Chapter 8: Far Off
AN: I had to rewrite chapter eight (the previous one just didn't mesh, and I was unable to continue the story if it had been left as it was.) and it is totally different.So the greg angle is totally gone. . . it might come back into play later in the story but I doubt it. . . Thanks guys, for all the awesom reviews!
To think I don't have her, to feel I have lost her here in the vast night, more vast without her. . . . What does it matter that I coud not keep her? The night is fractured and she is not with me. That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off my soul is not content to have lost her. – Pablo Neruda
The sound of the doors shuddering click, as it closed behind her surprised Sara. She had left him there. She knew she would never go back. She couldn't. She felt bent and broken, but Sara knew she could stay here no longer. She knew what to do.
Grissom had yet to move from where he had fallen after Sara's departure. Staring glassy eyed at the door where he had last seen her. His hands twisted together, mind whirling.
He had loved her for a long time. He knew it now. He had known it when he let her leave. Why couldn't he say it? How could he let her go?
He felt, suddenly, as though he were seeing into the future; he was old, alone, angry, bitter, and still somewhere in his heart in love with Sara still. Sara, he could almost see her, her dark hair now streaked with white and grey, holding a child in her arms, her grandchild. He could see her husband lean in to kiss her, and he could see her smile against his lips.
But then the scene changed, he was there as her husband kissing her lips and tousling their grandchild's hair.
The air left his lungs in a shuddering breath and the image fractured, and dissolved. He wanted the second. With everything in him he wanted to be by Sara's side for the rest of his life. He knew what to do.
"Where is Sara?" Catherine turned at hearing Grissom's voice, "Tell me now, Catherine!" Okay, this Grissom was positively scary, and Catherine (for once) was at a loss for words. She pointed in the direction she had seen Sara go. She was starting to worry that something had gone wrong in her little scheme. Grissom jetted in the direction she was pointing. Now she was wondering if perhaps something had gone right. She grinned.
TBC