Summary:Sara is leaving. Grissom and her think about it. A Drabble.
Spoilers:BoP, PNN, PwF, and I think that's it.
A/N:Hello again. Been awhile. Well, this is a one shot unless the muses start smiling again. I hope I made the transition between Sara and Grissom's POV's clear. If not, tell me and I'll try to fix it. Enjoy!
I am walking down the hall. My footsteps mingle with the sounds of coffee makers, fax machines, and other things among the lab. The thin sheet of paper clasped in my fingers should seem almost weightless. Instead, it feels like a two ton rock. Taking these steps is much harder than before. Maybe it was because, last time I knew he would stop me. Now? Now I'm not so sure.
'The lab needs you.'
Translation: I need you. That's what should have come out. My mind formed those words, but my mouth morphed them into something else. Something foreign. I wonder if that's why she stayed. If it had just been the been the words? If I hadn't listened to Catherine, would she be gone? It couldn't possibly have been all about
I still have it. it's the only living thing left in my apartment. Everything else has been shipped to San Francisco. An old college friend is letting me stay with her until I can find my own apartment. And then the plant won't even be there. I won't be able to look at it. It has stopped me from leaving so many times before. But no plant will stop me now. No confusing conversations about life or diversions, baseball and beauty, no more attractive lies. I can't stay here.
'Since I met you.'
I meant to say it. I guess I was trying to test the waters. It was the closest thing I've ever said about my feelings towards her. And she thinks I didn't see the look of shock that crossed her face, but I did.
'What is Victoria's secret?'
I tried to remind him of our earlier conversation, but he didn't take. I am walking past the DNA Lab now. It's been months and there's no sign of what happened, but every time I close my eyes, I see it. The explosion... and what happened afterward.
I'm not sure if that was intentional or if it was a slip of the tongue. I saw her just sitting there. Just sitting there on the curb and she looked so lost. She made the walls around my heart come crashing down and before I knew it, before I could catch it, the endearment came barreling out.
And then the walls were up again.
'Would you like to have dinner with me?'
It was sudden, abrupt. I thought that with all the signals, all the signs he had sent. Well, lets just say, I guess I was wrong. And now I can barely work with him. I know he can't work with me. He hasn't put me on a case with him in well over a month. At least I know what to do about this.
It's too late Grissom.
'I don't know what to do about this.'
'I do. You know, by the time you figure it out, you really could be too late.'
I walked into my office tonight and there was a single manila folder with a single sheet of paper in it. I walked around my desk to take a seat, but found it already occupied. I moved the plant I had sent to her and sat down. I didn't have to look at the paper to know what it said. And this time I signed it.
I'm sorry Sara.
A/N:This was my first real angst, non-fluff piece. Please review.
"Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."