A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. Re-read it to catch up on the other chapters.
Chapter 4
Sara sat in front of her window looking out at the gray sky. She thought about earlier that day and wondered how the hell she allowed a stranger in to her bed. Though filing a report against the creep sounded tempting, she thought against it. It was her fault anyway. If she hadn't gotten drunk, the man never would have offered her a ride home, and she never would have woken up with him in her bed. But then Sara thought back even further. It wasn't her fault. It was Grissom's. He was the one who decided to be the jerk who invited her to dinner just to tell her about his fiancee'. Can you believe it?! Fiancee'! Thinking about the previous night, she compared herself to the gray clouds outside. Bitter, cold and unloved.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Sara took another quick chug of her coffee and headed for the door. "Who is it?" she called from the living room.
No answer.
She opened the door to find a bouquet of roses lying on the ground below her feet. A message read, "I'm sorry."
Sara held the flowers to her chest and the only logical idea that came to her mind was Grissom. She tossed the flowers in the garbage along with her hang-over vomit and rotton banana.
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Short. Sorry. I just thought to update tonight. Remind me to upate tomorrow and I will. I'm exhausted. :)
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