Fall and your Guardian Angel will catch you.
A/N: So, I finally was able to post this. This dedicated to Sandlesfan93 and Kaite1307. I thank both of you so much for adding me to your favorites. It's a confidence booster. I hope you all like this chapter: ) Oh and probably very OOC. The (---) mean that its changing to Grissom's point of view and the italics are thoughts.
Fall and your Guardian Angel will catch you.
Chapter 2:
No one had known where Sara had been for 5 days except for Greg and Catherine. Who, for once, true to her word, didn't say anything.
Sara had stayed with Greg, allowing the comfort he provided. He mended her heart, although it could not be completely healed, it was still helping.
Greg had told the team that Sara was on vacation to cover her absence. They both agreed that no one needed to know the truth about why she was gone except for them.
So on that 5th day she awoke in a nice comfy bed and a loud obnoxious Einstein alarm screaming: "Wake up! Wake up! For God's sake, WAKE UP!"
Sara groaned and got up. Peering at the time she saw that she had 5 hours before shift.
'Why the hell does Greg get up this early?' She thought.
She walked to the bathroom and when she looked in the mirror, she saw a happy person grin back. No more sad, heart-broken, Sara. No. Now there was a happy, vibrant one.
She grinned as she pulled on a long sleeve dark red shirt and some pants. She brushed her brunette hair until it was in a short slick ponytail.
She walked out to the living room only to see Greg still asleep on the couch. She walked over to him and grinned. He looked so adorable asleep. But not for long. He's going to have to suffer through getting up 5 hours early too.
Leaning down she yelled, "The house's on fire! Oh no! The house is on fire. Ahh!" She knew it was mean but he's playd meaner jokes on her.
He bolted up and ran to his room calling "Sara!?"
Sara followed him to the bedroom. "Right here you doofus. But thanks for being so concerned."
Greg looked at her, seeing the house wasn't on fire. "You tricked me!"
"Yep. But you still love me." She teased.
He sat down on the bed.
"You know it. So, scooch your booch." She said, nudging him to scoot over with her knee.
He instead shook his head and got up. He put his arms around her waist. "Wow, ever since you came home from the hospital, you're a new you."
"And it's all because of you. Hey, that rhymes!" She laughed as he grabbed clean clothes and walked to the bathroom.
Once they were ready, they just decided to pick something up and eat it at work. So after a quick stop at the diner they headed to the lab.
When they arrived, Greg went to the locker room and she went into the break room for assignments.
Of course, the first person she had to see was Grissom. She hesitated, all the memories coming back. The anguish flooded her, and the crack in her heart ached, it had never ever been completely mended in the first place. Ever since that first rejection. Her smile fell and her shoulders drooped. All the brightness in her was gone, replaced with the usual miserable Sara.
She took a deep breath and entered. Each footstep was more painful than the other. Her heart felt like lead and she could feel tears stinging her eyes. Without a word she sat down and a chair, avoiding Grissom's gaze, pulling down the long sleeves to cover the scars.
Suddenly a thing of fruit and a Forensic Science Journal was set in front of her. Greg pulled up a chair next to her and leaned back in it, putting his feet on the table.
As soon as she saw him, the life flared up again. He was her will to live. He was everything she needed, everything she wanted. She looked at him adoringly and smiled before skimming through the reading material and taking bites of her food.
Greg loved her. He loved that spark in her eye. Every time she saw him, it would appear. He was very aware of the Boss man right there too though.
So he glanced around the room absentmindly, appearing bored and not focusing on Sara.
Grissom watched, eyebrow raised, mouth open slightly. 'What was going on?' He thought. Their body language spoke volumes to him. It confused and he felt a little hurt.
Before anyone could do anything, the others arrived. They smothered Sara with big hugs and kisses.
"Dang, girl, I thought you were leaving us for good!" Warrick said.
"Next time leave a note." Nick joked.
"Just needed some air huh?" Catherine asked. She saw that Sara had a genuine smile on and her eyes were bright. She looked happy. Completely different then in the hospital.
"More like the epiphany of a lifetime." Sara replied.
Catherine understood in an instant. She could tell from the looks Sara and Greg shared and the dark brooding one Grissom had.
"Ahhh..."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Don't read into that." but she knew the redhead already had an idea. Catherine hadn't known the reason behind Sara's attempted suicide but now it all made sense.
"Okay, assignments," Grissom called, fed up of wherever this conversation was heading.
Reluctantly he paired up the teams. Sara and Greg working with him. After handing out all the assignments the three of them headed to the Crime scene.
'Damn.' Sara thought. 'Why did I get paired up with him?' She groaned as she climbed into the car. She pulled on her seatbelt and made sure that her sleeves were down.
Greg threw her a glance. Inside he was bursting with joy that Sara did not want to be with Grissom. Visibly though he just gave her a pitying look. He climbed into the backseat after Grissom took the front.
Dang it.
Grissom watched, confused. 'Normally Sara loves to be paired up with me but this time she looks like she's dreading it. And why does she keep pulling her sleeves down and adjusting her outfit?' He thought, suspiciously His CSI instincts were curious.
