Disclaimer:- I do not own the characters, although I would quite like to
My first story, comments appreciated could happen
Grissom jumps suddenly rubbing his eyes and searching around for his glasses he glances at the clock. Shit.
He quickly grabs his shirt and trousers off the floor and scurries to the bathroom. I'm never late.
Jumping into the shower he trips over the mat, sending him flying into the wall causing that very expensive shampoo to spill his contents all over his head.
Grissom is not at all amused. To make matters worse, the power abruptly goes off leaving him standing freezing his bollocks off, cursing the mat and wondering why an earth he got into this job at all.
But only for a moment, because after all, his job is the only thing he sees sticking with him until he dies.
Drifting away from his thoughts something catches his eye outside.
Sara?
The tall brunette is sat on the curb outside. Her face is taut and her hands are fiddling with a piece of paper on her lap.
At least my eye sight isn't giving up on me…
What should I do? ... Stay here, be late for work…
Don't be stupid, Gil, you know you never stay off work. She must be here to see you, and you WILL see her. Understood?
Grissom sighs and slowly makes his way to the parking lot, she must be able to hear him coming because she rises and turns to face him. The look in her eyes has always been a good clue to Grissom of how she is feeling.
Not this time.
Her stance isn't one to approach so he stands back studying her face for some sort of reaction. He gets none. Just the same looks back, as if she has forgotten why she was there in the first place.
Great plan brain I should have stayed inside, his myself away. Closed the door, called in to say-
"Fuck sake Grissom, can't you even look at me? Am I really that bad? That… disgusting?"
"What? Sar look, I really don't know..."
She ignores the fact he's even there and continues her rant.
"Okay, so I asked you out, yes, dinner… Grissom it was only dinner. And then…" She laughs; Grissom's eyes lower at the sound, as he doesn't know how to react. "Griss, just oh...I don't know why I'm even here, I waste my whole life on you! My whole being and then some snooty woman come along."
He's pretty much had it with this.
"What woman? Sara if you would tell me what you were on about straight away then we could talk?"
"I bet there wont be much talking going on with you and ah…heather? Yes, that's her name, for some reason I can't get it out my head right now." She stares at him expectantly.
He wonders if she asked a question, the last sentence seemed to have slipped away in front of him. He just can't stand to look at her lips. She never notices his glances when they are so far away at work… but here, she would surely notice.
The silence seems to get too much for Sara and she throws the paper to the floor at Grissom's feet and turns away.
Grissom continues to stare at the ground, hands in pockets.
Why does this always happen? I think things are okay, she looks at me with disappointment. I think things are getting confusing, she seems closer than ever.
Go after her then? You can Grissom, your hearing might be impaired but you legs can still move.
Surprising himself completely Grissom runs to Sara and places a hand on her waist.
She turns, teary eyed cocks her head to one side.
"Grissom, I just can't take much more of this."
"Sara…I, I don't know…."
"Change the record Gil, I think you've done what you had 'had to do', just…let me go"
"I can't."
Tbc…