A New Life
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Grissom/Sara; Warrick/Catherine; maybe others later on
Spoilers: umm…everything up to the shift change in Season 5
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI in any way, shape, or form; only the plot of this story
Summery: Grissom and Sara are finally starting things up when someone new enters both of their lives. How is he related to Sara's past and what is she going to do about it?
Chapter 4: Past and Present
Moonlight shined through the paneled windows that lined the sides of the small cabin, the light reflecting on the frail boy's fiery hair. The boy let out a deep breath nervously. Father Michael walked up to him, tray of fruit and instant macaroni and cheese in hand. Handing the tray over, the priest watched the boy pick at the food. He furrowed his eyebrows, studying his thin form. No boy should be this thin, regardless of age.
'What happened to you?' He thought, not for the first time.
Silence filled the truck as the two CSI stared ahead, one driving and the other lost in thought. Grissom drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, whistling silently while trying to gather the courage to ask the woman next to him to dinner.
'Dammit! It should be this hard!' He glanced nervously over at his companion, 'We're dating Gil! Get a grip, its just Sara!' He scoffed at that thought, it wasn't just Sara. Nothing was just Sara. Sara was special, was different, was important…Sara was everything, and there was no way he could or would change that.
Grissom sighed and fidgeted in the leather seat. Taking a deep breath he looked over to his right to see the said woman looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a small, smug smile.
He blinked. 'Was I thinking out loud?'
His cheeks burned as he stuttered out the invitation. Sara's smile grew wider, a mischievous glint appearing in her eye.
She waited until he started fidgeting again before she accepted, pleased with herself for making him that nervous.
Closing her eyes and leaning back in the seat she reminded him they were still on the road.
Getting to the address Brass had given them they exited the car, grabbed their silver cases, and slammed the doors – all in perfect symmetry.
Brass shook his head as the couple started walking toward him. It still amazed him how in-tune they were to the other's movements. He turned slightly, looking up at the large stone church standing before him.
'It's been a while since I've been to church…' Brass blinked and shook his head, turning back to the CSI in front of him.
"What have we got, Jim?" Grissom asked curiously, looking around for any sign of a disturbance normally caused by a runaway.
"Boy's in the priest's quarters out back." The police captain answered, motioning for them to follow. The CSI looked at each other confused but did so nonetheless.
The cobblestone clicked under their feet, making Sara nervous. She wasn't sure why for she had always loved gardens and their, usually stone, walkways. The sound had always calmed her but now it put her nerves on end.
Grissom squeezed her hand, giving her the reassurance she never knew she needed.
Brass slowed down, allowing them to catch up, as the cabin came into view.
The two men hung back once they reached the miniature house, leaving Sara to knock and announce their presence. Raising her hand she was met with air; the door had swung open and standing there was a shrunken image of a man she had long forgotten or at least had hoped was long forgotten.
She gulped as the memories flooded back, erasing the present and replacing it with the past.
A young Sara Sidle walked into the San Francisco Crime Lab looking just as nervous as she felt. Dropping out of her master's program had seemed like a good idea…but then again, a lot of things seem like a good idea when in the company of a certain entomologist.
She blushed at that thought, walking down the hallway the receptionist, at the front desk, directed. Grissom hadn't forced her to do anything…he just had the passion inside of him that drew her when he taught at the lecture…and then when he spoke at coffee afterwards…and almost every day after that. Hell, he brought out the scientist within her. This, along with her newly revealed passion for forensic science and justice, is now why she was standing nervously in front of her new boss's office door praying that everything was going to be alright.
Just as she was about to knock, the door swung open and woman, only a few years older than her, stepped out. The strange red head smiled and turned around to yell into the room she just exited.
Sara didn't know exactly whatthe red-headsaid for she was trying to figure out what exactly what shade the woman's hair was. She was shaken out of her daze when she was practically shoved into the room by the said woman behind her – who was laughing either at what the man in the room had said in response or her own flabbergasted expression.
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a large desk owned by the man who was now her boss – a man she, like the mysterious red head, would eventually learn to love like a long-lost father.
Sorry 'bout the long wait, finals plus my new nephew – 8 weeks old on Saturday – whom I baby-sit on a regular basis. Sweetest little baby. : )
clears throat…Anyway, I have a question. Is CSI singular and plural or does there have to be a (s) or an (es) or something added on to the end to make it plural?
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