A/N Thankyou to everyone who has reviewed and to those who have added it to alerts and favourites. Still a couple more chapters till some more GSR. Sorry! I will try to get the new chapters up a bit quicker, but I work shift work so sometimes it takes a bit longer than I intend.
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, maybe if I did I wouldn't have to work nights.
Between Friends
Unfortunately for Sara it was almost a week before she could reply to Grissom's email.
They were busy going over a couple of cold cases that were about to be re-opened. It was tiring work, mostly research and backtracking over old evidence, but they had managed to pull out a couple of new leads that were being followed up. Thankfully their job was done for now and they could take a little time for themselves, at least until the next active case.
Sara grabbed a coffee and settled herself in front of her computer once more to reply to Grissom. She hadn't really thought about what she would say. Basically she hoped it would just come to her as she typed.
To
g.grissom
From
s.sidle
Hey Grissom,
Wow have we had a busy time this last week. A couple of old cold cases are about to be re-opened and they had us sifting through the mountains of evidence. They were not the most interesting cases I have dealt with, but they certainly kept us going. It was worth it though because we turned up some new leads that are being followed up as I write.
It's starting to get quite cold here now. I don't mind though, in fact I think I'm quite looking forward to the snow when it comes. I used to love to wrap up in layers and go for walks. Only thing is I'm going to have to go shopping for a whole new winter wardrobe, the things I brought from Vegas won't be warm enough.
This seems a bit weird, I mean, the weather is such a mundane topic, but that's what friends chat about isn't it? That and what's going on with their daily lives.
I haven't had much time to suss out the city yet. Being a day walker is great after years of night shift, but it doesn't leave much time for sight seeing. I have found some great restaurants though. Most of them have a pretty good vegetarian
menu too. I haven't found a Chinese restaurant as good as the one I used to frequent in Vegas though, but hopefully soon.
Please don't think that I am avoiding talking about us Grissom, I'm not really.
I have taken to heart what you told me in your email and I am proud of you for taking what must have been (for you) a huge step in opening up to me. But you have to understand that even though my head knows you mean what you say; my heart is still a little mistrusting. I hope you understand. I just want to take this slowly. Ok?
We need to do this right.
I will say that I understand what you meant by things at crime scenes reminding you of me. I have had the same problem, though for me it was not just you. I keep being reminded of Greg, Nick, Warrick and Catherine too. Guess that makes it just that much harder, because when I left I left all of you behind.
I shouldn't be surprised that you worked out that it was me that did the time-line. You taught me everything I know about entomology (which I admit isn't a lot) including how to do the time-lines and document the information.
For that I Thankyou. You always were and still are an amazing teacher.
How long before the doctors let you back to work Griss? I gather that you are doing some work from home, but I bet you're still as frustrated as hell having to stay home. I know I would be.
On that note I'll sign off, sleep beckons. (Yes I do sleep)
Sara
Reading over what she had written Sara found herself quite satisfied and hit the send button.
After closing down her computer for the night, she stood and looked around her apartment. When she had first arrived in Washington, she had only unpacked the necessities, leaving most reminders of her time in Las Vegas still in their boxes. With a sigh and a smile, Sara decided that now might be as good a time as any to sort through it all, maybe some of it could see the light of day.
It took her only a few minutes to find them tucked away in the hall closet.
It took her a lot longer to sort through the boxes and decide what she wanted to put out and where to put it. Each item she pulled out brought back memories, most of them pleasant and a few more sombre.
Three hours later she was done. The few photos and other items now gracing the room looked good. She had managed to find a place for everything she wanted to keep out. Even Sara had to admit, it looked more lived in now. The last two photos she took with her to her bedroom and placed them side by side on her chest of drawers, where she would see them best. The first was a group photo, taken at a Christmas party a year or so ago. Everyone was in it, including Sara herself and they all wore happy smiles. The other was of her and Grissom, taken at the same party. They stood close together and were each holding up a drink as if in toast to each other and smiling broadly.
It still hurt a little to look at that photo Sara admitted, but she hoped that time would lessen that feeling and that one day they could get back the easy camaraderie they had felt back then.
With one last look at the two photos, Sara headed off to get ready for bed, feeling a bit more optimistic towards the future.
