Re: Crime Of Passion
Catherine nodded her agreement before turning toward the door.
"I'll give you some time."
She said softly before she left, sitting in a chair in the corridor, head in her hands.
Despite the fact that she was half-dead and had a couple hundred wires and tubes attached to her, Sara looked at peace for once in her life. She was pale, but to Grissom's eyes she looked so beautiful. No frown lines or tears or eyes that held pain. She was weak, everyone could see that, but she was still a fighter. She'd been a fighter her whole life and now that she had something to live for, someone to live for, it seemed to have given her the ounce of strength she needed to pull through. For him.
She didn't stir from the peaceful world she was lost in, but Grissom was there and they were together, happy. Half of her didn't want to leave but the other half was telling her that it was all just an imaginary world and that the real Grissom was waiting for if she pulled out of it. She was struggling to get to him - seeing his face in the mist of her dreams - and she could almost reach him. So near but so far.
A small frown was on her face as she tried her hardest to get back to him. She was trapped and the dream world was starting to scare her. She felt like she was trapped in her own mind and that was a haunting thought. A small whimper escaped her lips but she was still too far out of his world for to know if he heard her.
"Grissom..."
The word left her lips on nothing more then a sigh.