SaraGrissom
Witness
Spoilers: Beginning about post-The Good, The Bad, and The Dominatrix and continuing through Living Doll.
Rating: R for possible language and violence
Song: “How Do I Live Without You” By Trisha Yearwood to be used later on in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation nor do I claim to (although I wish I did). I’m not a part of CBS, Alliance Atlantis and/or any of their affiliates. If I did own CSI, Sara would not be possibly dying and Lady Heather would have died. XD. If you don’t like GSR, this is not the story for you. Get over it. It’s a canon ship and will be forever.
Thanks go to my beta and my darling sister, Leah. Only she gets to find my random typos.
Chapter: 1/?
Sara was thankful shift had ended quickly that day. She wanted out of the lab and away from everyone commenting on the supposed relationship that Grissom and Lady Heather had together. It was the last thing in the world she had wanted to hear. She was the only woman to rattle him. The words continued to ring in her ears. I just wonder which one of them wore the chaps. She rolled her eyes as she unlocked her Denali. Damn Catherine for telling her these things. Damn Grissom for liking the woman. Damn Heather for being someone he could like. Damn herself for letting it get to her the way it was.
Sara pulled into the driveway of Grissom’s townhouse. No, their townhouse. She needed to continue reminding herself of that. It felt weird sometimes to live with someone else, but it was the days when shift was hard that falling asleep in his arms made the world a better place. She got out of the Denali and locked the car before going inside the house.
Bruno came bounding up to her as Sara entered the house. She smiled, lightly scratching behind the dog’s ears as she glanced around for some sign of Grissom being home. Finding none, she sighed softly and moved into the kitchen to feed the dog. She moved around the kitchen and the living room while the dog was eating to see if she could find a note or something from Grissom. Once again, nothing, but she wasn’t that surprised. After letting Bruno outside for a run, she dialed his cell phone number.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings until Grissom finally answered his cell phone. Sara sighed thankfully when she heard his voice on the phone. She was glad to know he was alright, but that didn’t change the fact that she was upset that he didn’t leave a note or call her. She sat on the counter, “Where the hell are you?”
Grissom fumbled over his words slightly as he glanced around Heather’s house. Tea cup in hand, he sipped from it before setting it back on the table. His eyes slowly met Heather’s as he spoke to Sara on the phone, “I’m…uh…I’m at Heather’s place.”
If only he could have seen her eyes at that moment, he would have realized the anger and hurt she felt. She nearly jumped off the counter, “You’re where!?!” Her usually soft brown eyes were hard, cold, and almost shooting flames. She let Bruno back into the house before nearly slamming the sliding glass door shut, “I mean, you must be lying to me right now. No, let me rephrase, you better be lying to me right now. Why the hell are you over there?” She couldn’t make sense of the feelings she had coursing through her veins at the time she was talking to him.
He stammered at the overwhelming amount of feelings she threw at him at one time, “Sara, I-“
His words were quickly cut short as she raised her voice, “No, don’t you dare give me some bullshit excuse right now. I do not want to hear some damned excuse. Just tell me when you’re coming home.” She almost growled her statements as she tried to control her anger.
Grissom was slightly taken aback by Sara’s anger and tone in her voice. She wasn’t usually like that when it came to an argument between them. They had arguments, but they could easily be talked out and solved quickly before their usual make-up sex. This time, however, seemed different. He could sense the anger in her voice, but he could also sense something else. Something far away from anger. He could sense her hurting behind the anger and that was what tore him apart more than anything. He hurt her and that was the one thing he never wanted to do. He hated hurting her especially after all the times he had screwed up with her both before and after she came to Vegas. He sighed softly, “Sara, please, just listen to me. She needs me right now and…”
“Just tell me when you’ll be home, Grissom.” She hissed his name with more venom that she probably should have, but that was how she felt.
He winced visibly at the sound of his last name nearly burning its way off her tongue. The only time she has called him by his last name since they’ve been together is at work. It truly burned a hole in his heart to hear her say it as she just did. He sighed softly, “I’ll be home in the morning. I really do wish that…”
Once again, Grissom’s sentence was quickly cut short. Sara wasn’t in the mood to argue something like that over the phone, “Don’t expect me to wait up for you. Hell, don’t even expect me to wait for you before work. I really don’t care right now.” Before he even had a chance to respond, the phone clicked off as she hung up.
Grissom heard the phone click off in his ear and he sighed, putting the cell phone back into his pocket. Heather sat, relaxed, in her chair with her right leg crossed over her left as she sipped her tea. When he hung up the phone, she cocked an eyebrow at him, “Something the matter? I can see it in your eyes. You’re upset about something. I’m just not sure as to what.”
With his elbows resting on his knees, he held his head in his hands while he tried to figure out what to do. At Heather’s words, his jaw clenched slightly, “Nothing you need to worry about Heather. It’ll be fine soon enough. There will just be a few things I need to take care of when I get home tomorrow. Nothing that needs to be worried about right now. Right now…” He picked his head up to look at Heather, “Right now, I’m more worried about what is going on in your life. You nearly died, and I need to know why.”
