Chapter 2: Empty Eyes
One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea then the sea from returning to the shore.- Unknown
Sara woke with a jolt, dapples of sunlight dancing crazily over her bedspread as dribbles of sweat streamed down her face. Angrily she yanked the covers of her perspiring body, hitting the floor with a satisfying thud. She cursed under her breath as her feet hit the chilled wooden floor.
In her dreams she had been inside the interrogation room once again only on the inside on this time Grissom had said it again: "I couldn't do it" and then "I'll never do it- I'll never love you…" "Leave, I don't care. I never did. .. ." She could remember the way he had looked at her as he had said the words. Cold. Empty. His eyes, a frozen blue. A way that -in reality- Grissom had never looked at her. In the way she feared he one day would.
Slowly she padded into the bathroom, turning on the faucet, she cupped her hands filling the with the cold water, relishing the icy shock as she splashed it against her face.
The water still running she stared at her reflection in the mirror. A frown carving deep grooves in her face. She touched her sleep tousled hair wit a still damp hand. Smoothing it back, she chanced a glance at the clock: It was almost 3 hours before she was expected at work. Sighing she grabbed a brush off the counter and began to violently yank it through her thick wavy locks- grimacing as it ripped painfully through the snarls. Staring into the mirror she made up her mind: she had to get Gilbert Grissom out of her mind and to do that she needed to say goodbye. For good.
Slowly she set down the brush – her hair now tangle free and her scalp tingling from its violent abuse. As she turned off the faucet and clicked off the light she admitted to herself that while she could get Grissom out of her head getting him out of her heart was another matter entirely.