Disclaimer：I am not connected in any way to CSI
Summary：Sara could feel the man's eyes were brightening as their eyes met on the reflection…
Rating：T
A/N：Thousands thank you to Rhee for the beta, you're awesome. Thanks a lot to Sil for support, all the time. And many many thanks to people who left me review/feedback, your small action really means something big to me.
Next Station：HAPPINESS ?
Chapter Six
Sometimes, we just choose. Choose to forget events which made we laughed were experienced, choose to pretend things we could not have were not existence and chose to believe people who loved us were always there. Gradually, we forgot that we still had a choice to choose, but did not choose.
Alarmed, that was not an accurate word to describe Sara's reaction when she heard the name, but close enough. She knew that that was a name which concealed a dirty secret behind, a name who easily took off somebody's life.
Somebody.
No, it wasn't somebody; it was a girl, a girl who looked like her.
It seemed her body was woven with green creepers and vines which grow from the ground and she could not move or she was too scared to move. Sara could see his face from the reflection on the big transparent glass; she could see that man was staring at her, and she could feel the man's eyes were brightening as their eyes met on the reflection, and that made her shiver and she felt her stomachache.
The black haired nurse walked near Sara and spoke softly. "Miss Sidle? Miss Sidle? Are you okay?"
Sara tried hard to squeeze a small smile out for the nurse. "Huh? Yeah, I…um…I'm…I'm fine. I was thinking."
The nurse returned her a smile and introduced the man once again. "This is Doctor Vincent Lurie. Doctor, this is Miss Sara Sidle, from Las Vegas Crime Lab."
Sara witnessed every moment the man made. He quickly came forward to close for her comfort and he hung out his left hand lingering in the air and waiting for Sara to reach it.
Be rude or be careful.
Sara was in a position. She had ever faced a large number of outrageous cases, but none of them made her feel intimidate like this. It as if she hung out her hand meant that she allowed the doctor to take off her life, and free. Looking down at that hand, Sara hesitated.
Than, she hung out her left hand.
Her heart beat quicken at the minute her palm touched his palm. Sara felt the heat spread and rising through her body by the connection of their shaking hands. The hand was bigger than hers, and the skin of his palm was rough, Sara could felt calluses on knuckle of his index finger and thumb. The feeling of the doctor's hand in her hand was totally and completely different from Grissom's hand. She had been held by Grissom's hand. Twice.
Grissom's hand was gentle, tender and protective.
Grissom.
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He did not feel hungry.
Grissom just used his fork to prick the golden muffin in front of him.
Looking every moment of dejection Grissom sat opposite to her, it seemed that she was looking at a kid who lost his favorite toy, no, it should be like he lost his only toy. Of course, Catherine was clearly that Sara was not a toy to Grissom and the way to solve the problem was not like buying a new toy to the boy that easy. Finished the last bite of her muffin, Catherine asked. "So, why did you bring Sara to Las Vegas?"
"She is a great CSI, and I needed her to investigate Warrick's case." Grissom did not bother to see Catherine while he was talking and he was still pricking his muffin.
"What exactly is the past of two of you?" He knew that Catherine was not going to let this great opportunity slip by.
"I gave a lecture in entomology at San Francisco eight years ago, that was how I met her." He sighed.
"And you two got involved?" This woman always knew how to get the main point when things came from relationships.
"No, she had a boyfriend at that time and I was kind of dating someone." He finally put down his fork near the plate and to carry his coffee then sipped it.
"You mean Isabel?" She always remembered those unimportant details.
"Yeah." Putting down his coffee, Grissom lightly leaned against his chair without looking at Catherine.
"Eh, so you two really had a life before." A cankered smile appeared on her face.
He said it out of patience, a little. "Yes, Catherine, everyone has a life, including us."
"And why did you date, Isabel?" She asked it while she was stirring her coffee with her spoon.
"Well, I needed someone to…um…to…" He always needed times to search for an appropriate word to say.
Catherine put her spoon down on the table and continued the sentence for Grissom. "To fuck?"
He looked at the blond hair woman with an unbelievable expression on his face. "I was going to say to discuss the life, Catherine."
After took a sip of her coffee, Catherine said. "Life isn't used for discussing, Gil."
"Anyway, we weren't that involved." Grissom did not know if he should glad that whether they have not been involved or not. He sighed, again.
"Then why do you care about her so much?" That was a familiar question to him.
Grissom's mind flied back to that day.
It was a raining day, but it was not romantic or fantastic as romance novels. It was the last day he stayed at San Francisco and he had a lunch date with Sara, and her boyfriend. Maybe God decided to help him to express emotions which he did not know how to tell or he was not allowed himself to show up in front of her, or her boyfriend.
So.
The rain suddenly poured down before they decided where to have their lunch. Sara suddenly stepped closer to Grissom before she awaked it. Grissom suddenly took off his jacket over her head to keep off the rain before her boyfriend had a chance to react.
And then.
"I'll go to get umbrellas."
That was all her boyfriend said before he turned around and leaving two of them staring at each other in the rain.
Unreadable molecules spread in the air during their lunch. With an unspoken consensus, three of them all artfully avoided that and carefully picked up safe topics to talk.
After finished their meal, Sara excused herself to head to lady's room.
"Do you like Sara?" Her boyfriend asked the question at thirteen seconds later after Sara leaving the table.
"She is a great student and the best CSI I've never seen, and yes I like her."
"I think you didn't hear the question clearly, Doctor Grissom. Do you like her?" Grissom still remembered her boyfriend got the serious expression on his face when he asked the question.
He knew that he had to say the answer that her boyfriend wanted to hear or the answer he needed to convince himself, then Grissom said. "I like her as a friend, nothing else."
"Then why do you care about her so much?"
His memories faded away as his cell phone rang.
"I don't."
Grissom replied to Catherine the same answer as eight years ago. Then, answered the phone call.
"Grissom."
TBC
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