A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Disclaimer in first chapter. I had some trouble making this chapter as long as I wanted to so please bear with me!
As soon as Catherine had shut the door, Sara let out an angry scream.
She couldn't help it anymore; All of the years she had just pushed aside her emotions were coming back to haunt her. She had to admit, that scream had felt damn good.
"So, Grissom sent Catherine to check on me. Why the hell didn't he just do it himself?" She whispered.
Without thinking, she picked up her TV remote and flung it at the wall that separated her from the old lady next door.
It hit the wall with a thud; Sara couldn't believe she had done that. Throwing things wasn't in her nature. At least, it never had been before.
Breaking up with Hank wasn't causing her emotions to go insane. It was Grissom.
The two had such chemistry; Everyone at the office noticed it. Especially Catherine.
With a chuckle, Sara said, "Yeah. She notices everything. Except that I'm not okay."
Her smile faded as Grissom invaded her thoughts. He had always been nice to her; He even took her out to dinner once, back when she was in college.
But after she graduated, things seemed to changed. They never spoke; Not ever. But one day out of the blue, Grissom gave her a desperate phone call, asking her to come work for him.
Over the next 6 years, he flirted heavily with Sara. But he never made a move.
Then along came Sofia.
Sara noticed that Sofia seemed to be on Grissom's mind. He definitely liked her, and when Sara heard that he had asked her to dinner, she was furious.
She shook her head as if to clear Grissom from her mind; She slowly stood up and groaned as her knees cracked.
"That can't be good," She smiled.
Once steady on her feet, Sara walked to her kitchen and rummaged through the fridge.
"No food. Just perfect."
She debated on whether or not she should go get groceries. Ice cream sounded perfect; Catherine had called it 'The ultimate breakup food.'
Sara grabbed her keys and jogged outside, smile spread wide on her face.
Sara scanned the supermarket, looking for anything that looked good.
She rarely went to the store; Most of the time she ate fast food; Grissom never believe that she ate out, considering her incredibly slender figure.
"Ice cream, ice cream," She repeated, walking through a few isles before spotting the freezers.
Just as she approached the freezer containing the only gallon of chocolate ice cream, Sara's favorite, a tall man pulled the container out of the freezer and dumped it in his cart.
Sara angrily sighed.
"Sir? Excuse me, but I would really like to have that ice cream. I hope I don't sound to rude…"
As Sara finished her sentence, the man began walking away.
Sara was becoming more and more irritated with each passing second.
"Sir! Look, I just broke up with this total and complete—"
The man turned around; It was Sara's ex, Hank.
"Asshole. Why do you need ice cream?" She asked, clearly ready to blow a fuse.
Hank looked around the store. He had no intention of answering Sara.
"Just give me the damn ice cream," Sara pleaded. "Please."
Hank shook his head.
"No," He replied in a childish manner. "I beat you to it."
Sara laughed. "Oh, that's how you want to play? Well, you were my boyfriend before you were that dumb blondes'."
Hank started pushing his cart again.
"I have to go. Have a nice day!"
Sara plastered on a fake smile.
"Yeah, you too."
Then when Hank had completely turned his back, she flipped him the bird.
"Bastard," She whispered under her breath. "'Have a nice day.' Go to hell."
She walked back over to the freezer and was extremely disappointed to see her choices were rainbow sherbert and vanilla.
"Oh you're kidding me," She muttered, pulling the vanilla out of the freezer.
She wandered around the store until she found the chocolate syrup, then headed to the checkout and went home.
Sara slammed her apartment door with all her might. Running into Hank had ruined her day.
She pulled out the tub of ice cream and the chocolate syrup; After fixing herself a bowl, she squeezed nearly the entire bottle into the bowl.
"Ahh," She sighed, sitting down on the couch.
"Oh what now?" She asked as soon as she saw the red light on her answering machine blinking.
It was a message from Grissom.