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Sorry for such the delay of this chapters, things have just been really busy here and such over the last past months. But things are good now, and I finally had time to write the next chapters of Picking up the Ashes, I know so many of you have waited for.
So here it is, enjoy!
Picking up the Ashes - Chapter 18
Sara awoke with what felt like a 200 pound man on her head. Her head was throbbing with pain, she was hung over that much was clear but where was she. She was still fully clothed and in a foreign bed.
She lifted her self onto her elbows, and stared around the room, blinking in the harsh morning sunlight coming in through the bedroom window.
She then saw it on the wall, a picture of Warrick and Tina standing in front a wedding chapel on the strip. She was in Warrick's house. But how did she get here? She thought to her self as she slowly climbed out of the bed and on to her feet.
The room seemed to spin in circles through her eyes as she reached out to the dresser for support. How much had she drank that night? She thought as she stumbled her way out of the room, and into the hall.
"WARRICK?" she called out, confused as ever as she stared at the cream covered walls.
There was a moment of silence before; Warrick poked his head out into the hall way,
"Your up!" he grinned at her. "How are you feeling?" he asked already knowing the answer.
"Like shit," replied Sara, rubbing her eyes.
Warrick shut laughed at this, "Come on girl, I will make you coffee."
With that, Sara followed Warrick into the kitchen.
Grissom sat down at his desk, a steam cup of coffee in his hands, staring down at a pile of unfinished paper work. Looking at them, he couldn't help but be reminded of that perfect moment in his office yesterday, when Sara and come to see him and what had followed afterwards.
As he replayed yesterday's events in his head, he took a sip of his coffee and leaned back against his chair, sighing sadly.
He had screwed up majorly with Sara and did not know how to fix it. He didn't know where to start to bridge the gap between them.
His head began to pound as his mind began to think. He was coming on with a migraine.
Grissom closed his eyes at this, trying to vanish his head of thought.
Just then there was a knock at his door, and Catherine stepped into the room.
The moment she laid her eyes on her boss, she knew something was wrong. His eyes were bloodshot, and red with dryness. Along his chin line, a five o'clock shadow stood, his hair stood up at an odd angle. This was not the Grissom she was used too.
"Gil," whispered the red head.
Grissom looked up at this friend, in a daze, "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" she asked titling her head in concern, something was up.
"Ya…I'm fine," he replied straightening up in his seat. "Just didn't sleep well last night, that's all."
Catherine continued to glare at Grissom, not believing him for a second. "That's all?"
"That's all," echoed Grissom, staring back at Catherine, matter-of factly.
There was a slight pause between them before Catherine told him; the rest of the team was waiting in the break room. She had accepted Grissom to nod his head at this and rise to his feet but instead he let out a sad sigh and rubbed his eyes.
He was not ready to see Sara; he didn't know where they stood with each other now.
As Catherine moved closer towards Grissom, he rose to his feet sensing her. The last thing he wanted right now was to be comforted by Catherine.
"Lets go," he spoke walking passed her and out the door.
Sara stood in the locker room, waiting for Warrick, who was taking his time getting his stuff together. Sara was leaning against the door frame, the cold metal felt well against her skin. She was still recovering from her hang over.
She was also feeling a little sick at the moment, she was nervous to see Grissom. She was still pissed off at him for what had happened the night before, with them breaking up in way but also that he had not tried calling her or anything. Had he really not cared about her like she thought he did? But also her heart had not yet accepted this and was still waiting for the fall.
"You okay?" whispered Warrick stepping closer to Sara.
Sara raised her head at this and blinked at her friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the famous Sara Sidle words.
Warrick was not confidence by didn't push it, he knew Sara didn't like to be pushed. When the time was right she would tell him how she really was feeling but right now wasn't the moment.
In the break room, Sara sat down, staring into her now lukewarm cup of coffee that Warrick had poured for her.
The room was filled with conversation but Sara remained quiet. She was not in the mood right now to talk and be merry.
Sara raised her head every so slightly and looked towards the hallway, where footsteps rang.
Seconds later, Grissom appeared in the room with Catherine behind him. He looked at Sara, making eye contact with her.
Sara held her glaze only for a second before lowering it again into her mug. It was strange how much could change in 24 hours between to people. Just yesterday when Grissom had arrived at the break room, smiling at her, she had winked playfully back.
Now it was like they were total strangers riding the subway together.
After the assignments were handed out and everyone else had left, they had stayed sitting.
"Sara," called out Grissom softly.
Sara just shook her head, turning towards him. There were tears in her eyes.
"Sara," repeated Grissom again, reaching out and taking her hand which rested on the table.
She did not resist this.
"Talk to me," he spoke gently squeezing her hand.
Grissom was trying to get Sara to talk to him, tell him what she wanted for him to do.
But she remained silent, biting down on her lower lip. She didn't know what to say. She was still angry with him.
"I'm sorry," he spoke leaning in towards her. "I am just not ready to tell."
"No," whispered Sara harshly, tears streaming down her face.
"You will never be ready," she quivered rising to her feet.
"Sara wait," begged Grissom still holding on to her hand.
"No," snapped Sara glaring at him. "It's OVER," with that she took her hand back and ran off towards the lady's room.
Leaving Grissom sitting there in the break room, confused and alone.
Catherine and Warrick were the only ones in the locker room, they were changing into their boots, since they had got assigned to a decomp.
As Catherine sat on the bench tying up her laces, waiting for Warrick who had his back towards her, searching for something, she asked him.
"What's up with Grissom and Sara?"
Warrick stiffened a little at this. He didn't no how to reply.
"What do you mean?" he asked, shutting the locker door and turning to Catherine.
Catherine just shrugged at this, "I dunno, they seem different….not so close."
Warrick stared down at the redhead, eyebrows raised.
Catherine glared back at him, nodding.
"They broke up," he whispered.
A shocked look appeared over Catherine's face. She had known that Grissom and Sara had had feeling for each other from the start and it was only a matter of time before they acted on them but never expected when they did get together that they would ever break up.
"What happened?
"I dunno," replied Warrick. "Sara didn't say."
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