IS IT TOO LATE part 2
DISCLAIMER AS BEFORE
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Jim stared at Sara as she placed her phone down. He had been concerned before but now he was worried very worried. He picked up his glass and took a slow sip.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked her.
"No." came back the curt reply.
Sara reached for her own drink which she proceeded to down in one, and then reaching for the bottle she helped herself to even more. It was going to be a long night. She was going to get pissed and then tomorrow, well tomorrow can look after itself. Sara sat there quietly drinking, this time more slowly, Jim watching her every move. She turned to look at him.
"You want me to talk, don't you?" she asked him finally.
"Sara, if you want to talk you can. What I want doesn't come in to it. I really want to go and bash somebody's head in but I won't ….. Yet!" Jim told her taking another sip of his drink.
"Thank you. But he's not worth it, just like I'm not." Sara said quietly.
"Well he's an ass. You are worth so much more."
They sat together wondering who would break the silence. Neither of them did, Jim's cell phone went off.
"It's Nick." Jim picked his phone up. "Brass."
"Hey Nick. What's up?"
"Oh is he? Well I've seen her so he doesn't need to worry. Not that he ever did."
"Do bears shit in the woods Nick? There's your answer yes she is fine and she will carry on being fine just as long as he stays away"
"Oh and tell him she's taking a few sick days and won't be in. Bye." With that Jim put his phone down. He looked at Sara.
"Well,?" Sara asked him.
"Apparently Grissom is looking for you. He didn't take too kindly to you turning your phone off. According to Nick he's gone all over the lab, and even to your apartment. He's also phoned all the guys seeing if you are there. Nick will pass on the message for me. Do you mind about me telling him that you are going on the sick?"
"No, it saves me doing it. I can't face him or work for that matter." Sara said emptying her glass again. She placed it down on the coffee table, and leaned back on the couch.
"Why do I let him do this to me Jim? Ever since I came here, I've let him treat me like shit. One minute he'd be great and I'd think yes we're back to how we used to be but then the next minute he treats me like a piece of dirt that he stepped in. I almost left before. Did you know that?"
"No. Why did you stay?" asked Jim wanting her to open up, maybe by doing so she'll feel better and realize it was Grissom who had the problem and not her.
"He sent me a plant. He made me believe all over again that maybe he did feel something for me. God how wrong was I?" Sara reached for her glass and refilled it again. "I asked him out for dinner once. It was just after the lab blew up, the only reason I got hurt then was because I was following him around to ask him. Shock horror he turned me down. He sat there and said that he didn't know what to do about this. That's when I told him that by the time he figures it out he'd be too late."
Jim shook his head, he knew his friend had a problem dealing with people but he didn't know that he was this bad.
"Why were you going to leave Sara? What would you have done?" he asked her.
"Lots of reasons, I just couldn't take it anymore. He didn't think about anybody or anything but his job. God, how long have I been a vegetarian? Years and he had the nerve to ask me to get rid of rotting meat! The nerve of the man!" Sara ranted on. "I was going to try out for the Quantico lab if that failed I'd always be able to go back to Frisco."
"Sara, did you mean it when you said that he was too late?"
"God I wish I could say yes, but I don't know Jim. Maybe, I just don't know."
"Sara, do you love him?" Jim asked knowing he was pushing her.
Sara was silent, thinking it over in her head. Did she still love Grissom? Or had he finally killed her love.
"I think I will always love him, hell I've been in love with him for over 10 years. But I don't think my loving him is enough. I now know that he will never take the risk and maybe it's for the best if I go."
With those words Sara finally burst into tears. Loud harsh sobs racking through her body. Jim got up from the chair he was sat in and moved next to her on the couch. He pulled her into his arms and let her sob.
"I do love him Jim, so much it hurts." Sara hiccupped through her tears.
"I know honey. Come on let's get you to bed so you can sleep. You can make any decisions tomorrow but Sara whatever you do, whether you decide to stay or go I will support you. It's your decision to make."
With that Jim led Sara down the hallway to the spare bedroom and watched as she fell on the bed. Within minutes she had fallen into a deep, drink induced sleep. Jim shut the door and went back to the living room and picked up his drink.
As he finished it there was a quiet knock at the door. He went and answered it, already knowing who was there.
"You are lucky I don't punch your lights out." He told him as he opened the door wider.
Grissom walked in.
"What the hell can I do Jim?"
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