An Innocent Love
A/N: Anyway, I know I haven't updated in forever but I couldn't figure out where to take this story. So, I bugged my favorite author to update and got the tables turned on me when she said at least she does update. So, here goes.
After leaving Sara behind, Grissom hadn't felt much like socializing. So, he made his excuses and left for some release on his coaster of the month, the Manhattan Express. Normally, when he was alone in the car, he would turn on some INXS or Guns 'N Roses, but tonight he rode in silence, thinking about this latest confrontation. He was confused as to why Sara acted one minute like she wanted to be close to him, and two minutes later, he was pond scum. He couldn't understand why she put such an effort into pushing him away, then got angry when he left. She was a constant puzzle.
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She couldn't do this now. There was no way she could break down right here, in front of everyone.
"Uh…Sara, are you okay?"
Of course it was Greg. He was so sweet and it was obvious that he had a huge crush on her. He always cared -unlike a certain someone- about how she was feeling.
"Yeah Greg, I'm just not feeling to social I guess. Say good-bye to everyone for me okay?"
She got into her car and pumped up the Alanis Morrisette. Nothing like angsty, bitchy whining to get her mind off Grissom. She hated that every time he seemed remotely interested in her, he suddenly backed off. Sara knew she wasn't the easiest person to live with, but neither was he. She couldn't understand how she could still be in love with a man who had frustrated her for so many years.
She continued driving on autopilot and soon found herself sitting outside his townhouse. How in the hell did I manage to end up here? There were lights on inside and She could see his figure moving around in the kitchen window.
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Grissom had just arrived home and was beginning to make himself a toasted bagel for dinner. He looked out his window and saw a parked car outside the house. That's odd, security doesn't usually stop here. Then, just as suddenly, the car pulled away. He went on making his dinner, then a slip of paper caught his eye. It was the poem Sara had written as part of her therapy. In was the only real window he'd had into her past.
Evil has no easy explanation.Everyone is evil and is good.
Sometimes we watch ourselves do something evil
Frozen in a scream that's never heard.
We cannot stop ourselves, so we go on,
Knowing somewhere else the horror plays
And plays and plays until we are forgiven
Healed by someone's gift of unearned love.
When someone has been tortured as a child,
Evil, like a mad dog, crouches near.
One buries it deep in a vaulted, lead-lined chamber,
But zombie like it stalks the world within.
It's strange that darkened children need forgiveness
For evil that they suffer; innocent.
But guilt is the trademark of humiliation,
Burned into the flesh of memory.
Love washes over evil like an ocean,
Sweeping over seething, fisted anger,
Drowning it in cold, unquiet depths,
Leaving you weak and weeping on the strand.
I wouldn't be myself without the pain
That twists inside like penitential dancers,
Making me the stage of some strange beauty,
Like no one else, the host of your redemption.
Grissom read the sheet of paper over and over. Finally seeing the message that it held. She had written this to tell him that only his love could outweigh all the hurt. He knew now that all he had to do was love her. That was all she asked of him. He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and walked out to the car. He knew where he needed to go.
A/N: I forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter and almost forgot it in this one. Anything/one that you recognize from the show obviously isn't mine. All the poetry, however is mine, if you want it, just ask first please. Feed my feedback addiction. FEED ME!