Hi there!
Belle here, just wanting to say this is my first foray with a CSI fic...It may grow but for now I rather like it!
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Expectations are an awful thing, realized Sara Sidle as she stood in the arms of the person she had once thought to be her dream man. Prince Charming. Mr. Right.
Funny how a kiss can show you how wrong you truly are.
The day had been normal, well . . . normal as it can get for a woman who's dealt with dead pigs and exploding toilets.
She got up, showered, put on minimal make-up, dressed, and went into work. The case hadn't been difficult, open and shut, which afforded her the time to sit in the break room and contemplate the man of her supposed dreams. Gil Grissom.
The only man, so she thought, to make her feel alive. The only one who would want her, at least in her eyes. Hank, the paramecium of slime, didn't even want her. Of course, didn't that mean he didn't want his girlfriend as well? Oh well, guys like that weren't meant to be dwelt over.
It had been quiet, thankfully so, and the only thing she truly registered was the warmth that seeped from the coffee cup into her hands. She wished, just once, that there was snow. Not enough to close the lab, if the lab was closed then she'd go crazy, but enough to take the tarnish away. The tarnish from herself, the job, and most importantly, the life she was tired of.
Oh yeah, it was great to catch the bad guys. But you shouldn't have to know you love your boss, especially when he had once been a friend, and especially when he had eyes for no one but his bugs. She had sat there, tears streaming down her face and holding her cup of coffee like it was the last thing on the earth when he had walked in.
Come to think of it, Sara couldn't quite remember what he had said. Just that for a gloriously tense moment he had stared at her before pulling her into his arms. She had cried quietly, pouring out her heart to him and thought it would solve everything. He had leaned down, her heart hammering from the thought of sheer magic touching her lips, pressed his lips to hers.
She had expected fireworks, the feeling of his lips to ignite some hidden fire that only he could manage to ignite. But . . . it didn't. They were lips, gentle and loving lips, but still just lips. Grissom lingered for only a moment, pulling back to study her brown eyes that were full of affection and adoration. Like they had always been.
"I always thought . . . " he murmured, not finishing the thought as she snorted and nodded.
"Me too, Griss. Me too." She replied, feeling his arms wind around her and tighten. She didn't understand what he was doing for a moment. Then it dawned on her.
He was hugging her.
It took a moment before she too was hugging him. They stood like that before he kissed her forehead softly. He took a breath before speaking quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . . that . . . that . . . something didn't work out for us."
She smiled sadly, happy that she could get on with it all, yet sad that she was coming to the close of something that had been so important to her. She ran her fingers over his face before replying, "It's okay. We'll deal with it. At least we can be friends again, you know? Just . . . I'll be going home early today, okay?" she asked, tears pooling again as he nodded quietly.
And with that, Sara Sidle left work early to go home. Once there, she sat on her couch and cried for the expectations that never rang true.