A/N ok so my imagination has run away with me a little, it was supposed to be a short story :S any ways thanks for reading and reviewing, much appreicated
Sara sat on the bed staring at the note in her hand, she couldn't move, and she could barley breath. A million thoughts were racing through her head, was he watching her now? Was her place bugged? Would he come after her? Was he just trying to scare her?
Sara tried to compose her thoughts into something rational, he was supposed to have been her friend, they had known each other since she had started at Berkley, but she never recalled hinting to him that she wanted something more, and never did she see the slightest hint that he could turn into such a monster.
Sara finally calmed down, her breathing beginning to return to normal. She made a decision, she picked up the note, grabbed some clothes and other personal items she might need and headed out the door. There was one place she knew she could go, she only hopped that Trent wasn't watching her now.
Grissom had finished his lecture, and was heading back to his apartment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Sara's number. Before the call had connected he hung up, he didn't know what he was supposed to say to her. He thought 'I think I might love you' would scare her away after just one night. He thought about what he would say to her as he walked up the stairs to his apartment, as he rounded the corner; he was surprised to find Sara sitting on the floor in the hallway near his door. Her legs were pulled up to her chest and her head rested on her knees. Walking up to her, he could see her body was shaking.
He bent down next to her and pulled her into his arms
'Sara, Honey, what's wrong?' He asked as he rubbed his hands along her arms.
Sara didn't speak, she simply handed him the note, which was now crumpled from being clasped tightly in her hand.
Grissom read the note slowly, trying to find the right words to comfort Sara.
'Sara, its ok, your safe now, I promise no one will hurt you ever'
Sara lent into the Grissoms body and cried, she didn't know she could ever feel this scared. Grissom stood up, gently pulling Sara to her feet, and lead her inside onto the lounge. Sara sat down and curled herself up into a ball. Grissom, who was unsure on what to do to make her feel better, bustled around the kitchen to make them something to eat. After a few minutes of silence Sara finally spoke
'I thought he was my friend Gil, you know, I thought I could trust him' her voice was oddly calm thought Grissom
Grissom looked at her sadly
'I know you did Sara, I'm sorry it turned out like this for you' Grissom said as he came and sat beside her on the lounge.
He put his arms around her and held her tight
'You don't need to be sorry Gil, it is what it is, it's not your fault, I just don't know what to do now, we have all our classes together, it going to be torture' Sara was trying her hardest to remain calm.
Grissom rubbed her arms reassuringly. He wasn't sure what more he could do to make her feel better, so they just sat there in silence, until the timer from the oven disturbed their thoughts.
Grissom got up from the lounge and retrieved the food from the over, serving it into two bowls. He brought them into the lounge room and place one on the coffee table for Sara and taking a seat on the lounge with his own
'Sara, you should eat something, it might make you feel better' Grissom said as began to eat his own
Sara starred at the bowl, whatever was inside looked great, but she didn't think she could stomach anything
'I'm not really hungry, but thanks anyway' She said quietly to him, she pressed her self back into the corner of the lounge.
Grissom watched her for awhile, before deciding he would make her eat, she looked like she didn't eat very much at all. He lent towards her, taking his own fork, lifted the food up to her mouth
'Come on Sara, just a little' he waved the fork in front of her face 'Its good you know,'
Sara smiled at him, he was trying so hard. She gave in and slowly took a bite of his fork. She was surprised how good it tasted. She slowly ate half of what Grissom had in his bowl, abdonining her own, as she found eating his more enjoyable. When she had finished eating she curled up on the lounge and pressed herself into Grissom's body.
Grissom sat there rubbing her hair, lost in his own thoughts. Afterwhile he heard Sara's breathing become slow and steady, he knew she had fallen asleep. He got up of the lounge, careful not to wake her, and gently placed a blanket over her. He kissed the top of her head, before heading out the door.