IMPORTANT NOTE: I suddenly noticed, that the first half of chapter 1, or so, was completly wrong in POV. It was written in 3rd POV, so I edited it to be only the view of Grissom's. I also corrected the title, from "Open hearted" to the correct title"Being open hearted". That was just that.
Just missing scenes from "Nesting Dolls".
Disclaimers: I do not own CSI butCBS does. So please CBS bosses, don't sue me for this. Please!
Being open hearted
As I watch Sara cry, my heart officially breaks by the sight of her. I see no other choice, than to get onto my knees beside her chair, as I gently pulled at her hand. It was still securely wrapped into mine, and I then brought her intomy arms. She went reluctantly, I can feel at first, but before I know of it, she clings to me, as if her life depends on it. I just holds her tightly, stroks her hair and rocks her back and forth from side to side. She buries her head in my neck, her body shakes violently with each heart-breaking sob, that her thin frame lets out and just holds onto me for her dearest life.
My mind is racing. This is huge. This is very huge. Apparently Sara has chosen to trust me enough, to keep her life's secret safe with me. The fact that her mother had killed her father, after enduring years of abuse from him, and the fact that the then little 12-year-old Sara's life had changed in that instant. The fact that instead of being a normal preteen, she had been forced to grow up faster than she should. This beautiful wonderful Sara that I hold strong in my arms… No wonder she feel so strongly about wife abuse cases. I just hold her until she has stopped shaking, and the sobbing has graduated into small whimpers and sniffling. Her head is still buried in my neck. By now my knees is beginning to hurt, so I pulls her with me over to the couch, where I sit down and maneuvers her onto my lap. Ibrings her up, so that I can encircle all of her, and then just holds her close. But not before making sure, that she can hear my heartbeat, by placing her head gently, over the spot on my chest, where my heart is located. I proceeds to run my fingers through her silky brown hair. Some while later, after silence and small sniffling whimpers from Sara, the woman in question slowly lifts her head. She swipes at her eyes before she turns her head. I'm met with red puffy chocolate brown eyes.
She looks a little ashamed and unsure of what to do. There's still tear streaks on her cheeks, and by some strange thing, that face of hers, right there, is the most beautiful that I have ever seen in my life. I have never seen her like this. She totally vulnerable, and by looking her into her eyes, you can practically look right into the soul behind her eyes. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, as if she's not sure what to say now. And it appears that she's trying to come up with something to say.
"It's okay Sara." I tell her. "You don't have to apologize, be embarrassed or explain yourself further." I use my hand to dry off the remaining tears from her cheeks. "But I have to say this. I am so honored that you trusted me enough to tell me what you have just told me. It must have been so hard on you. I know that I haven't done much, lately, to even earn this enormous trust from you. And I'll tell you this. I am so very proud of you right now. I'm proud of knowing such a strong woman such as yourself."
She just looks at me wide eyed, as if she can't believe what I just said.
"You…" She then begins, biting her lower lip nervously. "You won't tell the others about this won't you?" She asks in a small voice.
"No I won't." I assure her. "You secret is safe with me. It's totally up to yourself to decide, when you feel strong, and secure enough, to tell them yourself."
"Thank you so much." She breathes a sigh of relief. She then buries her head in my neck again as she murmurs something, that I have to strain my ears to hear. "It means so much to me, that you wouldn't believe it."
"Don't mention it Sara." I tell her. "That's what friends are for, and I really need to start being your friend again." I kiss her softly on top of her head after saying that to her. "Now why don't you sit tight, while I make us some coffee? And then we need to really talk. Or more, I have a few things that I need to tell you about." I feel her nod of affirmation, and she moves reluctantly, I can tell, of my lap to sit on the couch.
I stand and move to the kitchen area. I hear her direct me to where her coffee stash, plus filters, is located in her kitchen. After starting a pot, I turn around to face her. She's sitting there, eyes fixed on me and wearing a tentative small smile. I send one back her way and her smile widens a bit: A very beautiful smile indeed.
Now we just need to have this talk, since I have so much on my chest to unload. And I really need that right about now.
This is NOT the end of it. I have much more ideas for more to this story. Be patient for updates, since I'm busy at the moment, and have not much time to write.
I'd love rewievs.