Steve_Jobs
Police Officer
Chapter 1; Cabernet Sauvignon and tears
It was a sunny afternoon like so many others. In Las Vegas, the skies were rarely clouded. Sara Sidle was driving home after work, although she worked nights, she never came home before noon. While listening to her favorite music, she steered the large vehicle through traffic until she reached Grissom's townhouse. After parking the car on the gravel, she got gathered her things and hopped out.
Sara opened the door and walked into the kitchen. She found a note on the fridge, it was from Grissom.
"419 in Henderson, I won't make it to dinner... Sorry.."
She grinned and got herself a coke, Sara loved her job, it meant more to her then anything, but not more then Grissom. When they started dating, a while ago, it felt like her greatest desire had been fulfilled. She finally had someone who loved her and who she could love. Sara came from a broken home with abusive parents, full of hurt. In school she never had a real boyfriend, no one liked her because she was so different from all the others.
Sara, sara, so easy to look at, so hard to define
It was a line of the Bob Dylan song Grissom played at their first date, right here in his home.
Sara, Sara, loving you is one thing I’ll never regret
They moved in with each other just two weeks after that date, mostly due to the fact that Sara’s landlord wanted more from her then rent. Still, Sara was happy now. She felt like no one could hurt her anymore now she was with Gil.
<<<>>><<<>>><<>>Sara Sidle’s Life, three months later<<<>>><<>><<<>>>
Grissom went away for yet another series of lectures, only this time they lasted six months. Sara said that it was okay and she encouraged him to go, the pay was exceptionally well, but she missed him so much. Although hating to admit it, she started drinking more then a few glasses of wine each night before she went to bed. It made her feel comfortable and warm inside, she tried to fill the void left by Grissom with the wine. Wondering if some evil power tried its very best every week, day and hour to make her unhappy and take everything form her that gave her pleasure, she put her head on a pillow and fell asleep on the couch.
<<<>>><<<>>><<>>Sara Sidle’s Life, four hours later<<<>>><<>><<<>>>
Amy went by the townhouse on her and Sara’s day off, she wanted to surprise her and take her to the mall shopping and dancing afterwards. Amy was the CSI Grissom asked to fill his position during his absence. She was an old friend of him and Sara, they met during their time in Berkley.
When Amy reached the doorstep and pushed the button to ring the bell, Sara came back to life. Slowly she got up from the couch and noticed the she spilled a glass of redwine over her clothes when she fell asleep. Or was it passed out? She wasn’t so sure anymore. Suddenly Sara remembered the doorbell, it was probably FedEx with another one of the books she ordered online.
When Sara opened the door she looked like hell. The clothes she wore at work the previous day stained, her face still showing signs she had been crying, her hair messy and dirty.
“Sara! What happened to you?”
Shit. that was the first thought that passed Sara’s mind when she saw it wasn’t Fred, the FedEx guy, who was at the door.
“ehm, nothing. Just, fell asleep during movie night I guess.”
Amy politely pushed Sara aside and before she noticed the other CSI was in her living-room.
“Movie night with the folks from Cabernet Sauvignon I see? Sara! I thought you stopped doing this shit back in Berkley! You know you shouldn’t drink..”
“I didn’t drink so much, i had friends over!” Sara lied
“I know you by now girl, where are the other glasses then?”
A not so very convincing “Ehm...” was the only thing Sara could get out of her mouth..
Amy walked up to Sara and hugged her, “its going to be okay, he’ll be back soon, trust me, he will. Lets just fix you up a bit, do something about your hangover and lets put this behind us. Then, young lady, you’ll give me all alcohol left.”
“I promise i won’t drink too much again, you really don’t have to do that” Sara replied, already knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.
“No Sar no way I’ll let you have that stuff. If you don’t give it to me I’ll get you back into counseling.”
“fine.”
After Amy sent Sara up to shower and get some clean clothes she started cleaning up the mess. She removed the stains from Sara’s clothes, the carpet and the couch, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, placed the books back in the right spots, threw out the mountain of pizza boxes and so much more.
When she vacuumed under the couch she found a box, she grabbed it and put it on the coffee table and continued vacuuming. After she was finished Amy took another look at the box, she couldn’t open it. It was made of metal and had no marks on the outside, it was just a metal box, about the size of big forensic textbook and three books high. Finally she spotted a small mark on the right bottom corner of the box, it read:
Securicor • UltraSafe
When she heard Sara coming down the stairs she quickly put the box back under the couch and pretended she never saw it.
“WOW! You did that while I was showering? It's cleaner then it was before Grissom left!”
Amy laughed, “lets go, we have some serious "drown your sorrows" shopping to do.”
