(Standing by the double doors, pacing and looking down at my watch every few seconds)
These last two days have flown by with the speed of Mercury. Our bags are packed and when the bell goes off, so to speak,
we're out of here. Sara is finishing up the last bit of her most recent case, which she closed in near record time. I think Grissom gave her the easy one because he knew she was going away for a few days. I'm actually surprised that he's not having any jealousy problems with Sara and my relationship. We kept things quite in the beginning, in part, because we weren't sure how he'd react, but I must say that I'm impressed.
(Looking down the hall and seeing Sara approaching)
Good, she's ready and we can finally leave………and she looks ravishing. Granted she's wearing faded jeans and a pleasingly fitting crop top that just barely shows her navel up front and little tattoo on the small of her back. Before we started dating, I figured she had a tattoo somewhere, and I took every opportunity to try and figure out where it was, but it wasn't until we'd "hooked up" that I saw it, and it was beautiful. However, a chipmunk would have been the last of my guesses on her choice of ink. Maybe a rabbit would have been more appropriate, or badger or other such furry woodland creature. Oh, God…….my evil mind. If she knew what I was thinking right now, thinking about her tattoo, she'd choke the living shit out of me. Regardless of her teeth, which she hates and I love, I love her all the same.
(Driving north on US 95, Sara sleeps as Jim drives and occasionally looks over at her, marveling in her beauty and the Angelic appearance she exhibits while she sleeps)
She's so beautiful, especially when she sleeps. Her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open and this completely peaceful look on her face. She's my little Angel. I know it sounds like I'm talking about a little kid, but its true, she does look like an Angel when she sleeps. I wonder what she's dreaming about. Is she dreaming about us? Is she dreaming about work or is she having that penguin dream again. You see, Sara has this recurring dream in which she's surrounded by penguins that are talking to her. She can never really remember what they're saying, but when she wakes from one of those dreams she's almost always in an off sort of mood. She said they're unsettling because she can't make heads or tails of them. She doesn't like when she can't wrap her mind around something, well, she gets frustrated. I know she likes to be in control of things, however she's far from a power monger. Me, when I have weird dreams I just spend the day wondering what the hell was going on and trying to remember as much as I can, trying to figure things out. Its almost like a game, like a puzzle of sorts……………figure me out, if you will. The thing that bothers me is when, no matter how hard I try, I can't get the dream out of my mind. Kind of like when you get a song stuck in your head and its there all day long and you can't get rid of it. I had that problem the other day. I woke up and the song "Broken" by Amy Lee and Seether. All friggin' day I had that song in my head and couldn't get it out. Not that it's a bad song, quite the contrary, but hearing that song ALL DAY LONG is a bit much.
She's shifting around now and mumbling something incoherently. It sounds like some foreign language, but to the best of my knowledge Sara doesn't speak any language other than English. I was serious when I said that I sleep with a tape recorder next to my bed in case I dream anything useful and as I root around in my pack on the floor behind my seat, I feel it and switch it on. I set it on the centre console and let it run while she continued to mumble. Maybe I could play it for her later and she can explain.
But as I look at her, in her most of serene of moments, I think back to the very first time I saw her sleeping. It was shortly after she came to Vegas and she'd been on a particularly hard shift, and even though she swore she was just resting her eyes, she was out like a light. I remember it was kind of chilly, so I took off my suit jacket and draped it over her upper body, which was tight and balled up like she was freezing or something. Right after I put the jacket over her she loosened up and shifted, opening her eyes only slightly, seeing me, giving me a sleep filled smile and drifted back to sleep. She looked so sweet right then. That was also the very first picture of her that I took, as after the smile I ran out to my car and grabbed my cell phone and snapped a couple of pics of her.
As I sat in my office, back at the precinct, I looked at the phone photos and smiled. I transferred them to my lap top and then had them blown up at the local Workman's. I sent her a copy of each photo the following day and she laughed, saying she vaguely remembered me being there and giving her the jacket. Odd, though. She didn't seem to care one way or the other that I had pictures of her sleeping. Hell, for all I know she's got pictures of me napping in my office. Sometimes I close the door, and stretch out on my back, behind my desk. Sometimes it helps my back for me to do it that way. Flat on my back with my arms above my head……….stretching everything. Its amazing how refreshing a short nap can be, especially when you're not all stiff and your joints aren't all tight……its great.
(After a long drive, Jim and Sara arrive at the rented cabin in Tahoe. She's still asleep so Ijim checksthem in and carriestheir bags inside their cabin. Returning to the car,he gently strokes her face until she wakes. Her eyes full of sleep, she smiles that same sort of smile from way back when andhis heart melts)
I know she needed the sleep as the last few nights, or mornings, depending on how you look at it, I've been bad and kept her AWAKE. However, since we're here and everything is inside and she's slept for a good few hours she'll be up all night which means I'll be up all night. Serves me right, I suppose.