Author: Jules524 AKA Scully34

Title: Untitled

Summary: Gil Grissom was my soul mate- is my soul mate. He always has been and always will be. We were never supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. The cosmos and the universe came together and set our paths in motion. It was destiny that a distinguished entomologist and a brainy physics major would meet one day, at the ocean.

Parings: Grissom/Sara. Rating: Not Rated yet.

Disclaimer: I am just a poor college student that doesn't have any money. Therefore I do not own any Characters from CSI, and I am not getting paid to write this, so don't sue CBS!

Announcement: Hello all! Sorry this took so long…it has been a zoo at my house this past week! Hope you enjoy this. Special Thanks to Sarah Makinson for reviewing! She has been the only one! So thanks again, Sarah! You Rock!

You know, I'm beginning to think that people do not like this story, or that I am just a bad writer. I am also thinking about stopping this because I haven't been getting many reviews…if you would like me to continue please review… Ok...on with the story!

Untitled Chapters 4 ½ - 5

We finally decided on Chinese food, and I took him to a little restaurant about three blocks away from the hotel. It was one of my favorites when I was shuffling between foster houses in high school. Everything in the place was absolutely delicious, and the ambiance was friendly and comfortable. It was in my personal opinion that Gil Grissom hadn't lived until he had sampled the food here.

I know I mentioned this before, but never before in my life have I met anyone quite as extraordinary as Gilbert Grissom…As we waited for our food to arrive, Grissom and I seemed to be comfortable talking about anything and everything. As I remember, our conversation topics were based on things totally random, like favorite foods, ice cream flavors, movies, and music choices. I was surprised at how much we had in common. Like I said before, I've never been one to connect with people outside of a schooling environment. I think that a lot of that stems from my childhood, or rather lack there of.

You see everyone that I had ever tried to open myself up to, had a funny way of shooting me down. The only people I had truly felt comfortable with were my brothers. We shared a bond that went far beyond mere siblings. Whenever things got crazy with Mom and Dad (which was after a while seemed almost constant) we always stuck together. The three of us would secretly slip into a mental "happy place" so we didn't have to deal with the yelling, screaming, the sounds of chocking and glass flying everywhere, and the eventual barbaric thudding of our father's own fists colliding with our bodies, whenever we tried to protect Mom.

One night, when I was nine, Dad staggered home drunk. I had spent the majority of my day playing with one the guests daughters in the main house at the Bed & Breakfast. Mom had fixed fresh squeezed lemonade, and packed us a picnic lunch. Mom allowed us to go to the beach that day, as long as we promised to stay close to my brothers. We had a blast; we stayed by the water for the majority of the day, only coming home in late afternoon to wash up for dinner and play a quick game of dress up and Barbie's. We all had so much fun that night that I completely forgot to pick up the dress up clothes and Barbie's from the driveway. Daddy had an awful temper when he drank, and in the middle of a drunken stagger, tripped over my toys.

I remember his hooting and hollering so loud! He kept shouting my name and cursing. I was so afraid; that I ran into my brother's room and hid under the bed with him. Dad eventually found us, flipping the bed over and shattering two lamps in the process. We were huddled in the corner, clinging to one another, screaming for Mom and my other brother. Dad didn't like the fact that we were crying, so he slapped us both across the face, and picked me up violently by the arm slurring and shouting that he was going to "Teach me how to pick up my toys!" He shoved me against the wall so hard that I felt my nose brake. The pain was so intense. Blood was streaming down my face, and I was now screaming for my Mom and brother…

Sorry about that. I'm back. The memories flood back, and attack me. Sometimes I just don't know what to do about them. The only times the memories have ever ceased was when I am near the water, or when I would curl up beside Gil Grissom, with his arms wrapped protectively around me. But like usual, I am getting way ahead of myself. I once told Grissom that I had a tendency to "over talk", or what I affectionately call "diaherra of the mouth." I swear, I must over think, or have "diaherra of the brain." 'Slow down Sara, and get back to happy thoughts of Grissom.'

'Happy thoughts of Grissom, where was I?' Oh yes! Dinner! When he actually liked to spend time with me and things were a lot less complicated…'

Just like I had known, our dinnerturned out to bespectacular! And I am almostone hundred percentsure that Gil Grissom thought the same thing. With a very full belly, I proceeded to argue with the good Dr. over who was going to pay the bill. After giving it my all, I finally had to surrender, and he paid because he would not hear of anything else.

We left the restaurant with our arms linked yet again, and made our way down to the pier to look at all of the boats docked at the marina. As we were looking at the boats, we could clearly make out the huge circular flashing lights of a Farris Wheel at the other end of the pier. Even in the darkness I could see Grissom's eyes light up like firecrackers and the huge grin play across his face. "Grissom, does somebody like Farris Wheels?" I asked with a laugh and a smirk. I looked at him still smiling, and he replied almost instantly "They are OK. But where there is a Farris Wheel, there is bound to be a Roller Coaster." Much to my delight, Gil Grissom grabbed my hand, and made a bee-line for the other end of the pier, just like a child being lured into a candy store.

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