It was a sunny afternoon like so many others. In Las Vegas, the skies were rarely clouded. Sara Sidle was driving home after work, although she worked nights, she never came home before noon. While listening to her favorite music, she steered the large vehicle through traffic until she reached Grissom's townhouse. After parking the car on the gravel, she got gathered her things and hopped out.
Sara opened the door and walked into the kitchen. She found a note on the fridge, it was from Grissom.
"419 in Henderson, I won't make it to dinner... Sorry.."
She grinned and got herself a coke, Sara loved her job, it meant more to her then anything, but not more then Grissom. When they started dating, a while ago, it felt like her greatest desire had been fulfilled. She finally had someone who loved her and who she could love. Sara came from a broken home with abusive parents, full of hurt. In school she never had a real boyfriend, no one liked her because she was so different from all the others.
Sara, sara, so easy to look at, so hard to define
It was a line of the Bob Dylan song Grissom played at their first date, right here in his home.
Sara, Sara, loving you is one thing I’ll never regret
They moved in with each other just two weeks after that date, mostly due to the fact that Sara’s landlord wanted more from her then rent. Still, Sara was happy now. She felt like no one could hurt her anymore now she was with Gil.
<<<>>><<<>>><<>>Sara Sidle’s Life, three months later<<<>>><<>><<<>>>
Grissom went away for yet another series of lectures, only this time they lasted six months. Sara said that it was okay and she encouraged him to go, the pay was exceptionally well, but she missed him so much. Although hating to admit it, she started drinking more then a few glasses of wine each night before she went to bed. It made her feel comfortable and warm inside, she tried to fill the void left by Grissom with the wine. Wondering if some evil power tried its very best every week, day and hour to make her unhappy and take everything form her that gave her pleasure, she put her head on a pillow and fell asleep on the couch.
<<<>>><<<>>><<>>Sara Sidle’s Life, four hours later<<<>>><<>><<<>>>
Amy went by the townhouse on her and Sara’s day off, she wanted to surprise her and take her to the mall shopping and dancing afterwards. Amy was the CSI Grissom asked to fill his position during his absence. She was an old friend of him and Sara, they met during their time in Berkley.
When Amy reached the doorstep and pushed the button to ring the bell, Sara came back to life. Slowly she got up from the couch and noticed the she spilled a glass of redwine over her clothes when she fell asleep. Or was it passed out? She wasn’t so sure anymore. Suddenly Sara remembered the doorbell, it was probably FedEx with another one of the books she ordered online.
When Sara opened the door she looked like hell. The clothes she wore at work the previous day stained, her face still showing signs she had been crying, her hair messy and dirty.
“Sara! What happened to you?”
Shit. that was the first thought that passed Sara’s mind when she saw it wasn’t Fred, the FedEx guy, who was at the door.
“ehm, nothing. Just, fell asleep during movie night I guess.”
Amy politely pushed Sara aside and before she noticed the other CSI was in her living-room.
“Movie night with the folks from Cabernet Sauvignon I see? Sara! I thought you stopped doing this shit back in Berkley! You know you shouldn’t drink..”
“I didn’t drink so much, i had friends over!” Sara lied
“I know you by now girl, where are the other glasses then?”
A not so very convincing “Ehm...” was the only thing Sara could get out of her mouth..
Amy walked up to Sara and hugged her, “its going to be okay, he’ll be back soon, trust me, he will. Lets just fix you up a bit, do something about your hangover and lets put this behind us. Then, young lady, you’ll give me all alcohol left.”
“I promise i won’t drink too much again, you really don’t have to do that” Sara replied, already knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.
“No Sar no way I’ll let you have that stuff. If you don’t give it to me I’ll get you back into counseling.”
“fine.”
After Amy sent Sara up to shower and get some clean clothes she started cleaning up the mess. She removed the stains from Sara’s clothes, the carpet and the couch, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, placed the books back in the right spots, threw out the mountain of pizza boxes and so much more.
When she vacuumed under the couch she found a box, she grabbed it and put it on the coffee table and continued vacuuming. After she was finished Amy took another look at the box, she couldn’t open it. It was made of metal and had no marks on the outside, it was just a metal box, about the size of big forensic textbook and three books high. Finally she spotted a small mark on the right bottom corner of the box, it read:
Securicor • UltraSafe
When she heard Sara coming down the stairs she quickly put the box back under the couch and pretended she never saw it.
“WOW! You did that while I was showering? It's cleaner then it was before Grissom left!”
Amy laughed, “lets go, we have some serious "drown your sorrows" shopping to do.”
WHAA ? It's Grissom, dead, isn't it? Or Sara's long lost ex-boyfriend's mother's sister's cousin's ex-girlfriend's daughter's step-sister's cousin twice removed on her step-mother's side. Her dog. Isn't it?