The sea air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. It had been a day or two since she'd been out in the daylight. With Greg and Catherine's help, she'd managed to limp outside without hurting herself further, or most importantly, running into Grissom.
She could imagine the way he'd have griped about her not being well enough to go out onto the beach and on top of that, be by herself. Actually…what scared her more was if he had done nothing.
She'd seen the way his eyes had clouded over when she'd pushed him away. She wasn't about to take it back either. She'd had enough. When first coming here, she thought she'd open her heart again. Give him one more chance, but…something had happened. She found her heart wasn't willing nor ready to deal with another heartbreak.
His touch was so wanted, but seeing that it took her almost getting the life beat out of her, she was frightened of what would happen once the cuts and bruises disappeared. Would she fade into nothing around him again? Would he look right at her, yet see right through her? She didn't want to know. So she brought her guards back up, straight and strong as ever.
There was a storm coming. She'd sat out here for two hours now. No one had checked on her. She found it odd, yet comforting. They didn't question her strength, knew that if she really did need, or want help, that she'd swallow her pride and call them to her.
The wind had been picking up for some time now. She'd had to pull the hair scrunchie off her wrist and pull her hair up in it. She found herself growing worried…she knew she wouldn't be able to pull herself up. And the storm was coming quickly. The water was rising and the waves crashing down with deathly force. Turning her neck slightly to look up at the house she cringed in pain.
"Yeah Sidle, your gonna walk your ass all the way up there? You can't even turn your head without feeling your heads gonna pop off."
She turned herself slightly and had to take a breath, and went on again. After five minutes she had turned herself towards the rock enough that she could use it to pull herself up.
"I'm going to kill someone once I get up there…may not be today, but sometime tomorrow once I get some rest."
She heard a knuckle pop as she strained to pull herself up.
"Dammit" she murmured as she finally brought herself straight up.
She felt tears forming in her eyes as her chest stretched as she took a wavering step. Still holding on to the rock with one hand, she reached up and carefully brushed it away. Taking another step, she knew she would have to let go of the rock in a moment.
She looked out over the ocean. "Oh God…I need help."
She turned her head again to look at the house to see Grissom running out the door and down the sandy hill to her.
"Great….of all the people I want help from."
In the next moment he was at her side, taking her hand, talking quickly. So quickly and run together that Sara couldn't understand a word as he led her to the house.
Finding herself growing faint she almost fell forward, but she found Grissom carefully bringing his arm around her waist and holding her to him.
Sara could feel the energy draining out of her. She fought so hard to keep her eyes open. Why is this happening to me….I'm fine. I…
Everything went black and the pain disappeared.
She could imagine the way he'd have griped about her not being well enough to go out onto the beach and on top of that, be by herself. Actually…what scared her more was if he had done nothing.
She'd seen the way his eyes had clouded over when she'd pushed him away. She wasn't about to take it back either. She'd had enough. When first coming here, she thought she'd open her heart again. Give him one more chance, but…something had happened. She found her heart wasn't willing nor ready to deal with another heartbreak.
His touch was so wanted, but seeing that it took her almost getting the life beat out of her, she was frightened of what would happen once the cuts and bruises disappeared. Would she fade into nothing around him again? Would he look right at her, yet see right through her? She didn't want to know. So she brought her guards back up, straight and strong as ever.
There was a storm coming. She'd sat out here for two hours now. No one had checked on her. She found it odd, yet comforting. They didn't question her strength, knew that if she really did need, or want help, that she'd swallow her pride and call them to her.
The wind had been picking up for some time now. She'd had to pull the hair scrunchie off her wrist and pull her hair up in it. She found herself growing worried…she knew she wouldn't be able to pull herself up. And the storm was coming quickly. The water was rising and the waves crashing down with deathly force. Turning her neck slightly to look up at the house she cringed in pain.
"Yeah Sidle, your gonna walk your ass all the way up there? You can't even turn your head without feeling your heads gonna pop off."
She turned herself slightly and had to take a breath, and went on again. After five minutes she had turned herself towards the rock enough that she could use it to pull herself up.
"I'm going to kill someone once I get up there…may not be today, but sometime tomorrow once I get some rest."
She heard a knuckle pop as she strained to pull herself up.
"Dammit" she murmured as she finally brought herself straight up.
She felt tears forming in her eyes as her chest stretched as she took a wavering step. Still holding on to the rock with one hand, she reached up and carefully brushed it away. Taking another step, she knew she would have to let go of the rock in a moment.
She looked out over the ocean. "Oh God…I need help."
She turned her head again to look at the house to see Grissom running out the door and down the sandy hill to her.
"Great….of all the people I want help from."
In the next moment he was at her side, taking her hand, talking quickly. So quickly and run together that Sara couldn't understand a word as he led her to the house.
Finding herself growing faint she almost fell forward, but she found Grissom carefully bringing his arm around her waist and holding her to him.
Sara could feel the energy draining out of her. She fought so hard to keep her eyes open. Why is this happening to me….I'm fine. I…
Everything went black and the pain disappeared.