Chapter Thirty Four:
'Hey, hear about the boss man?' Greg bounds into the breakroom, sliding his cup underneath Sara's nose as she pours herself some coffee from the communal pot, herbal tea just isn't cutting it nowadays.
'No Greg, enlighten me.' She rolls her eyes and sets her cup down, picking his up. It's been two weeks since their argument, since they last talked about his teaching offer, and due to some heavy overtime with crazy cases, Sara and Grissom haven't seen each other awake and cognitively functioning properly for a few days now.
'He's leaving for a sabbatical. He's handing over to Catherine in his office right now before she takes off with Nick.' Sara's face drops, shit it's the beginning of January already, how the hell did that happen, shitty city that never sleeps.
'Great. Mum and Dad are away for a while, what does that mean for us?' She tries to keep it light, pouring him his coffee, furious that Greg of all people knows about this before she does, he isn't the one with the "boss man's" dick in her mouth most mornings.
'Dunno, but you think the past week was crazy, wait til we are 3 men down.' He takes his now full cup from her hands and breezes out of the room. Leaving her stewing alone, hand clamped around her first and definitely not her last cup of coffee of the shift.
Another 24 hours fly by, Sara enters the locker room and rids herself of her jacket, reaching into the locker she pulls her ID badge and hooks it to her trousers. Grissom cruises past the door, noticing her inside he dips in quickly.
'Hey! My cab's here.'
'So you're going?' She looks defeated. He knows she should have been the first to know, and of course they haven't found the time to sit down and talk about this.
'Yeah.'
'I'll see you when you get back.' She smiles and turns back to her locker quickly, hiding her true emotions. Inside she is ecstatic he is going, he needs this. But deep down, the hurt from being one of the last to know, stings. Even Hodges, Hodges knew before she did! With her jacket draped over her arm, she reaches into the locker again for her gun. Looking down the hallway, he steps inside the room further. Scrambling in his mind, searching for the right thing to say right now. Take care, make sure Hank is ok, I'm sorry. She notices him out the corner of her eye and turns, a blank expression on her face, gun pulled down in front of her.
'I'll miss you.' She nods and the tiniest of smiles graces her lips, whether it's a smile of sadness or happiness he can't tell right now, and god she couldn't tell him either. He holds her gaze for a beat then bolts out of the room. Sara stood alone, yet again, collects herself and holsters her gun, ready for a shit night.