CSI: HAWAIIAN VACATION
Chapter 13
"Wow, it looks like a picture." Sara said quietly as she and Catherine stood at the edge of the deck, looking out over the ocean.
"I know, I haven't seen anything this beautiful since my honeymoon, and that was a long time ago." Catherine stated turning around and looking back towards the house, leaning back on the rail.
Sara sighed and looked to her side, Catherine was facing the other way, evidently thinking hard, Sara immediately knew something was up, something had to be for Catherine to be so quiet.
"Something wrong Cath?"
Catherine watched through the window as Grissom walked into the living room, book in hand, and sat down on the couch, pulling his glasses on.
"Cath? Hello?" Sara softly nudged her in the shoulder.
Catherine quickly turned her head and looked at her, surprise written on her face, "What?"
Sara smiled, and turned around and looked towards the house. She saw Grissom sitting alone in the living room, reading a book, entomology book no doubt.
"I asked if something was wrong."
Catherine smiled and glanced at Sara, then pointed at Grissom.
"Something happen with you two last night...or this morning?"
Sara looked at her a moment, opening and shutting her mouth a couple times, looking for words.
"Sara, you can tell me you know...I want to help you and Gil on this trip, I hate seeing the way you guys are around each other these days. Ever since the explosion..." Catherine winced at the thought, and shook her head slightly before going on, "You and Gris have become something like enemy's. I've noticed since the Marlin case though, that things are a little different between you two, you're a little more civil to each other, and something I've also noticed is that every time you walk into a room, Grissom's eyes are suddenly on you, and no one else."
Sara swallowed and cleared her throat, "You know Cath, um...I really don't know what to think anymore. Uh...this isn't something I really want to talk about..."
"Sara I know that, you and Grissom never want to talk about anything that has to do with yourselves or each other, but you know what, not talking, and keeping everything pent up, whether it be anger, hurt, or whatever, will slowly kill you."
Sara bit her lip and looked up from the ground and towards the window and watched Grissom for a moment.
He was turning the page in the book, and started reading. Suddenly he shook his head and slammed it shut and dropped it on the couch next to him, and pulled his glasses off. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes seeming to be thinking about something.
Sara watched, her eyes squinting then stepped forward a little to see more closely.
"Sara, you guys need to talk, badly." Catherine said suddenly, startling Sara out of her thoughts.
Sara quickly turned and looked at Catherine.
"You know Cath, a big part of me would love to, but knowing how Gris is, he'll quickly shut me out before I have a chance to really explain anything."
She quickly stepped forward and walked towards the house, opened the door and walked into the living room, pausing a moment, watching Grissom.
Catherine smiled wondering if Sara would stand there so long that Grissom would open her eyes and see her.
Sara suddenly remembered the door and quietly turned around and shut it behind her, and walked a couple feet into Gris and her's bedroom and shut the door.
Grissom's eyes suddenly snapped open and he turned and looked towards the door, then turned back and sunk back down on the couch.
Sara rummaged through her bag, trying to find her new journal and smiled as she withdrew it. She closed her case back up and set it on the floor, grabbing a pen she sat back on the bed pushing the pillows up to lean against and opened it to the first page.
She smiled and on the thin black line wrote:
Sara Ashlin Sidle
She then, quickly turned the page and brought the back of the pen to her lips as she thought about how to start. She smiled as she thought of her opening line and quickly started scribbling,
Hawaii really is as beautiful as the pictures convey. I haven't really done any exploring or sight seeing yet, but I know once we
do go out, that I'll have a good time.
Everyone seems to be quite happy where they are. Greg spends his time in the Game room, playing video games for hours on end
and having a beer occasionally. He very much deserves this vacation, I sometimes watch him work in the lab and though most of the time he seems weird and at times irresponsible, he
knows exactly what he's doing and 99.9% of the time gets the job done,
perfectly. No doubt will he one day be a great CSI. Of course Nick has been spending his time locked in his (and Greg's) room,
either sleeping or looking through car magazines. I wish he'd come out, I've been quite bored and Catherine isn't always the
easiest person to talk to, I know I can always talk to Nick though.
As I've already said, Cath is not so easy to talk to since she always
somehow reverts the topic of conversation back to Gris and me. I know she cares deeply for our well being, though I can't really say "our"
since me and Gris are now, barely on speaking terms. This last week, preparing for the trip, our contact was almost as normal as
it used to be.
He talked to me, asked me what I was up to, and flirted at some times.
I loved that we were getting back to the way we used to be and was surprised as ever, his telling me I was beautiful, for the second time, but
I don't know what to do. I know he loves me, but it doesn't necessarily mean he's going to act on
his emotions. And to tell the truth I am so tired and drained, that I don't even want to
dare to try something to get his attention. It's all such a burden knowing that he loves me, yet I can't do a damned
thing about it. He'd probably tell me I was delusional and that I was turning his 'speech'
into something it's not, that he was just trying to get the suspect to
talk.
Another reason why I won't dare say anything... I don't think I could take it if he denied his feelings for me after he so
easily told it all to a complete stranger.
I love him, so so much.
I want more than anything to say something.
But I know that it is all impossible.
He 'Couldn't do it'
And you know what, neither can I.
If I put myself out there one more time and he pushes me away...I'll turn
into nothing, and I'll eventually fall of the face of the earth, so to
speak.
I love him.
I just wish he could see it. And know the depth of my love for how unconditional and true it really is.
