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This story was written by me and a friend of mine, Jacquie. We hope you enjoy our joint effort. This is going to be a long one. We would like to thank our wonderful Beta SidleChick. Good job, KC! And thanks again.
Ramblings
Chapter 2
"Sara.." It was Grissom. "I love you too. I want you to be happy. I know I've hurt you too much, that's why...that's what this message is for…to explain, and to apologize to you before I put in my request for transfer."
She immediately picked up her cell. She hit number 2 speed dial. It rang twice before he picked up.
"Grissom."
"What do you mean you are transferring?" She was already on her way to his house. She couldn't let him leave. If anyone had to leave it would be her. She was the one that crossed the line. The lab needed him more than her.
"Catherine has all the details. Sorry, Sara, but I got to go." The phone clicked in her ear.
His car was in the drive when she pulled up. She jumped out and was pounding on his door. "Grissom, I know you are here. Open your door."
Getting no response, she sat on the step. He had to come out sooner or later and she would be there waiting for him. He wouldn't run from her again.
Grissom was in the bathroom. He thought he heard someone at the door but then it quit.
Sara had just about given up when her cell phone rang. It was Nick. "What is this I hear about Grissom putting in for a transfer. Do you know?" Sara looked at her phone stunned. She thought Grissom was just saying that to get her to back off., he was serious. "Look, Nick. When I find out, I will let you know." With that, she hung up. She decided to try Grissom's door one more time. She knocked again.
"Yeah, it's open."
She tried the knob and pushed it open. "Griss, its me." Sara walked into the house. He was no where to be seen.
"In the bedroom, Sar." He sounded resigned.
Okay. The bedroom. Does he really want me in the bedroom? His bedroom? She walked down the hall toward what she hoped was his bedroom. "Griss, I'm coming in." She pushed the door open. She still didn't see him. So she continued in a little farther.
Sara was about to get annoyed. He had said the bedroom and this was the bedroom. Where was he?
He emerged from the connecting bathroom.
"Grissom, why are you transferring?"
"Change of climate...mom is ill... "
"Are you using your mother to get away from me?"
"It's like you said. I keep hurting you."
"Stop it, now. You have the power to do that you know. All you have to do is be with me. I know you want it. I want it. I always have. Since I met you. I tried to stop, but your like air, I can't live without you." Sara started to cry. She knew that she couldn't stay in Vegas if he left. If he ran this time, she wasn't chasing him. This was it now or never. "Grissom, stay here. Be with me. I love you. I don't want you to go. If you do, I won't be here if you change your mind. You'll never see me again." She sat on his bed and cried silently.
Minutes passed and Sara started to rise from the bed.
Grissom walked over to her and sat down beside her. Gently he took her in his arms. Sara held him like the lifeline he was and cried into his chest. "Please don't go." she whispered.
Grissom closed his eyes and just held Sara to him.
"It's okay, Sar...If you don't want me to go, I won't."
"Kiss me" Sara looked him straight in the eyes. "Just kiss me." I want to feel you. " Her body screamed at him to make love to her, but her mind said don't push. So she begged for him to kiss her.
The kiss was tentative at first. And grew into a heated exchange of tongues. Sara ran her fingers through his curls. She pulled away from him nearly breathless. She looked him straight in the eyes again. She couldn't help herself. "Make love to me, please?"
