WOOT WOOT! Glad to have you on the boards again Sarah! 
& so sorry for the delay my loves. Twilight is taking over my life! (In a good way though, of course!) Here's a little treat!Chapter 18:
Sara did not move from her spot in the chair once the entire remainder of the night. She had been thinking the entire night and if one thing was for sure, she was going to
make him see her again; no exceptions. He had looked at her, he had looked
directly at her; she knew it. Then he washed it away with a little bit water and called himself crazy. But none of that was going to stop Sara. Especially now. Her experience the night before had exhilerated her.
When he began to stir, Sara knew she had a job to do. Before his legs were over the edge of the bed, Sara was standing in front of him, ready and waiting.
"It's about time you woke up." Sara said to him. The way she said it made it sound like she was beginning to start a conversation; as if he would respond. Today was another day; hopefully the day he would see her.
No more than ten minutes later, they were walking out of the hotel doors, Grissom leading the way.
"You know," Sara began, quickening her pace to walk alongside with him, "you're not crazy." She said and looked at his face for some sort of response. When she evoked nothing out of him she continued. "And I know that you heard me, and I know that you're going to hear me.
Again." Sara kept watching as he fumbled through his pockets for the keys to his rental. Skipping a few paces ahead of him, she turned around and started walking backwards, facing directly in front of him.
"So..." she started again, "I am going to talk to you so much that I am
hoping to drive you crazy." She then stopped for a moment, and started walking alongside him again, thinking about her choice of words. "Not really though, you know. About driving you crazy I mean, since I already said you weren't and all. Because you're not..." She then laughed at her ramblings. Soon enough she was going to drive
herself insane. Sara figured that if she kept talking and talking, then he would just have to hear her eventually. Maybe even see her...
Once they reached the car, Sara hurried to the passenger side and quickly hopped in, shutting the door just as Grissom took off and out of the parking lot. "Well then..." Sara said, turning in her seat. Facing Grissom's side of the car, she pulled her legs onto the seat and crossed them infront of her. Her tennis shoes rested halfway on his seat and halfway on hers. Any other usual day Grissom would have given her a slight smirk and told her to 'face forward and buckle up'. Sara tapped her fingers against her knees and studied his face. He hadn't seemed to notice her... yet.
"You better have someone watching Hank." she said, in all seriousness. "If he chews up the pillows on the couch again then there will be hell to pay!" she said, enjoying the little distraction as she thought about Hank for a little bit; well, thought outloud. If there was going to be any chance of him hearing her at all, then
she would need to get used to doing some excessive talking. After a few minutes, she noticed that Grissom had given no notice to her at all. She let out a humorless laugh.
"You're going to need to hear me sometime, Gilbert!" Sara half-smiled then playfully hit him on the arm. Upon this happening, Grissom jumped up and hit his head on the roof of the car, almost swerving into the next lane and into a couple of cars. After a few moments of horns being honked profusely, and watching neighboring cars cussing to themselves, Grissom made it onto the shoulder, looking as pale as a ghost. When the car finally came to a stop, he let his head droop down and, not-so-softly, hit the top of the steering wheel.
Sara, feeling completely responsible for this almost-catastophe began attempting to stammer out an apology.
"Gil," she breathed out, "I-I'm so sorry..." she inhaled deeply, "I shouldn't have... that was dumb of me... stupid really..." she rambled on until she realized it didn't matter, he still couldn't hear. But she hadn't realized that she had been staring at the floor until she heard a sound that made her heart ache.
Looking up at the man she loved, it nearly killed her when she saw him, head still against the steering wheel, letting out a sob. Only a few times in her whole life had she seen him cry. And knowing that she couldn't hold him and tell him it would be okay, made it that much worse. Sara then leaned up against his back as he stayed slumped over, and wrapped her arms around his torso. She then kissed his back softly willing herself not to begin crying as well.
After what seemed like hours, though it was, in reality, only a few minutes, Grissom sat up and ran his hands over his face, regaining his composure. Sara then sat up as well and sat watching him, with a somber look on her face.
"I swear to you," he said, just barely above a whisper, "I
will find you." Sara curled her legs back up to her in the passenger seat and sighed.
"I know you will."
That was when all hell seemed to break loose for a moment, only to Sara, it was the equivalent to heaven...
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Muchas gracias!