"Sara, are you okay?"
Sara started not expecting Grissom to pick up on her feelings. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm just tired. Someone decided to set his alarm 5 hours early and wake me up. And once Gr-Grayson's stupid alarm woke me up, I couldn't go back to sleep." She almost said Greg. That was close.
Grissom tried to control the jealousy that Sara might have some one new in her love life. "So where did you go while you were gone?"
Sara's glance flew to Greg's. He shrugged and mouthed 'your choice'. She nodded. "Just taking a much needed break."
"And who is Greyson?" Greg and Sara shared a look.
Sara and Greg both could hear the subtle jealousy in their supervisor's voice. Sara grinned. "He's my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Greg and Grissom both cried. Greg's mouth dropped farther than Grissom's if that was possible.
"Really?" Greg asked hopefully. She knew what he meant by that question.
Sara nodded and gave him a loving glance. "Of course." She could have sworn she saw tears in Greg's eyes.
She reached back to pat his hand but was prevented from doing so by the car pulling to a screeching stop and Grissom announcing bitterly, "We're here."
Sara waited until Grissom was out of the car before turning to Greg. She climbed over the console and into the back. She was now sitting on Greg's lap, bending forward.
"Uh...Sara? What...?" He stuttered. Sara's position surprised him. He didn't see this coming.
"Hello, boyfriend." Sara giggled,
Greg raised an eyebrow at Sara's sudden out-of-characterness. Suddenly what she said registered. "Boyfriend? Are you serious?" Greg asked,
"Absolutely." She confirmed, bending over to kiss him gently on the lips.
Stunned, it took Greg a few seconds before he responded, deepening the kiss. Sara opened her mouth, allowing him entrance.
"Sara..." Greg moaned, his hands moving down her sides.
"Sara! Greg! What are you doing?" Someone shouted, banging on the window of the car. It was Grissom.
The two pulled apart, blushing.
"Grrr! Stupid...Grissom...interrupt..." Sara mumbled under her breath, climbing off Greg's lap and looking in the mirror. She made sure nothing was out of place.
Greg grinned. "Thank God for tinted windows, at least." Greg muttered as the two scrambled out of the car.
Sara nodded as they walked towards the crime scene. Grissom already beat them back to it and was now waiting.
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Grissom stood with his arms crossed, intently watching his two youngest CSIs walk over to him. He noticed that they walked closer together; making him think he missed something vital between the two.
When Sara and Greg reached Grissom, he gave them their tasks. Through out the entire time they processed the crime scene, Grissom noticed Sara and Greg working differently together than before. Every time Greg looked over Sara's shoulder, instead of turning and lecturing Greg about 'her personal space', Sara would just grin at him. They talked about the crime scene; never going off task, yet Grissom could see a completely different conversation going on through their eyes.
Once they finished processing the crime scene the three CSIs headed back to the lab, this time Sara, shocking Grissom and Greg, sat back in the back with Greg.
Once they reached the lab, Grissom turned off the car and made no move to get out. They sat there, staring at one another.
Finally, after several moments of awkwardness, Greg got out. "I'll take this to the DNA lab." He said nervously. The nervousness went away when Sara smiled at him, her infectious smile making him do the same.
"Sure, meet you back in the break room. I need some of that fabulous coffee of yours." Sara said.
Greg nodded and waved a hand and headed toward the DNA lab.
Grissom looked between Sara and Greg, once again confused. Sara got out of the car, shutting the door with the smile still on her face. Grissom followed Sara to the break room. He watched from the doorway as Sara grabbed the last bit of coffee. She sat in a chair, leaning back, her feet propped up on the table. A small smile played on her face as she stared blankly.
Grissom took in this rare moment when Sara's guard was completely down. Not shielding herself from anything. She looked so serene, calm. She had the serene of heaven, so to speak.
Which was utterly surprising, to say the least after the scene they just came from. It was harsh. A small, underweight, too-tiny-for-her-age 5 year old was murdered. Her body was now plastered all over the walls of the pink Barbie room. Grissom didn't expect Sara to react so calmly. To see her sitting in the break room, peaceful and happy was not her usual.
'Maybe she got over me while she was away.' He thought.
He felt a stab of jealously, remembering Greyson. 'Well, whatever Greyson did, it obviously worked.' He thought, seeing Sara's bright features. She looked a lot better than she had that night he left her. She had been broken and looked as if she was killed inside. At least she's happy.' He thought ruefully.
"Grissom,"
Grissom jumped when he heard a voice behind him. It was Greg, holding the DNA results. He realized he must have been standing there for some time.
"So, Greg...DNA results?" Grissom asked, brushing off his previous feelings.
Greg handed him the results, waiting until Grissom had looked over it. Then his eyes darted between his spot and Sara's. Grissom caught onto the movement and moved out of the way, allowing Greg to enter.
Greg walked over and sat beside Sara, also leaning back. He wrapped an arm around her chair, making her smile.
Grissom watched them, could see their lips forming words from the doorway. It was as if they had suddenly completely forgotten where they were and who was there. He saw their heads lean towards each other and stepped into the break room, hastily clearing his throat.
