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Summery: Gil's life is about to be turned upside down. Sara has reappeared after a 7-year disappearance, but she does not recall him. Long presumed dead, Gil went on with his life. Now that she is back, he is driven to the point of obsession as he tries to find out what happened to her and where she has been.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with the characters
Thank you to: Dybdahl, xxxsarasbutterflyxxx, shakia and sugar230 for reviewing and to anyone who read the story
A/N: This isthe quickest update I have EVER done and its because of the fabpeople who checked out my story and the peeps mentioned above. Since I have never been to Las Vegas I don't actually know street names or locations except for things I have learned from watching CSI like 'Henderson is a nice place' andstuff like that so sorry for any mistakes to do with location. I will probs do a bit of background research.The next update will be up soon (most likely at the weekend) and it will be a flashback.
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They had been sat in traffic for thirty minutes in the middle of a shopping paradise. The car was on the edge of combustion. The morning buzz of traffic was overloading and the heat from the autumn sun was overwhelming. Hot whistles from the radios blasted in to Gil's and Ashley's eardrums and there was a simmering hush of the breeze. They had given up talking as their voices had struggled against the beating heat. However, the bubblegum pop was a sharp irritating noise.
"Can you please stop that?"
Ashley deflated the pink bubblegum, sucking in to her mouth; tongue made clicking noises; blew loudly so the loose wisps of hair floated around; her lips made sizzling sounds; her fingers frosted aqua and dream pink nails tapped; drumming at the plastic; another blow of air; a smack of lips.
He sighed, giving up.
"Chew your gum." She looked at him, sweetly smiling as if to say thanks and overemphasised her jaw smacking several times.
"So what do you do for kicks and stuff?"
"Kicks?"
"You know, fun…"
"I like to study entomology."
"No, that doesn't count. That is more of your job…"
"I enjoy my work."
They sat again in the quiet. Ashley stretched out the gum and twirled it around her finger and slotted back in her mouth. This time he broke the silence.
"I used to ride rollercoaster's."
"Why'd you stop?"
When he did not answer she turned her head, and gave him a look which was half inquiring and half 'fine, whatever,' but he just looked straight ahead.
"You are like something out of Fitzgerald, Y'know…" She gave him an apologetic look and a dilute smile, even though he wasn't looking.
"The man that can everything but love…"
His Adam's apple bobbed.
"Unless, of course you have loved but-."
"What time do you need to be at your lesson?" he interupted.
"In twenty minutes but like that's ever gonna happen."
"Look, we will get there, okay, I promise. It doesn't matter if you are a few minutes late…"
"No, it does matter because..." Ashley continued to speak. Gil semi-blotted out her voice.
A woman was looking each away waiting to cross the road in front. A woman, in the body of a girl, was trying to be invisible wearing grey slacks, a red jacket which was covering most of a long sleeved top. She was struggling with heavy plastic bags which dragged her arms to the floor. She stopped briefly coughing and brushing away a strand of hair that had escaped from the scrawny and greasy looking pony tail. She dodged between people, nervous of them as ifthey were a pack of dogs, teasing, laughing. Yipping.
The world went silent, or Gil became deaf. He couldn't breathe and delicious new rush of blood to his brain and he felt like he was floating for a second. Heart exploding. A thousand thoughts ran as if they were written on ribbons being pulled through his mind.
Sara?
Ashley turned to look at Gil. His face was the colour of ashes, which looked as though it had been drawn in charcoal, narrow eyes and puckered brows.
He saw large dark signs of sleeplessness beneath her eyes. The dark circles reminded him of an owl. Her body was contracted very defensive and weak position, like a bunched knot. Her face was a wonder of bleaching milk and her eyes were dazzling design of absent swirls and dead wood browns. He knew those orbs and although he remained poised and somewhat collected, but his face was badly stricken. Grissom seemed quietly entranced as he waited for his mind and body to intermingle. He pulled himself together.
He shifted and twisted certain things in his car; his actions were so quick and automatic like reflexes.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The car wasmoved in to parking space. Gil leaped out of the now parked car and looked at Ashley. He needed to know whether the sun was playing a trick on him or whether he saw her.
"I swear I will be right back." Ashley just looked at him and by saying nothing, she was speaking volumes.
The words 'red jacket' were screaming at him as he politely shoved through the crowd.
"Excuse me…please excuse me…sorry…sorry…excuse me."
The idea that he'd lost was inconceivable. A shot of crimson glinted about 30 paces in front of him.
She was there. He had to stop himself from reaching out.
"Excuse me, Miss," the girl shivered around to face him.
Gil looked at her. He didn't say anything, just looked with a lack of blinking. He was amazed stunned and shocked.
It was Sara.
Rich blue eyes pierced Sara's facial features which twisted at the sight of him. His throat was thick with emotion.
"Sara," he breathed out, lips twichting in to a smile.
"It's really you. You're alive," Sara's eyes were grotesquely wide and seemed to be bulging from her over-sculpted face. Far thinner and gaunt than he could ever remember. Her face was haunted, hollow and her skin was tight over her bones.
"I never gave up-." She stepped backwards, keeping her chin locked down.
"I'm s-s-s-sorry sir, but you are missssstaken."
Several seconds, hours, or maybe even several centuries passed—Gil didn't know. He was trying to figure her out but all he could do was repeat her name. Twice. He wasn't mistaken. He knew he wasn't.
"I don't know any Sara. Please sir, you are hurting me." She was frightened and repelling him. He felt her tug, and he had been so dazed he had not realised he had his hand had leached on to her arm, that he was holding her so tight because he thought that if he let go, she would drift away and it would not have been real. He had been spellbound and he did not want to break loose of her.
But he removed his hand which was bulging with blood.
No matter how intensely he looked at her face, he still could not recall this expression.
Was it her? If it was she was being cruel on the deepest level. Yet it was coming up to year seven of her disappearance. Maybe it was so desperate he was willing to believe this gaunt girl was Sara. Her exceedingly wide and astonished eyes glimmered in the sickly, sunlight.
"Sara, I spent 3 three years searching for you," he said in a voice that underscored his sadness. Anger then kicked in and he spat out "I'll go to hell before I lose you again."
"My name is not Sara." Her voice was very aged, very tired. Several people were watching them now, curious, including a member of LVPD. Gil was a civilian now, had been for almost five years.
"My name is Susan. Now I don't know who you think I am but…"
The blast of car horn pelted at Gil and his head turned sharply as if jerked by a cord.
He realised he had let his guard down.
She was gone.
Again.
thank you for reading... btw Sara doesn't have amnesia and its not her evil twin lol x