Post by I*Heart*Jorja on Apr 19, 2006 3:27:30 GMT 1
A/N: CSI does not belong to me in anyway shape or form. These ideas do however. DO NOT TAKE THEM.
Spoilers: For all seasons
Grissom could remember the fist day she came to Vegas. The way her voice sounded when she was patronizing him for using dummies instead of computers. The way the concern in her voice could not be hidden when she talked about Holly Gibbs. The way her brown hair fell around her face, her perfect face. Grissom could remember everything about her.
Grissom was sitting in his living room, sitting in his favorite worn out black leather overstuffed armchair. Surrounded by pristine white walls covered with bugs of every shape, color, and size, each one nestled in their clear plastic cases, each one with a pin stuck right through their middle.
Gil Grissom loved his bugs, he loved his work, and he used to think that he loved them more than Sara Sidle. But he was wrong. He could remember all the cases she worked on, all the emotions each one gave her, all the secrets she uncovered.
He could remember the case where she was obsessed with a gorilla. How much she cared that it got buried, that it got justice.
He could remember the time he flirted with her at the ice rink. He could remember everything about her. The way she laughed at Greg’s jokes, or the way her smile lit up the room. One of her rare smiles that showed the gap in between her front teeth.
He could remember the night she asked him to sleep with him; instead they stayed up all night watching a pig decompose. Or the time she asked him out to dinner right after the lab exploded. And like an idiot he said no.
Grissom could remember all the bad things too. The way she mouthed off to Catharine and almost got fired. The time she got drunk got pulled over and he had to take her home.
But both those time came with good too. He got to hold her hand. It may have been just a simply gesture from a friend to her, but to him it was everything. Or the time she finally decided to break down the barrier around her and tell him about her family, her miserable childhood.
He could remember every moment they shared together. He had always hoped they would make memories together. But he was too late. Sara Sidle, his Sara, was making memories with someone else.
It took him a while to catch on. All the little things they did. At times he thought they were joking around. It wasn’t until one day he walked into the locker room that he realized something was actually going on. The day he saw Sara give him a quick, but affectionate, peck on the lips and tell him that she would see him at home.
For being part of the nations leading Crime Scene Investigation Lab, he was surprised that he didn’t notice before. That he didn’t notice the tiny wedding band around her finger, or the way she hid her ever-growing stomach secretly beneath her clothes.
His Sara was married and pregnant. He wanted those things, but instead Greg Sanders had them.
He took another chug of the vodka that he was swishing around in his hand. He sat there silently understanding that what he had now was all he was ever going to have. His white walls covered with insects, his vodka, his favorite black chair, and his work.
A/N: Yes it is over, but if you ask I may continue. But from a different point a view. Maybe from no one persons view. Maybe I will tell the story of Greg and Sara. But only if you ask for it. So go and push the button below and give me review. Thanks!
Spoilers: For all seasons
Grissom could remember the fist day she came to Vegas. The way her voice sounded when she was patronizing him for using dummies instead of computers. The way the concern in her voice could not be hidden when she talked about Holly Gibbs. The way her brown hair fell around her face, her perfect face. Grissom could remember everything about her.
Grissom was sitting in his living room, sitting in his favorite worn out black leather overstuffed armchair. Surrounded by pristine white walls covered with bugs of every shape, color, and size, each one nestled in their clear plastic cases, each one with a pin stuck right through their middle.
Gil Grissom loved his bugs, he loved his work, and he used to think that he loved them more than Sara Sidle. But he was wrong. He could remember all the cases she worked on, all the emotions each one gave her, all the secrets she uncovered.
He could remember the case where she was obsessed with a gorilla. How much she cared that it got buried, that it got justice.
He could remember the time he flirted with her at the ice rink. He could remember everything about her. The way she laughed at Greg’s jokes, or the way her smile lit up the room. One of her rare smiles that showed the gap in between her front teeth.
He could remember the night she asked him to sleep with him; instead they stayed up all night watching a pig decompose. Or the time she asked him out to dinner right after the lab exploded. And like an idiot he said no.
Grissom could remember all the bad things too. The way she mouthed off to Catharine and almost got fired. The time she got drunk got pulled over and he had to take her home.
But both those time came with good too. He got to hold her hand. It may have been just a simply gesture from a friend to her, but to him it was everything. Or the time she finally decided to break down the barrier around her and tell him about her family, her miserable childhood.
He could remember every moment they shared together. He had always hoped they would make memories together. But he was too late. Sara Sidle, his Sara, was making memories with someone else.
It took him a while to catch on. All the little things they did. At times he thought they were joking around. It wasn’t until one day he walked into the locker room that he realized something was actually going on. The day he saw Sara give him a quick, but affectionate, peck on the lips and tell him that she would see him at home.
For being part of the nations leading Crime Scene Investigation Lab, he was surprised that he didn’t notice before. That he didn’t notice the tiny wedding band around her finger, or the way she hid her ever-growing stomach secretly beneath her clothes.
His Sara was married and pregnant. He wanted those things, but instead Greg Sanders had them.
He took another chug of the vodka that he was swishing around in his hand. He sat there silently understanding that what he had now was all he was ever going to have. His white walls covered with insects, his vodka, his favorite black chair, and his work.
A/N: Yes it is over, but if you ask I may continue. But from a different point a view. Maybe from no one persons view. Maybe I will tell the story of Greg and Sara. But only if you ask for it. So go and push the button below and give me review. Thanks!
