Chapter 2: The Ride
Grissom 'signed' Sara out of the station and guided her to his car. Sara didn't seem to be responding to any stimuli. "Shock" his thinking mind stated. "Her synapses are probably overloaded at this point...maybe if I can get her some warmth.." Grissom opened the door for Sara to get in the car and he terderly tucked a blanket around her shivering form. It wasn't particularly cold, but she seemed to be freezing.
Looking into her glazed eyes he unconciously smoothed a piece of errant hair away from her face. He realized what he was doing and yanked his hand away; he had gotten too close. Without making eye contact with Sara he hurried across to his side of the car and they started on their way.
Sara sat in her seat, Gazing out the window. She could hardly process what had just happened. She had been pulled over on a DUI. She remembered that. Then she had blown .01 over the just lowered limit, so they had let her off. Grissom had come to pick her up.
Grissom. Sara snorted almost imperceptibly. She had thought that Grissom had stopped caring a long time ago. Then he had come to pick her up at the station. Somehow, something in his voice had shone a little ray of hope into her dark and lonely existence. Sara couldn't help but shiver on her way out of the police station, and into the car. Images were flashing through her memory, drowning her senses in her surreal past.
Pictures of broken glass, and alcohol, pictures of her tortured childhood. She shivered. The thing that she needed the most was comfort. No one could give her that. Then Gil Grissom had touched her cheek and hair. Fire had flown through her veins, making the butterflies in her stomach explode and turn into Pterodactyls.
The silence between them seemed to stretch for miles. Grissom was too scared of what he might say if he spoke, and Sara's mind was being ravaged by her memories and feelings.