Sara and Greg jumped apart, Greg looking down at the other files in his hand. His chair fell forward onto the floor with a bang as he hunched over and pretended to work.
Sara on the other hand calmly put the chair back on all fours and stood up. She calmly asked, "Greg, Grissom? Do either of you want some coffee?" Grissom shook his head but Greg nodded, about to jump up and get a pot. Sara stopped him. "It's fine. I'll get it." She walked over to the coffee pot and saw that all the coffee bags were gone. She'd have to get one from the cabinet.
So, Sara reached up to grab the coffee bag, her shirt getting hitched up. Grissom did not mean to look. He was just turning around to ask Greg, who was sitting calmly at the table taking no interest in the display before him, something about the DNA.
Then he saw it. A light purplish scar running down her side. Grissom's eyes narrowed. 'What really happened on Sara's 'break'?' He wondered. His eyes traveled to Greg. 'Greg would never do anything. Would he?'
"Grissom? If you want to know what happened, ask Sara herself. Oh, Sar, here's your glasses." Greg said, changing the subject and holding out a pair of caramel colored glasses all without looking up. He held out a pair of caramel colored glasses. Greg didn't know until just recently that Sara even wore glasses.
"Oh! Where were they?" Sara exclaimed, walking to him, grabbing her glasses, and setting them gently in their case.
Greg shook his head. "No comment..." When Grissom wasn't looking he mouthed 'at my place'.
"Right. Soooo, anyway, what was it you said a few minutes ago?" She began walking to sit down by Greg.
"Sara, what happened to your side?" Grissom asked before Greg could answer.
Grissom watched as Sara froze, practically in mid-step. Her eyes grew huge. Grissom saw Greg cringed.
Sara's mouth opened and closed several times before she mumbled, "Can I plead the 5th?" and walked out.
Grissom shot a glance at Greg but the young CSI was already up and out the door. Grissom followed, curiosity getting the better of him.
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Greg knew exactly where Sara was going. He slipped into the room and instantly spotted Sara in a corner, knees brought to her chest. He sat down beside her. "I want to see them." He demanded.
Sara sighed and lifted up her left side of her shirt almost to her chest. Greg winced when he got a better look of it. He hadn't seen it since they were at the hospital.
"Does it still hurt?" Greg asked, touching them just barley with his fingertips.
"The cause of it still hurts every second of every day."
"Hell yeah! I bet!" Greg scoffed under his breath. Sara raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry. It just bugs the hell out of me that he would do that! I mean if I were him-"
"Greg. I know." Her hand moved to her neck instinctively. She pulled out the gold necklace Greg gave her and took it off. "It's all right here." She put her hand on her chest, tapping her heart. "And here."
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Grissom watched as Greg sat beside Sara and looked at her cut. He read their lips along with the conversation. He watched with intrigue as Sara's hand flew to her neck and she pulled out a heart with words engraved in it. As she held it up the heart spun in the light. He could barely make out the words.
'I ve o'
Grissom couldn't figure out what it said even with his superior CSI skills and from Sara's words and motions.
However, their next few comments made his heart stop.
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"I know the physical scares will heal eventually. But as for the emotional-" She sighed. "I just don't know what to do now."
"Live your life. Just remember that it's not hopeless. Do not forget that I am here. You don't have to do this alone." Greg assured her, leaning in.
Sara grabbed Greg and pulled him into a hug. They moved into a position much like the one at the hospital.
Greg could feel Sara's tears seep through his shirt. He moved back to wipe her tears away but Sara would not let him.
Instead, she whispered tearfully, "Thank you, Greg. Thank you for loving me when no one else does, for being my angel. Like my guardian angel who caught me when I fell."
"Sara, I will always love you no matter how broken your heart is. No matter what you've done or do. I will always have a place in my heart." He whispered softly. He ignored the sappiness of her previous comment and focused on things that are more important. Like the tearful woman in his arms. He sighed and added, "Whether you love me back or not."
Sara pulled back, confusion evident on her face. "Or not? What do mean? I do love you back."
"I know. I just wanted to hear that. And I meant everything I said."
"Greg, so did I. You know, I feel like I owe-"
"Nope." He stood up and held out his hand. Sara grabbed it and got to her feet.
"But-" She protested. They stepped out into the hallway, arguing as if none of this ever happened.
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When Grissom saw the touching and the whisperings of love, his heart broke.
'How could she have gotten over me that fast?' He thought, hurt.
But apparently she did. He saw the communication between the two. The emotion.
Maybe, just maybe he could stop this rocket of blossoming love from taking off forever before its too late.
End Chapter 2
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A/N: Yay! Another chapter up. I'm sorry though, it's probably somewhat confusing. I think there's one more after this. I do not think this one is a good as the last one. Eh, the part with the scar was a little rocky. BTW: I am not posting more until people review. So, please be little sweet people and REVIEW! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Although, I will thank Tabitha, SandlesFan, and Kaite1307 for reviewing!!!!!!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Ashley