Infuriated, Grissom stood up, and was immediately followed by Catherine.
"Now would not be the best time, Grissom." He cast his eyes at Catherine, the oldest friend.
"Catherine, you do not just disobey direct orders. Aren't I the boss around here? If you didn't have to listen to me, I wouldn't be of much use now would I?"
"Oh, now they're orders are they? Grissom, and you don't just talk to your employees like..like they're dirt."
"Do not get in my way Catherine, not now." His voice dropped an octave, intensifying the meaning of his words.
"Or what Gris?" Grissom let out an exasperating sigh and left through the door where Sara was standing just a minute ago.
"Hey, Grissom, the meeting ain't over yet!" he heard Warrick call out to him. 'Great,' he thought as he tried to catch up to Sara's diminishing figure, 'now everyone's against me.'
He finally caught up to Sara as she was getting into her car.
"Sara! Sara, wait!" Sara heard the familiar voice, that golden voice which she dreamed would be saying 'I love you' to her, burst into Sara's thoughts. She realized that it was real, and that Grissom was about 50 feet away, trying to catch up with her. She yanked open the door and stuck the keys into the ignition. Finally, she just sat down in the passenger seat, legs hanging out the open door. As a song began to play from a pre-picked radio station, Grissom finally caught up. He stood in front of the open door, and saw Sara sitting there, slowly mouthing the words to the song.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of It's over
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All I was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
"That's a pretty good song," Grissom feebly tried to make contact with the detached Sara.
"Sure, whatever. What do you want?" Sara wasn't in the mood, for anything, especially from Grissom.
" I, uh, I..." Grissom felt his little guard begin opening the gate for this woman. Sara turned her head, lips puckered into the word 'door' and lifted an eyebrow at him. "I, um, I wanted to know why you ran out like that." He finished stumbling over each word as if they were stones, all evilly put in his path.
"Why I ran out? Oh, is that all?!" She fixated her eyes onto his, whispering in her own head 'I will not fall for his eyes, I will not fall, I will not, I will NOT fall for his eyes, oh they're so dreamy.'
"Yes, I want to know why..." For the first time in a long while, he looked into her eyes. Actually looked deep into her eyes, and peeked cautiously into her soul. "I want to know what I did, to make you run out like that." Sara scoffed, not believing that Grissom was actually saying this.
"You, you didn't even..." She stopped abruptly, dropping her gaze and tried to concentrate on the new song that had started playing.
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known
When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
Oh
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
Anymore
By myself
Anymore
Oh
All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone
"Yes? Sara, go on, I really want to know." Sara looked up at him, and the look she gave him made Grissom take a giant step backwards, both mentally and physically. Her brown orbs were lifeless. Grissom could actually see the hollowness, the black pit that was situated right in the middle of those eyes that used to shine so brightly.
"I don't think so Grissom, I would still like to keep my job." Grissom barely heard Sara's answer, he could not take his gaze off of her eyes. She blinked once, twice, and her eyelashes fluttered mildly before her eyes dropped, and did not open again. Sara had fainted right in front of Grissom's eyes, and for a moment, his world stopped spinning.
"Sara?" Grissom took a step forward, placing a gently, caring hand on her shoulder. "Sara!?!" He put one hand underneath her legs and the other around her back. Securing both he gently lifted the motionless form out of the car and onto the hood. 'Sure,' he debated, 'the scene might raise a few questions, but I have to make sure Sara's all right.' He situated her body so as to make her as comfortable as possible on the hood of a car. "Sara? Honey," He cradled her head when he received the shock of his life.
"Don't call me that." She whispered and clung on tighter to his arm as she began her attempt at sliding off the hood.
"Sara, what?" Grissom's head was absolutely blank. What was happening? What was wrong with her, what was wrong with 'honey'?
"Don't call me that Grissom, I know that you don't mean it. Now help me down." As Sara outstretched her arm once more to attempt sliding down, Grissom brushed it away. At her confused look, he winked. He wriggled his arms under her body, wincing at the hot metal that lay beneath, and scooped her up.
"Griss! No, put me down. You're going to drop me like a hot potato."Grissom laughed out loud at Sara's distraught face. He enjoyed feeling her lightness in his arms, the cute look upon her face, and then the warm smile that followed.
"Hmm," he mused, smile on his face, "I don't think so Sidle. Even though you are hot, but don't worry, I won't drop you. Now if you will," He stepped towards the passenger door which Sara opened with her free hand, "Please get in." Sara looked up at him from her comfortable perch in his arms, not wanting to leave the sanctity.
"Oh, fine." Sara grumbled and carefully slid onto the leather seat of the front passenger seat of the car.
"That's a good girl." Grissom joked as he snaked his arm up to the seatbelt and then across her body, where he snapped it into place. "Ready?" When he saw her nod, Grissom backed out of the car and slammed the door shut. He ran around the vehicle and got into the driver's seat, where he found Sara humming to the new song which was playing on the radio.
Go!!
So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea
"Hmmm, I just love this song." Sara contentedly sighed, as Grissom looked on admiringly. "Oh yeah, Griss, where are we going? Shift hasn't even ended yet." A more serious air replaced the atmosphere, while Grissom carefully fingered the steering wheel. Debating quickly in his head, Grissom finally decided to act.
