I'm
ready for my ice cream! And since you've all been so kind and
threatening, I didn't dare anything but to update asap. So, here it
is, and yes, I'm sorry, it's short and well, I won't be long to
update… depending on how well ReversedSam does in the same field of
course;)
And yes, I'm very proud of my cruelty:)
Enjoy my
darlings and thank you for all your inspiration and harsh words, I
love
it;)
Love,
Jellicos
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Chapter Seventeen: The drive
My head was spinning so fast I wasn't sure what the hell had just happened. But as I reached my hand up to touch my lips I could still feel them tingling from the brief contact with hers. I was sure there was a goofy smile on my face, but my mind and body where too focused on sorting through what had just happened to even react to anything right now.
She'd said she loved me, and then she'd kissed me. I leaned against the wall, just revelling in the aftermath of what had just happened.
Suddenly I felt as if someone had sucker-punched me in the stomach and thrown ice cold water over me at the same time. Transfer?
Within seconds I was completely out of my haze, looking around only to realize she wasn't there. But someone else was.
"Transfer?" I looked at him, ignoring the pain written all over his face for the time being. I would help him deal with that later, right now I needed to find her.
"She asked Conrad for four days of and the possibility to discuss a transfer when she got back." He said. Four days off? To do what? And what transfer? Why… oh god!
Tearing my locker open I grabbed my purse and car keys, ignoring everything else in there and not bothering with the time consuming task of shutting and locking it.
But as I reached the door, the sadness in his face was too much for me to ignore.
"Gil, I'm sorry, I-" I started, but he held up his hand.
"Go. We can't afford to lose her." He didn't look at me and I knew it would take more than just an apology to save our friendship. But right now, I had somewhere else to be.
"Thank you." I whispered before running of through the labs. Where the hell was she? The halls looked bigger and darker than usual. I ignored the strange looks I got while sticking my head in doorways and running past labs. She couldn't have gotten that far.
I peaked my head into the break room, but all I saw was Nick getting some coffee.
"Hey Cath, where's the fire?" He looked at me a bit worriedly as I scanned the rest of the room with my eyes.
"Have you seen Sara?" I asked, finally looking at him.
"Nice to see you too Cath." He said in a mock hurt voice. I was not in the mood for this!
"Nick, for the love of god!" I almost yelled. I could feel guilty about that too later.
"Easy." He held up his hands in defence. "She just walked past. Seemed to be in quite a mood, she didn't even respond when I called her. Is everything ok?"
"Not yet." I turned and ran towards the front doors. Please don't let me be too late, please!
Throwing the doors open, I ran onto the parking lot just in time to see a black Tahoe speed out.
"Sara!" I yelled after the car, but it didn't stop, and soon it was out of sight.
"Damn it!" My purse hit the ground with such force that I probably broke a number of things in there. The desperation was tearing at me, pulling me so hard in every direction that I couldn't think straight. Running both my hands through my hair, I turned my face up to the wind to get a hold of my thoughts.
My car.
God, it was so simple that it took me several precious seconds to figure it out.
I was halfway to my car before I realised I'd left my car keys and purse on the ground.
"Fucking hell Willows!" I cursed as I strode back, grabbed my purse and rummaged around in it until I found what I was looking for. "Damn it!" I pulled up my bleeding and stinging hand. Guess I had broken the mirror in my compact. Fuck that hurt!
Well, I couldn't worry about that now. Unlocking the car, I quickly got in and started, and in record time I was speeding through the parking lot with my bleeding finger to my lips.
It occurred to me that I had no idea where she was. She was upset, she could be anywhere.
Maybe she went to get a drink, talk to a friend. I had no idea who her friends where or where she liked to hang out. Fuck! This was not my day!
I opted for the only logical alternative; her apartment. Even if she wasn't there, she'd have to get back sometime right? If nothing else, she had to get her things.
It took me less than thirteen minutes to drive up to her apartment building. Half the time it should take. Thank god for busy traffic police.
I think I remembered to lock the car as I sped up the five floors of stairs, taking the steps two at the time. But I honestly didn't care right now. My car was the least of my concerns.
I was panting as I reached the top, cursing the fact that they hadn't fixed the elevators yet.
There it was… her door. I was shaking, and I knew it wasn't because of the five flights of stairs no matter how hard I tried to persuade myself it was.
Taking a deep breath, I walked on shaking legs towards her door. One more breath and I raised my hand to the dark wood. A third breath and… My hand was shaking as I knocked on the hard wood door.
Another breath, another knock. There wasn't a sound coming from the apartment. Maybe she wasn't home yet? Maybe she went to see that Casey woman? Where the hell did she say she lived? The suburbs? What suburbs? I was pacing now, trying to think of where to find her.
"Fucking hell!" Wow, I actually managed to make a dent in her door. Goddamn that hurt!
Her car!
I limped over to the window overseeing the parking lot. I quickly scanned the sea of cars. I must have missed it. I looked again, and a third time. But the only black Tahoe in the lot was my own.
Walking back to her door, I let my fingers run over the nameplate on her mail slot, sighing deeply. How did it get so complicated?
Leaning with my back against the wall, I sank down to sit on the floor.
I thought about the past few weeks. How not long ago I'd given Grissom advice on how to court the woman I loved. How she'd smiled every time he'd walked by her, the little gestures that had driven me mad with jealousy.
Then there had been the kiss. The most mind-blowing, knee-weakening, haze-inducing kiss I'd ever experienced. Just the thought made me stomach flutter.
I loved her. And she loved me. And right now I had no idea where she was, I just knew that she was hurting and that I needed to find her, to talk to her, tell her how I felt about her. And maybe, just maybe, I'd get to kiss her, just once more.
Her hair fluttering in the wind as I walked up to her, the big gaped-toothed smile directed only at me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Telling her how gorgeous she looked in the moonlight. How much I wanted her, to hold her, kiss her, and make passionate love to her. I didn't even wake up as my head tilted to the side against her doorframe.
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I'm sorry, I just love cliffies;) And it's time to change POV's so…. You know what to do ladies, gents and everyone in between. It's right down there –points-
