Okie dokie, here is the next chapter. Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been busy and the computer hasn't been working, so...Anyway, I hope this chapter comes close to making it up, please R&R
PS: If you see any bunched up/half words, please just go along reading. I had to use Yahoo Mail spell checker, and as you can imagin, I think it messed up. I did my best to scan through quickly, but I may have missed a few things.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI...If I did, then I wouldn't be writing fanfics about the CSIs snogging, would I?
Song Disclaimer: Driving Sideways - Amiee Mann, City of Angels - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Rated: T
Ship: GSR
Author: Alexx (Burnedtoast)
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Finally, Sara managed to shake herself out of the little conversation she was having with her mind. She had been doing that a lot lately, seeing as she really had no one to talk to. The only person she had ever really talked to was Grissom, but that would defeat the purpose if she talked to him now. Sara wanted a drink badly, and she was sure this would qualify as a time when it was okay. Still though, the thought of having her supervisor cover for her again was almost as horrible as the explosion. To put it simply, it wasn't a fun thought at all./i
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"You should be getting paid leave." Grissom said with another unamused frown from behind his desk. Sara was leaning against the door frame, broken arm still in a sling. Sara had obviously had a long morning, what with adjusting to life with only one usable arm. But that didn't really matter now. Now, it was mid-night and she was starting shift again. She could feel eyes burning into her back as people passed by. It was fairly obvious that word of the explosion had gotten around the lab, now everyone was looking at her and Grissom in a funny way. And it wasn't the funny way they usually got either, it was one of those "Still alive?" looks. The type Nick had gotten after he returned from the kidnapping. Sara didn't like these looks, they made her feel like a hair under the microscope. "I'm fine, Grissom." She said stubbornly as he avoided eye contact.
iDriving sideways
Taken in by the scenery
As yourre propelled along
And your companion
Will not help you to navigate
For fear she may be wrong./i
After a few awkward moments of silence, Sara finally opened her mouth. Although no words wanted to come out. They seemed frozen to the back of her throat, unable to be thawed by will. Like pepeanutbutter that was a month past it's exp. date. As her dark eyes moved to the white floor, Sara stuffed her good hand into the pocket of her jeans, still thinking about what she was going to say. Grissom, on the other hand, was rather engrossed in the paperwork sitting in front of him to make much of a note of the silence. Not that he actually liked doing paperwork. But if he didn't get it done, someone would yell at him. They always did. Using his index finger, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose farther.
iDriving sideways
If you roll down the window you'll see
You're where you don't belong
And your companion
Will not help you to navigate
For fear she may be wrong./i
"What are we doing?" She finally managed to ask, struggling to rip her eyes away from the floor. Sara surprised herself by asking this question, seeing as she hadn't said anything of the sort for a long time. Feeling as though her heart was beating in her throat, she was about to close the door behind her. That was, until Grissom decided to answer her question. But the answer he came up with, made the brunette's heart sink. "Solving crimes." Was the answer the man behind the desk handed the poor girl at the door. That wasn't what she was looking for, that wasn't anywhere near the answer she was looking for. Choking back a quick exhail, she could feel salty water beginning to build up in her eyes. Shaking her head, she rolled brown hues before turning and walking out the door. Feet clunking against the cold floor with each hurried step she took, Sara got as far away from Grissom's office as possible.
Finally, Grissom looked up from his paper work. Blue eyes falling upon the now empty spot that Sara had stood moments before. Placing the pen he was using on a sheet of paper in front of him, he sighed whilst rubbing the bridge of his nose. Somehow, he knew that Sara was looking for a different answer, one that he couldn't give. He desperately to, but nothing he did could help get it out. He knew she was upset with him, but she would never leave him...Right?
biStupid question! Why did you ask him something like that? You know he'd never give you the answer you wanted/i/b
She could ask as many times as she wanted, but no answer wanted to pop up in her mind. Sara could have simply walked by with a short "Hey", and she would have been in the clear. But no, she had to ask that dumb question and make it awkward again. Not like he would ever notice. Why would he start to notice now? It was just so much easier to deal with when she didn't talk.
Once she came to an empty corridor, one that she was sure would be deserted for at least another ten minutes, an exhail sliped over her lips. Brown eyes darted around the hallway, falling upon nothing but cold metal and more extra equipment. She leaned against the wall, allowing her weight to be shifted so she could take a more relaxed position.
Sara wasn't sure if he would ever give her the answer she wanted, but she had the idea that he wouldn't. Maybe it was time to go home. Back to San Fransisco the ghosts that haunted her there, wern't as bad as what she was subjected to here.
ibSo what if he doesn't see it/b/i
iBut if he can't see me, I don't have any reason to stay./i
ibYou have other friends here you know. /b/i
iIt wouldn't be worth staying behind for them, if I have to be around him every day like that.../i
Perhaps it was time to move on. Time to look past what she wanted and find something else.
Thinking back, the brunette recalled an offer she had received that would allow her to go back to San Fransiscoe a job waiting for her. Previously, she had cast it aside without a second thought, but now, it didn't seem like such a bad thing...
iAnd I don't ever wanna feel.
Like I did that day.
Take me to the place I love.
Take me all the way./i
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Sara was in the door frame once more, looking upon him before she spoke. "Grissom." She said simply, hoping to call his attention to her before she layed down the news. News that, she thought, wouldn't matter much to him. At the sound of her voice, he looked up, blue eyes resting on her tall figure.
"I-I got a letter in the mail yesterday..." She began, taking a few steps into the room. "They've invited me back to San Fransisco." she finished simply, glancing around the room briefly before fixing her dark hues on him again.
Grissom's mouth was hanging slightly open, in a half gasp kind of way. "You told them 'No', right?" He managed, looking up at her. But a slight shake of her head revealed what he had been fearing.
She was leaving him. And somehow he figured that a plant wouldn't keep her this time. "Sara..." He began, trying for some pathetic attempt to keep her with him. An attempt that would be entirely in vain, seeing as nothing seemed to want to change her mind.
ibI'm tired of waiting for you to realize whats going on.
Tired of waiting for somthingsomething you what we both wanted.
It's time we part now, and maybe later you'll see what I mean.
In the end, it would probably be for the best anyway./b/i
The almost totally silent CSI at the door spoke up, "It's probably for the best." Sara let another small sigh escape her lips before delivering him her parting words. "Bye, Grissom." And with a few swift steps the other way, she was gone. Perhaps forever.
His mind was blank, except for the conversation that was just held. That was all that was going through his mind right now. A conversation that would most likely haunt him forever.
Sara on the other hand, had eyes already burning with tears. Tears that she was lucky to have been able to have kept at bay whilst around him.
iIt is the right thing to do, isn't it/i
biIf you don't go now, you'll spend the rest of your life waiting for him. /i/b
iI can't wait anymore./i
ibNo one could. You've been chasing him for years, it's time to throw in the towel. /b/i
iIs it/i
ibIt's best if you do it now, while you still can.../b/i
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Oh! Clifhanger...Well, sort of...Anyway, I hoped you liked this chapter...