Author: CSIliveson PM
Grissom's a very naughty boy! He better change his ways or he'll loss Sara. *Mainly GSR with miss haps* hurt, comfort, romance,humor. Sara, Grissom,Lady Heather,Brass,and more. Working on a update have had major writers block. Smut or not?Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Gil G. & Sara S. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,499 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 03-05-09 - Published: 02-16-09 - id: 4868484
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Toying with this fan fic for a very long time: Came to me after Sara left and before One To Go.
Grissom sat in his darken office, deadened by Sara words. Reaching for a bottle of whiskey Brass had given him, he poured himself a tall shot and another. He kept downing each shot as if it were water. Before he could finish his 5th shot, he knew he was stone cold drunk.
Pushing back his chair he tried to get up, he slurred her name "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaa......Saaaaaaaaaaara."
Silence echoed in Sara Sidles ears as she sat in the locker room looking down at her shaking hands. Total undeniable silence that burned into her soul, leaving a gaping wound, so deep she thought she would never recover.
"Shit" she could hear him yelling her name.
Quickly she grabbed her coat as she slipped out the back exit. Sara headed towards her car. What brought the madness on? His ignorance of her once again, her words leading out into open space, casting their pain into an endless void of darkness, as Grissom once more chose not to hear her.
Earlier in the week
Sara walked past Grissom door, calling out to Sara "Could I speak with you for a moment Miss Sidle." Puzzle she did as he asked.
"What's up Grissom?" leaning forward she whispers " are we still on for tonight?" giving him a wink.
Grissom " About tonight.." He hesitated looked down at his desk "I hate to break our date, we have a case, actually I have a case. Unfinished from two years ago, you know how it is. New evidence to process and ummm." he stopped as he picked up a pen and piece of paper and started to fiddling with them.
"Oh, that's okay, how about you meet me at my place later, or I could make it easier and come over to yours?" stopping for a moment, and glancing at Grissom still fiddling with the pen and paper. " Grissom is there something you need to tell me?"
Not looking up, he remarked "No not really, you go home. We can make it…"Brass peeped his head in "Grissom time to head over to Lady Heathers." before he could get out his last words he realized Sara was sitting there. Sara turned around and glared at Brass and back at Grissom.
Why didn't you tell me! This is your case! Are you so…….." anger set in, Sara knew their past, Grissom and Lady Heather. He'd promised her he'd never set foot around her again.
Yelling out " Promise indeed, why can't you keep your side of a bargain." before he could answer she stormed out of his office and headed to the locker room. Got her things and left.
Stunned Grissom wanted to tell Sara why he was seeing Lady Heather, knew he couldn't.
Yes confusing, will fall into place, hang tight. Didn't want to get to far into fic, would like to know if it would interest you at all? Replies would be grateful