Chapter 4: Never Mine
I'm waiting . . . hmm . . . hmm. . . I'm tongue-tied and waiting, hoping and praying, so near yet so far, alone together, still this feels like the end. . . still this feels like the end. . . hmm. . . feels like. . . feels like the end. . .
-Aqualung- feels like the end
Sara cried for a long time, but eventually her tears stopped and her pain was over shadowed by embarrassment for showing her emotions so readily to a relative stranger.
She struggled to contain herself as she pulled from Maggie's comforting arms. "Thank you Maggie-" The silver haired woman smiled at Sara, crinkles forming around her silvery blue eyes, as she interrupted Sara, "Oh no, my Dear! Don't thank me. I just did what any good person would do." She laid a calloused hand on Sara's shoulder "If you ever need to talk again my dear, I'll always have a ready ear." Sara took Maggie's hand and with genuine thanks said, "Thank you, Maggie, I might just take you up on that."
The harsh beeping of Sara's pager broke the silence with its reverberating tones. Grabbing it off her belt Sara sighed in frustration- it was a good thing she had gotten to work early, if she hadn't she would have been in big trouble. "I'm sorry Maggie, it looks like I'm needed in the lab." "That's fine my dear, I should be leaving myself." She looked at Sara who had heaed toward the door, "I do hope that you and your Mr. Grissom sort things out." Sara froze at the door her hand clutching the knob a little too tightly, "I'm afraid, Maggie, that he's not my Grissom. Nor will he ever be." And then Sara opend the door letting it shut with a muffled click.
"Oh, child," Maggie said to the empty room, "He belongs more to you then to anyone else in the world." Collecting her things she slowly left the room. For the first time in her life Maggie Warden felt every one of her fifty-two years.