Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: M
Chapter Thirteen: Everything I've Ever Wanted
A/N: PLEASE forgive me! I have had a lot going on lately. Not only did my uncle and my grandfather both end up in the hospital this week but also my Aunt passed away so its been really hard for me to update.
I cant tell you how long I rolled in laughter with some of your reviews. Thank you so much by the way! I am glad you all thought it was good (well written). I swear I worked on it for like three weeks, writing re writing, writing, reading, editing rewriting. Finally got what I wanted! Guess it all paid off.
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI that would have been ME in the last chapter . . .
Have you ever felt like all at once your heart stopped, as well as time, and every moment in your life flashed before your eyes? They say when you die, that everything that happened to you flashes before you, your heart races but within an instant, time stands still, and your heart stops beating, you see the tunnel.
She felt like she was dieing, but if she was she would do it all over again just to feel that emotional high she was feeling at this moment.
Every moment flashed before her.
At least all the moments that really mattered.
All those touches, close kisses, staring in the showers, being attacked and holding the other so close.
It all led up to it.
It led up to this.
She loved him, with everything inside of her. Every bone within her screamed. Screamed for joy, for passion but most of all for the pure and simplistic reason she finally had something good coming her way. God had finally sent her what she had wanted. An angel, an angel to guard her, to protect her.
To love her.
But her throat still caught at the words.
What if he didn't love her?
What if it didn't work out?
What if they were only meant to be friends?
What if . .
What if? They were too many what ifs to consider.
She had never really taken a jump. Leaped off a cliff and hoped to God she could fly. But every once and a while, she realized, that fate could only take her so far. It brings you to the cliff, and you have to take the chance, let go and jump into the deep abyss.
She had found a love so pure, so sweet, and so amazing that it stopped time. The rain that was pelting down on the glass stopped in midair, speeding cars frozen in time. It was almost as if everything that was around her they had ordered to completely stop. Or as if they were in a different time frame, somewhere between it all.
She took his hand, cradling it in hers. She took her fingers, tracing the lines of his hand, almost as if she was trying to read his fortune, look into time and determine right from wrong.
"Greg why do you want to marry me?"
"Why not?"
She needed to know why he loved her. Why he wanted her so much when they were a million other women falling at his feet? What was so special about her that caused him to want to spend the rest of his life with her? She wasn't beautiful or exceptionally smart, she consumed herself in her work to veer away from any really human contact and emotions, she was self destructive, and had a past that fallowed her and nipped at her ankles everywhere she went.
And he was everything that was opposite. He had a good family that raised him protectively, a father that played ball with him in the backyard and a mother who took him to the hospital if he got a paper cut. He graduated high school at 16 and was accepted to all the major private schools he applied to. He had that amazing personality that somehow just drew you to him. He was extremely attractive and if you didn't know him you could have never guessed he was a science geek who looked at his partner's epithelials instead of their personality first hand.
He was everything she wanted, the person who she would lay and dream of at night. And now she found herself doing the last thing she would have ever thought possible.
Questioning it.
"Greg I want to know why you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Why do you love me?"
"Sara the first time I met you I didn't know what to think about you. You were the most mysterious, different girl I had ever laid eyes on. You didn't wear much makeup, you never really fixed your hair, you didn't where girly clothes. You didn't care what people thought about you, and the oddest thing about you then to me was, you wouldn't change yourself for anyone to like you. But after I got to know you, I realized those are the best things about you. You don't worry with make up because you are so beautiful anyway it over shadows it. You don't fix your hair because its perfect how it is, loose and perfect for me to run my fingers through every day. You don't wear girly clothes because you don't need certain clothes to flatter your figure, its perfect anyway. Everyone had to love you because of not caring what they thought. But the best part is, that I wouldn't want you to change a thing, because it's not possible to make anyone anymore perfect than you are now."
She felt her throat close together with a strange mixture of emotions. She felt tears of happiness swelling in her eyes. He loved her, truly loved her for who she was. And she loved him more than she loved anyone on Earth.
"Make me the happiest man alive. Sara."
"Greg-"
"I promise I will take care of you, love you, nurture you until the day we die."
"Greg sweetie-"
"I want to grow old with you, make babies with you and be able to wake up in your arms every morning."
Since her words weren't getting anywhere, she saw only one course of action available.
And she pushed him against the car door and kissed him passionately, skimming her tongue over his lips lightly.
"Is that a yes?" he asked smirking between breaths.
"Maybe," she teased.
"Good because I thought for a second I would have to change your mind," he whispered as he laid his head on her shoulder.
"Well if you will drive me home maybe you could try anyway."
She giggled as she slid into her seat as he sat frustrated.
She knew she had never saw a man drive so fast to make it home before.
Grissom paced back and forth nervously in his office as the phone rang off the hook, unaware that the people at the other line were too busy to answer the phone.
He refused to think that.
Sara might be a little out of her mind lately for picking him but she wouldn't lower herself to that. She hadn't completely lost her mind.
It wasn't like they were getting married or anything.
Grissom chuckled lightly at the thought of Greg and Sara being betrothed. Like that would ever happen.
Sara wasn't really happy with him anyway.
Sure, Greg pushed her against the lockers and almost ripped her shirt off.
That didn't mean she actually liked it did it?
"Why should I care? I don't even like her," he thought bitterly.
"Yes I do." He announced.
He cared about Sara Sidle and he wasn't going to let her ruin her life.
He would win her from Greg Sanders. He wouldn't have her for long.
A/N: OK Just to warn you the next chapter will be the last chapter of the story. Dont start getting mad and chucking books at me okay, hold on this story is a series. The next story will be called Meet the Parents will be up sometime this week. Now if you are really good people and review today alot, then i might post the next chapter tonight because of my long absence.
You know what I want, so go ahead make me happy :)