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Chapter Six

Sara's trainers hit the tarmac hard, sweat forming on her forehead from the already warm morning breeze. The sun was still rising, creating shadows over much of the park, the weaving paths becoming lighter with each lap she ran. She breathed heavily, filling her lungs with air as she picked up pace. She'd slept till 2am this morning, 6 hours was more than she usually managed in a few days, but she must have needed it, spending the rest of her night reading books on forensics and takings notes, but she hadn't been able to focus, all she could think about Grissom.

Today was the last day she'd see him, ever. She didn't know what to do, should she say something? Would it matter? He wouldn't be staying any longer in San Francisco anyway, he was still leaving. If she said something, she'd just be making a fool out of herself, and he'd leave thinking she was an idiot. But if she did nothing, she'd spend God knows how long wondering if he'd ever had feelings for her, and if she'd missed some opportunity to share something special with someone. Everyone always said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but she'd never believed that up until now. She regretted trusting the people she had done, still felt the pain from their actions, their words, but would the pain of never attempting to make a connection with Grissom outweigh the pain of having done so and for him to then leave?

She stopped running, her breath still heavy as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand. She glanced at the watch on her wrist – 7am, time to shower. Once home, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her clothes from her body before stepping into the hot shower. She felt tears prick her eyes as the water hit her skin, her mind hurt with confusion. She wasn't meant to be confused, she wasn't meant to feel heartache, to ache for someone else, she was meant to keep calm and carry on. That's what Sara Sidle did, just got on with things. This wasn't meant to happen.

She slammed her eyes shut, trying to calm the tears that spilled down her cheeks, merging with the shower's water. After a few minutes, she slowly opened her eyes and turned the shower off. Feeling more in control of her emotions, she wrapped a towel around her body and headed back into her bedroom to choose her clothes for the day.

Looking at wildlife suggested forests, grass and walking. She didn't care about what she wore in terms of style, but if she was going to be trekking about in the outdoors, she needed something suitable. Pulling a pair of black cargo pants and a beige strap-top from her wardrobe, she dressed quickly, and slid her feet into a pair of old, black walking boots and placed her sunglasses on her drying hair. Making sure everything was in her satchel bag; she left her bedroom and headed into the kitchen. Downing a yoghurt drink and picking up an apple from the fruit bowl, she left the apartment.

The walk to the academy was quiet and Sara ate her apple as she walked, as she reached the building, she saw Grissom's car pull into the parking lot. She slowed down to wait for him to get out; he waved as he saw her and walked over.

"Morning." He smiled at her warmly.

"Morning." She returned.

"Looking forward to your last lecture?" It was like he was rubbing it in.

"Mhmm." She didn't exactly know how to respond. 'I don't know what I'll do without you' didn't seem entirely appropriate.

"I see you've dressed prepared for later." He noted her walking boots.

She blushed as she felt his eyes run down her body.

"Go and grab yourself a bottle of water, I need to get the keys from reception." He said, holding open the front door of the academy so she could enter.

She loved that he knew what she was going to do next. True, she was predictable, but she liked that he remembered things about her. Would he remember her when he was back in Vegas?

Slotting a couple of coins into the vending machine up the corridor, her bottle water dropped down into the base and she pulled it out, unscrewing it and taking a sip before making her way into the classroom.

Grissom had been right; there was a lot of paperwork in today's lecture. She'd filled in several tests about what he'd taught the group, and then forms to confirm she was Sara Sidle, and she had paid her $600 to attend the seminar. She didn't know she'd managed to get such an amount from the bank, and she didn't know how she'd pay it back with the little she earned, but she couldn't have missed this, her feelings aside, she'd learnt more from Grissom than she had done from any other lecturer.

Lunch break consisted of Grissom sat in silence, filling in papers, and Sara sipping her water, occasionally glancing at him, but mostly mindlessly writing back over her notes, the words becoming thicker and darker with her pen strokes.

"It could be said that there's something playing on your mind, Sara." Grissom glanced up from his papers, just as the rest of the class returned to their seats.

"Thank you so much for your time and your input over the past four days. It's been a pleasure to have you attend the seminar, and good luck in all your future endeavors in forensics." Grissom leaned against his desk as he smiled at the class before him.

Slowly everyone got up to leave, some coming over to shake his hand, thanking him for sharing his experiences and knowledge.

Sara stared at the piece of paper on her desk:

Sara Sidle successfully completed a four day seminar at Judicial Conference Academy, San Francisco, held by Gilbert Grissom.

"I don't suppose you've got a camera in your bag."

She looked up to see Grissom looking at her. "No, I don't have one."

"How will you document all the insects we're going to see?" He asked her, trying to look serious but a playful smile on his lips. "Don't worry; I've got an extra camera in the car."

She grinned at him, he thought of everything.

"Come on then, let's see what San Francisco has to offer an entomologist." He picked up his bag from beside his desk, and Sara followed him out of the room.