Chapter Eight.
After the two finished their ice cream, Gil cleaned up. Sara was staring into nothing, and when he came back to the table, he was scared of what she was thinking about.
"Sara?" Gil asked.
"Yeah?" Sara asked, snapping out of her thoughts.
"What were you thinking about?" Grissom asked, as he sat on the couch.
Sara also sat on the couch, "nothing."
"Don't lie to me Sara."
"I don't want to tell you." Sara answered. Grissom didn't say anything. Then his cell phone rang.
"Grissom." He said, putting the phone to his ear. "I know." He paused. "I'm busy."
"It's okay, you can go." Sara said to Gil.
"Hold on one second." Grissom said to the person on the phone. The he turned to Sara. "What?"
"You can go, just promise to come back as soon as you're done."
"Are you sure?" Gil asked.
"Yes, go."
"But I don't want to leave you." Grissom said.
"I'll be fine, as long as you come back." Sara said.
Grissom put the phone back to his ear, he sighed, "I'll be right there." The he hung up. He put the phone away and looked back at Sara.
"Grissom, I told you, I will be fine." Sara assured him as she read the expression on his face. Gil nodded, and left the apartment without another word.
Although, Gil Grissom should not have left Sara Sidle. She wasn't going to commit suicide, but something worse was going to happen.