over at the bed and blinked her eyes and scanned the room.
She flinched when she noticed me sitting in the chair looking over at her and smiled lightly and said, "Um, morning."
I smiled and stood, "Morning Sara. Sleep well?"
She smirked and said, "Uh yeah, just great, um...well I'm gonna go get something to eat."
I stood there a moment, and as she reached for the doorknob I stepped forward and said, "Well, do you want to go out for breakfast?"
She turned and looked at me a moment, looking perplexed she shook her head a moment and said, "What do you mean?... Everyone else is probably asleep, they'd get mad if we woke them to go eat."
I smirked and said, "Who said they were coming?"
She looked at me a moment then pursed her lips.
"Gris, um...I'm not really up to going out, I kind of just want to stay here. Sorry, but no, you can go out if you want to though."
I held my breath a moment then let it out slowly.
"No, nevermind, I'll just find something to eat here as well."
I looked around the room a moment then walked towards the bathroom, passed her, then shut the door quietly behind me.
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Sara stood frozen to the spot, still thinking over what had happened a moment ago.
~No? NO?!? What the hell is wrong with you!~
~He asks you out to breakfast and you fucking turn him down!~
Sara felt like screaming and opened the door and rushed out of the room and to the back door, opened it and ran out on the deck.
She looked out of the beach and sighed. She walked down the step's out onto the sand and ran down to the water and looked out over it.
She walked slowly picking up rocks as she went, holding them in her hands.
After about ten minutes she was far away enough from the house to let her anger out.
She took a rock, one by one and yelled as she threw them far out into the water.
When she threw the last rock she dropped down on the sand and dropped her head into her hands.
She stared down at the sand as tears came into her eyes.
~What is wrong with me. This is so childish and so cliché that's its sickening. You don't do this, this isn't who you are, but why, why did you say no?~
She brought her head up and looked out over the water as a tear streamed down her cheek.
~Because you're afraid of getting hurt. You had a wall built up pretty well until the Marlin case, and then when he confessed...to a perfect stranger, a killer no less, his love for you and now he's doing nothing and you can't do a damned thing about it.~
She sighed and wiped the tears from her cheeks and slowly stood.
She hugged her arms to her as she slowly started her trek back to the house.
~Okay, one last time. If he asks you again, say yes, but if he breaks my heart again this time, I may never recover.~
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Catherine looked out the window to her and Warricks room, watching Sara come back from her little tantrum way out on the beach.
Catherine felt her heart clenching in her chest wondering what had happened now. What had he done to her this time?
She turned back to the bed and noticed Warrick was still asleep.
~Go back to bed and maybe when you wake up next, everything will be blown over, give him a chance to work things out...you know he will. He better!~
Catherine walked back over to the bed, layed down and closed her eyes.
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder.
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted...
Sara sang quietly with the radio. Cracking an egg and letting it drop into the pan.
Grissom still hadn't appeared from the bedroom. She'd hoped he'd come out and maybe she'd be able to talk to him.
She wouldn't go in too much of his business, she just wanted small talk.
As she flipped the egg over in the pan she heard a door open and saw Grissom walk out, a pair of jeans on and a black buttoned up shirt.
He walked towards the kicthen and Sara turned and looked at him.
"Your going to get hot in that shirt you know." She said, turning back to the pan and picking up the egg and dropping it on a plate.
He seemed to be ignoring her until he came up beside her to see what she was making and said, "Not unless I stay inside."
She smirked and said, "So's that the plan, you gonna camp out in here during the whole vacation?"
He smirked as he turned around and leaned on the counter, looking at her intently.
"Nope, I thought I'd do a little sight seeing, check out some volcanoes, go to the zoo."
Sara smiled as she cracked another egg and let it drop into the pan.
"Sounds fun."
Just then Greg came bounding into the kitchen and smiled sweetly at Sara.
"Hey Sar! Wanna make me one too?"
Sara smiled and nodded her head. "Sure Greg, just don't expect me to do it everyday."
Greg smiled, "I know that. So...what have you two been up to?"
Grissom rolled his eyes and said, "Drop it Greg, I know what your getting at."
Greg smirked and said, "Okay, so, Sara, did you see that game room yet. Its awsome!"
"Not yet Greg, if you remember right, I went to bed right after we got our things inside."
Greg looked confused a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh yeah."
Grissom stood and walked over to the fridge.
"Yes, Greg, you wouldn't remember anyways because of all those beers you drank last night, I'm surprised you don't have a hangover this morning."
Greg grinned and brought his hands up behind his head.
"Nah, I do it all the time, I haven't been hungover in a long time."
Sara smiled, "Hmm, I wonder if you come into work like that?"
Greg punched her lightly in the arm. "Watch is Sar, you don't want to get me in trouble with the boss."
Grissom poked his head over the top of the fridge door, then stepped away and shut it, holding a bottle of orange juice and milk.
"Too late Greg, you're always in trouble with me."
Greg smiled. "And that's the only way to be."
Sara giggled and turned off the burner, picked up her plate and headed to the dining room.
Greg followed after her. "Hey Sara, what about my eggs?"
Sara set her plate down on the table and turned around. "Oh, sorry, I forgot, one minute..."
Greg grinned, "No, it's okay, I'll make my own, you just eat those before they get cold. You need to eat anyway, need some meat on them bones."
Sara cringed and shook her head. "You'll never get a piece of meat an inch near my mouth Greg."