A Hobby of Mine

Summary: "When she said she didn't have any hobbies, Sara Sidle lied…" implied Sara/Grissom, in a depressing kind of way. OneShot.

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When she said she didn't have any hobbies, Sara Sidle lied.

When she arrives home, weary, yet unable to sleep, she sits at her computer - mug of hot chocolate at hand, and the desktop touch-lamp turned on low. The dim golden lighting mixed with the computer screen's blue glow is enough, illuminating the desk area only. All else is bathed in shadow. But then, nothing else matters as she sits and waits for the contraption before her to load. The silence is broken, a gentle welcoming jingle rings out of the speakers. She smiles, opens Microsoft Word. A blank white page looms before her eyes, patiently waiting to be filled.

Her eyes roll heavenward in contemplation, her lean fingers drumming a soft, even rhythm upon the desk's polished surface. Minutes pass in which the day is replayed, like a silent movie in her mind.

Finally, her lips quirk into an enigmatic smile as her fingers descend on the keyboard – the still room is filled with a faint clicking sound. All shall be revealed in due time…

Letters become words. Words become sentences. Sentences become paragraphs.

Pent up frustration is released as she writes. Her deepest feelings transferred from mind to machine.

Yet another tale of unrequited love takes form upon the screen…

Her fingers move gracefully from key to key, and slowly, the tears fall, sparkling strangely in the artificial light. But they're not tears of grief – the smile remains in place. They are tears of relief. Relief in the realization she can bare her soul, free of consequence.

Once done, she reaches for her mug, only to find her hot chocolate not so hot. Midday sunlight filters through the closed drapes, dust particles dancing across the rays. Her wristwatch reads 12:56.

Before laying down to sleep, she prints out her latest short story, eases the pages into an envelope. Another anonymously signed tearjerker for her favourite women's magazine.

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A/N: This was actually my first one shot AND my first attempt at a Sarah/Grissom fic, so please, if you happened to hate it, let me down gently :D

I think I may have an idea for a sequel too… we'll see.

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