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Rating: R for possible language and violence
Song: “How Do I Live Without You” By Trisha Yearwood to be used later on in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation nor do I claim to (although I wish I did). I’m not a part of CBS, Alliance Atlantis and/or any of their affiliates. If I did own CSI, Sara would not be possibly dying and Lady Heather would have died. XD. If you don’t like GSR, this is not the story for you. Get over it. It’s a canon ship and will be forever.
Thanks go to my beta and my darling sister, Leah. Only she gets to find my random typos.
Chapter: 1/?
Sara was thankful shift had ended quickly that day. She wanted out of the lab and away from everyone commenting on the supposed relationship that Grissom and Lady Heather had together. It was the last thing in the world she had wanted to hear. She was the only woman to rattle him. The words continued to ring in her ears. I just wonder which one of them wore the chaps. She rolled her eyes as she unlocked her Denali. Damn Catherine for telling her these things. Damn Grissom for liking the woman. Damn Heather for being someone he could like. Damn herself for letting it get to her the way it was.
Sara pulled into the driveway of Grissom’s townhouse. No, their townhouse. She needed to continue reminding herself of that. It felt weird sometimes to live with someone else, but it was the days when shift was hard that falling asleep in his arms made the world a better place. She got out of the Denali and locked the car before going inside the house.
Bruno came bounding up to her as Sara entered the house. She smiled, lightly scratching behind the dog’s ears as she glanced around for some sign of Grissom being home. Finding none, she sighed softly and moved into the kitchen to feed the dog. She moved around the kitchen and the living room while the dog was eating to see if she could find a note or something from Grissom. Once again, nothing, but she wasn’t that surprised. After letting Bruno outside for a run, she dialed his cell phone number.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings until Grissom finally answered his cell phone. Sara sighed thankfully when she heard his voice on the phone. She was glad to know he was alright, but that didn’t change the fact that she was upset that he didn’t leave a note or call her. She sat on the counter, “Where the hell are you?”
Grissom fumbled over his words slightly as he glanced around Heather’s house. Tea cup in hand, he sipped from it before setting it back on the table. His eyes slowly met Heather’s as he spoke to Sara on the phone, “I’m…uh…I’m at Heather’s place.”
If only he could have seen her eyes at that moment, he would have realized the anger and hurt she felt. She nearly jumped off the counter, “You’re where!?!” Her usually soft brown eyes were hard, cold, and almost shooting flames. She let Bruno back into the house before nearly slamming the sliding glass door shut, “I mean, you must be lying to me right now. No, let me rephrase, you better be lying to me right now. Why the hell are you over there?” She couldn’t make sense of the feelings she had coursing through her veins at the time she was talking to him.
He stammered at the overwhelming amount of feelings she threw at him at one time, “Sara, I-“
His words were quickly cut short as she raised her voice, “No, don’t you dare give me some bullshit excuse right now. I do not want to hear some damned excuse. Just tell me when you’re coming home.” She almost growled her statements as she tried to control her anger.
Grissom was slightly taken aback by Sara’s anger and tone in her voice. She wasn’t usually like that when it came to an argument between them. They had arguments, but they could easily be talked out and solved quickly before their usual make-up sex. This time, however, seemed different. He could sense the anger in her voice, but he could also sense something else. Something far away from anger. He could sense her hurting behind the anger and that was what tore him apart more than anything. He hurt her and that was the one thing he never wanted to do. He hated hurting her especially after all the times he had screwed up with her both before and after she came to Vegas. He sighed softly, “Sara, please, just listen to me. She needs me right now and…”
“Just tell me when you’ll be home, Grissom.” She hissed his name with more venom that she probably should have, but that was how she felt.
He winced visibly at the sound of his last name nearly burning its way off her tongue. The only time she has called him by his last name since they’ve been together is at work. It truly burned a hole in his heart to hear her say it as she just did. He sighed softly, “I’ll be home in the morning. I really do wish that…”
Once again, Grissom’s sentence was quickly cut short. Sara wasn’t in the mood to argue something like that over the phone, “Don’t expect me to wait up for you. Hell, don’t even expect me to wait for you before work. I really don’t care right now.” Before he even had a chance to respond, the phone clicked off as she hung up.
Grissom heard the phone click off in his ear and he sighed, putting the cell phone back into his pocket. Heather sat, relaxed, in her chair with her right leg crossed over her left as she sipped her tea. When he hung up the phone, she cocked an eyebrow at him, “Something the matter? I can see it in your eyes. You’re upset about something. I’m just not sure as to what.”
With his elbows resting on his knees, he held his head in his hands while he tried to figure out what to do. At Heather’s words, his jaw clenched slightly, “Nothing you need to worry about Heather. It’ll be fine soon enough. There will just be a few things I need to take care of when I get home tomorrow. Nothing that needs to be worried about right now. Right now…” He picked his head up to look at Heather, “Right now, I’m more worried about what is going on in your life. You nearly died, and I need to know why.”
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