Chapter 13
"Wow, it looks like a picture." Sara said quietly as she and Catherine stood at the edge of the deck, looking out over the ocean.
"I know, I haven't seen anything this beautiful since my honeymoon, and that was a long time ago." Catherine stated turning around and looking back towards the house, leaning back on the rail.
Sara sighed and looked to her side, Catherine was facing the other way, evidently thinking hard, Sara immediately knew something was up, something had to be for Catherine to be so quiet.
"Something wrong Cath?"
Catherine watched through the window as Grissom walked into the living room, book in hand, and sat down on the couch, pulling his glasses on.
"Cath? Hello?" Sara softly nudged her in the shoulder.
Catherine quickly turned her head and looked at her, surprise written on her face, "What?"
Sara smiled, and turned around and looked towards the house. She saw Grissom sitting alone in the living room, reading a book, entomology book no doubt.
"I asked if something was wrong."
Catherine smiled and glanced at Sara, then pointed at Grissom.
"Something happen with you two last night...or this morning?"
Sara looked at her a moment, opening and shutting her mouth a couple times, looking for words.
"Sara, you can tell me you know...I want to help you and Gil on this trip, I hate seeing the way you guys are around each other these days. Ever since the explosion..." Catherine winced at the thought, and shook her head slightly before going on, "You and Gris have become something like enemy's. I've noticed since the Marlin case though, that things are a little different between you two, you're a little more civil to each other, and something I've also noticed is that every time you walk into a room, Grissom's eyes are suddenly on you, and no one else."
Sara swallowed and cleared her throat, "You know Cath, um...I really don't know what to think anymore. Uh...this isn't something I really want to talk about..."
"Sara I know that, you and Grissom never want to talk about anything that has to do with yourselves or each other, but you know what, not talking, and keeping everything pent up, whether it be anger, hurt, or whatever, will slowly kill you."
Sara bit her lip and looked up from the ground and towards the window and watched Grissom for a moment.
He was turning the page in the book, and started reading. Suddenly he shook his head and slammed it shut and dropped it on the couch next to him, and pulled his glasses off. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes seeming to be thinking about something.
Sara watched, her eyes squinting then stepped forward a little to see more closely.
"Sara, you guys need to talk, badly." Catherine said suddenly, startling Sara out of her thoughts.
Sara quickly turned and looked at Catherine.
"You know Cath, a big part of me would love to, but knowing how Gris is, he'll quickly shut me out before I have a chance to really explain anything."
She quickly stepped forward and walked towards the house, opened the door and walked into the living room, pausing a moment, watching Grissom.
Catherine smiled wondering if Sara would stand there so long that Grissom would open her eyes and see her.
Sara suddenly remembered the door and quietly turned around and shut it behind her, and walked a couple feet into Gris and her's bedroom and shut the door.
Grissom's eyes suddenly snapped open and he turned and looked towards the door, then turned back and sunk back down on the couch.
Sara rummaged through her bag, trying to find her new journal and smiled as she withdrew it. She closed her case back up and set it on the floor, grabbing a pen she sat back on the bed pushing the pillows up to lean against and opened it to the first page.
She smiled and on the thin black line wrote:
Sara Ashlin Sidle
She then, quickly turned the page and brought the back of the pen to her lips as she thought about how to start. She smiled as she thought of her opening line and quickly started scribbling,
Hawaii really is as beautiful as the pictures convey. I haven't really done any exploring or sight seeing yet, but I know once we
do go out, that I'll have a good time.
Everyone seems to be quite happy where they are. Greg spends his time in the Game room, playing video games for hours on end
and having a beer occasionally. He very much deserves this vacation, I sometimes watch him work in the lab and though most of the time he seems weird and at times irresponsible, he
knows exactly what he's doing and 99.9% of the time gets the job done,
perfectly. No doubt will he one day be a great CSI. Of course Nick has been spending his time locked in his (and Greg's) room,
either sleeping or looking through car magazines. I wish he'd come out, I've been quite bored and Catherine isn't always the
easiest person to talk to, I know I can always talk to Nick though.
As I've already said, Cath is not so easy to talk to since she always
somehow reverts the topic of conversation back to Gris and me. I know she cares deeply for our well being, though I can't really say "our"
since me and Gris are now, barely on speaking terms. This last week, preparing for the trip, our contact was almost as normal as
it used to be.
He talked to me, asked me what I was up to, and flirted at some times.
I loved that we were getting back to the way we used to be and was surprised as ever, his telling me I was beautiful, for the second time, but
I don't know what to do. I know he loves me, but it doesn't necessarily mean he's going to act on
his emotions. And to tell the truth I am so tired and drained, that I don't even want to
dare to try something to get his attention. It's all such a burden knowing that he loves me, yet I can't do a damned
thing about it. He'd probably tell me I was delusional and that I was turning his 'speech'
into something it's not, that he was just trying to get the suspect to
talk.
Another reason why I won't dare say anything... I don't think I could take it if he denied his feelings for me after he so
easily told it all to a complete stranger.
I love him, so so much.
I want more than anything to say something.
But I know that it is all impossible.
He 'Couldn't do it'
And you know what, neither can I.
If I put myself out there one more time and he pushes me away...I'll turn
into nothing, and I'll eventually fall of the face of the earth, so to
speak.
I love him.
I just wish he could see it. And know the depth of my love for how unconditional and true it really is.