"Now would not be the best time, Grissom." He cast his eyes at Catherine, the oldest friend.
"Catherine, you do not just disobey direct orders. Aren't I the boss around here? If you didn't have to listen to me, I wouldn't be of much use now would I?"
"Oh, now they're orders are they? Grissom, and you don't just talk to your employees like..like they're dirt."
"Do not get in my way Catherine, not now." His voice dropped an octave, intensifying the meaning of his words.
"Or what Gris?" Grissom let out an exasperating sigh and left through the door where Sara was standing just a minute ago.
"Hey, Grissom, the meeting ain't over yet!" he heard Warrick call out to him. 'Great,' he thought as he tried to catch up to Sara's diminishing figure, 'now everyone's against me.'
He finally caught up to Sara as she was getting into her car.
"Sara! Sara, wait!" Sara heard the familiar voice, that golden voice which she dreamed would be saying 'I love you' to her, burst into Sara's thoughts. She realized that it was real, and that Grissom was about 50 feet away, trying to catch up with her. She yanked open the door and stuck the keys into the ignition. Finally, she just sat down in the passenger seat, legs hanging out the open door. As a song began to play from a pre-picked radio station, Grissom finally caught up. He stood in front of the open door, and saw Sara sitting there, slowly mouthing the words to the song.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of It's over
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All I was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
"That's a pretty good song," Grissom feebly tried to make contact with the detached Sara.
"Sure, whatever. What do you want?" Sara wasn't in the mood, for anything, especially from Grissom.
" I, uh, I..." Grissom felt his little guard begin opening the gate for this woman. Sara turned her head, lips puckered into the word 'door' and lifted an eyebrow at him. "I, um, I wanted to know why you ran out like that." He finished stumbling over each word as if they were stones, all evilly put in his path.
"Why I ran out? Oh, is that all?!" She fixated her eyes onto his, whispering in her own head 'I will not fall for his eyes, I will not fall, I will not, I will NOT fall for his eyes, oh they're so dreamy.'
"Yes, I want to know why..." For the first time in a long while, he looked into her eyes. Actually looked deep into her eyes, and peeked cautiously into her soul. "I want to know what I did, to make you run out like that." Sara scoffed, not believing that Grissom was actually saying this.
"You, you didn't even..." She stopped abruptly, dropping her gaze and tried to concentrate on the new song that had started playing.
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known
When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
Oh
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
Anymore
By myself
Anymore
Oh
All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone
"Yes? Sara, go on, I really want to know." Sara looked up at him, and the look she gave him made Grissom take a giant step backwards, both mentally and physically. Her brown orbs were lifeless. Grissom could actually see the hollowness, the black pit that was situated right in the middle of those eyes that used to shine so brightly.
"I don't think so Grissom, I would still like to keep my job." Grissom barely heard Sara's answer, he could not take his gaze off of her eyes. She blinked once, twice, and her eyelashes fluttered mildly before her eyes dropped, and did not open again. Sara had fainted right in front of Grissom's eyes, and for a moment, his world stopped spinning.
"Sara?" Grissom took a step forward, placing a gently, caring hand on her shoulder. "Sara!?!" He put one hand underneath her legs and the other around her back. Securing both he gently lifted the motionless form out of the car and onto the hood. 'Sure,' he debated, 'the scene might raise a few questions, but I have to make sure Sara's all right.' He situated her body so as to make her as comfortable as possible on the hood of a car. "Sara? Honey," He cradled her head when he received the shock of his life.
"Don't call me that." She whispered and clung on tighter to his arm as she began her attempt at sliding off the hood.
"Sara, what?" Grissom's head was absolutely blank. What was happening? What was wrong with her, what was wrong with 'honey'?
"Don't call me that Grissom, I know that you don't mean it. Now help me down." As Sara outstretched her arm once more to attempt sliding down, Grissom brushed it away. At her confused look, he winked. He wriggled his arms under her body, wincing at the hot metal that lay beneath, and scooped her up.
"Griss! No, put me down. You're going to drop me like a hot potato."Grissom laughed out loud at Sara's distraught face. He enjoyed feeling her lightness in his arms, the cute look upon her face, and then the warm smile that followed.
"Hmm," he mused, smile on his face, "I don't think so Sidle. Even though you are hot, but don't worry, I won't drop you. Now if you will," He stepped towards the passenger door which Sara opened with her free hand, "Please get in." Sara looked up at him from her comfortable perch in his arms, not wanting to leave the sanctity.
"Oh, fine." Sara grumbled and carefully slid onto the leather seat of the front passenger seat of the car.
"That's a good girl." Grissom joked as he snaked his arm up to the seatbelt and then across her body, where he snapped it into place. "Ready?" When he saw her nod, Grissom backed out of the car and slammed the door shut. He ran around the vehicle and got into the driver's seat, where he found Sara humming to the new song which was playing on the radio.
Go!!
So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.
Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea
"Hmmm, I just love this song." Sara contentedly sighed, as Grissom looked on admiringly. "Oh yeah, Griss, where are we going? Shift hasn't even ended yet." A more serious air replaced the atmosphere, while Grissom carefully fingered the steering wheel. Debating quickly in his head, Grissom finally decided to act.