Ooo! Wow! You guys are truly amazing! Thankyou for all the rocking reviews!I will try to put more emotion into it! Um...like I've said, I've nearly finished writing tthe whole story on paper, andI think you will be pleasantly surprised by the emotional parts in it! This chapter how ever, ismore GSR than anything...there's not really much othercharacter action, you'll have to wait another chapter to see the big guns come out:)Let me just say, I am the crappiest dialogue writer in the history of writing,I work with what I've got andI hope to God that it's OK-ish! lol!
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Em
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The Worst
Chapter 4
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When Grissom woke up and saw Sara still unconscious, he almost started to cry again. He had had the best dream.
Sara had gotten the flowers and loved them, loved the message. She had called to ask him to dinner again, he accepted this time. They had eaten at a fancy restaurant on The Strip, but Grissom didn't care about the food, he was busy watching Sara eat delicately. Watching her move around to him in a stunning white dress that flowed to her ankles, to ask him to dance. They moved so gracefully together and he leaned in to kiss her. When he had awoken, he swore he could still feel the kiss lingering on his lips.
He sighed. If only life were that easy. He picked up Sara's hand and kissed it lightly, turning it over and kissing the palm of her hand, he noticed a faint whit scar that took him back a few years. That was the first time he called her 'Honey'.
He remembered feeling so scared that she would reject him on that one word alone. But she never got the chance.
Looking back on the day she had asked him out, he wished he had said yes. But at the time, there was a definite possibility that he would be deaf before too long, who would want that in a man. Plus she had only broken up with Hank weeks before, he didn't want to be the rebound guy. So he stayed clear, said no and made up an excuse about not knowing what to do.
Truth was, he knew.
He knew exactly what to do.
The thing was, there was always that voice in the back of his mind telling him that when he was in high school, she wasn't even born.
'Damn age' he thought
He stood up, needing some fresh air. He lets Sara's hand fall to the bed, but still felt the warmth of it.
No one had ever made him feel this way, and he was scared. Scared but excited.
Once he was outside, he checked his phone for messages.
One-Catherine.
He opened it, somehow knowing it related to Sara.
'Got stomach contents back, sleeping pills. No concussion, just asleep-Cath and Warrick'
Grissom almost jumped, but instead ran into Sara's ward. Maybe, just maybe she was waking up.
He rounded the corner that led to Sara's room, then rushed through the door.
She was still asleep.
He sighed and took up the seat by her bed, taking her hand again.
It may have been hours he sat there, the hope inside him still burning but slowly dying, like fire without oxygen. He was Grissom without Sara.
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"Sara?" she had just started stirring slightly, the mumbling soon followed
"Mmm…help…I need Grissom…mmm…please, get off…mm"
"Sara? Come on, wake up" he didn't know whether to be overjoyed that the sleeping pills were wearing off or extremely devastated that she was having nightmares again. He stood up over her an started wiping the tears off her porcelain face, "I'm here. It's OK"
Her eyes snapped open, fear in every aspect of her face. She relaxed a little when she saw that it was Grissom standing over her. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt, effectively pulling his op half down on top of her and held on to him tight.
After a moment, Grissom pulled away, still holding both her hands in his. He let go of one, and essentially started touching every inch of her face wiping away the tears.
He barely heard it when she said it, but was chilled to the bone none the less
"It hurts. Everything hurts, Griss. What happened?"
Grissom moved his hand from her face and trailed it down to meet the other one at her hands once again.
"Griss, please tell me"
He sighed, he was dealing with Sara; she would coax it out of him no matter what, "What's the last thing you remember?"
She shut her eyes in concentration and when they opened they were oddly clouded, "A man came, I can't remember who he was…I didn't know him…or at least, I don't think I did. He did something, I remember a gun…and some tablets…he force them down my throat. Then he took me to another room…and then…I-I don't know"
"Honey, there's something you need to know before someone else tells you. I think…um…I think you're having nightmares about it…"
Sara sucked in a deep breath which, when released, came out in whimpers of "No, no, no, no, no, Griss, please. He didn't"
Grissom couldn't speak, he just bowed his head in affirmation of her greatest fears. Moment later, only her sobs could be heard. He looked at her and felt horrible for asking, but it had to be done, "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
She shook her head
"OK, well, your doctor's here, so I'll just…" he got up and went to walk to the door.
"Gil, don't leave me" she shocked him by using his given name, so he shocked her by walking to her bed and planting a soft kiss on her forehead
"It's alright, I'll be back, I'm just stepping out while the doctor does her thing. I didn't want to make you fell uncomfortable. I'll just be behind the curtain"
The curtain was drawn before Sara could answer and before he knew it he was staring at a silhouette of Sara being "checked up"
As he watched, he couldn't help but think that maybe because she hadn't mentioned the dinner invitation, it was fate that she hadn't heard him.
All the insecurities that had vanished when he'd spoken those words were instantly returning.
It was silly really. He was a man of science and fate wasn't science. This made him even more insecure that he couldn't even work out what his own thoughts meant.
Maybe he shouldn't ask her out to dinner. Maybe he should wait it out until the right time.
He made his decision then and there, he stepped out of the room, out of the ward, out of the hospital. He messaged Catherine to come and take over from him.
Sara didn't realise he had gone until the curtain was pulled back and she saw that where a six-foot man once stood, and much shorter female now did.
Not a word was exchanged. Sara nodded, letting the tears collapse from her eyes while thinking, 'Too good to be true'.
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I'm sorry…it had to be done! They will be together, just…not yet!
Mwa mwa
Em