A/N: I haven't given up on my other story, but i just HAD to write this.
Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I don't own CSI.
How could he have left her alone like that? Why did he leave? Grissom couldn't stop thinking about Sara being held by the patient at the mental hospital. He kept replaying it in his head, imagining all the things he could have done differently.
He walked by the big fountain set in the middle of a shopping block downtown. He walked this way often, usually when he was thinking about Sara and all the things he wanted to change between them.
He took another step and saw something sparkle on the sidewalk. He bent over and picked it up, it was a gold coin. He flipped it over in his hand and examined it like he would evidence from a case.
Feeling childish he turned to face the fountain and placed the coin on top of his fist and gave it a flick towards the water. 'I wish…' he thought for a moment as the coin spun in the air. 'I wish things could be different.' Was all he came up with. He couldn't put all the words and feelings inside of him into coherent sentences, so that would have to do.
He stared at the fountain for another moment, admiring the water pouring out the top, then turned around. What he saw caused him to blink and rub his eyes in disbelief. The people around him looked normal, except they were moving abnormally slow.
He couldn't explain it to himself so he settled for telling himself 'You've really lost it now, your seeing things'
He looked up at the big white-faced clock on a nearby storefront. The second's hand was moving slow too. He stared at the clock and willed it to move normally, instead it completely stopped.
'What is going on?' His scientific brain wouldn't allow him to think that anything supernatural was happening, but Grissom was in denial about a lot of things.
He stood there, looking around at a frozen world. 'Everything will be back to normal in a minute or two, just wait it out' he thought.
And yet again, hoping for things to be normal got him nowhere. Grissom's world turned white, all the scenery around him turning into a bright white light. He spun in a circle, looking for anything but all he could see was white.
'Am I dead?' He couldn't help from wondering.
Suddenly he found himself in a very familiar place, somewhere he stood just about everyday, in the interrogation observation room. He looked around and saw Sara standing next to him, listening intently to what somebody was saying in interrogation. That somebody was him. A younger him, but all the same it was defiantly him.
He tuned into what the younger him was saying and instantly remembered the speech.
The younger him was saying, "…The only time we ever touch other people is when we're wearing latex gloves. We wake up one day and realize that for 50 years we haven't really lived at all. Then all the sudden we get another chance. Somebody young and beautiful comes along, somebody we could care about, she offers us a new life, with her. But we have a big decision to make, right? We have to risk everything we've worked for to have her. I couldn't do it. But you did. You risked it all, and she showed you a wonderful life, didn't she? But then she took it away and gave it to somebody else. And you were lost, so you took her life. You killed them both and now you have nothing."
"I'm still here." Dr. Lurie said.
"Are you?"
The room froze again and started spinning. The next thing Grissom knew he was sitting at the table, watching Dr. Lurie and his lawyer exit the room. Brass gave him a sad smile and left shortly after.
'She heard' was the first thing he could think. He sat there for a long moment and heard a door slam. 'Sara' he got up and walked out of the room.
'I was sent to this moment for a reason, whether this is a dream or not' he thought chasing after her. She already had a good head start on him but he was able to run and catch up to her.
"Sara."
"Leave me alone" she whined.
"No. I won't make the same mistake twice."
"Twice?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Never mind that. We need to talk."
"About what, Grissom? I've already heard enough of what you have to say."
"There's more to it than what you heard."
"Would you like me to go get Dr. Lurie so you could tell him?"
He sighed 'this is going down the drain fast' he thought. "At least let me talk to you about it over dinner?" he said.
"Fine. Pick me up at 5." She couldn't explain to herself why she agreed, but something in his eyes told her that he really wanted this.
She left Grissom staring after her in disbelief.
Should I write their dinner or just flash back to the future? Review.
