Roosey
Captain
Title: So, they're spending the tax-dollars on our love? Genre: Romance/Drama. Ship: GSR Takes place: Somewhere in the beginning of season 5.
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Chapter One
It was a hot friday afternoon in the city of Las Vegas. Since Sara came to Vegas, Grissom was in love. But he was a man of hiding. Hiding his history, about his mother who told him to use drugs, because he was so boring. Hiding his feelings.. so, also his feelings for the brunette.
The love was mutual. Sara had always been in love with Grissom. But she told Grissom that several times. She asked him to have dinner with her, but he was always rejective. So Sara had given up the hope.
"Hey Sara, we have a new case. I'll meet you in five minutes on the parking lot", Grissom said.
The butterflies flied through Sara's tummy. His voice was so.. sexy. Sara swallowed.
"Okay, do I have to bring anything specific?"
The day before, Grissom had decided to be more open to Sara about his love. He'd give her small hints. But that was difficult for him.
"Well, you're dressed too warm now. Change clothes. It's 120 F outside."
Sara's heart beated faster. He, the man she'd always loved, said her to change her clothes into something more sexy, well, that's what he said, indirectly, right?
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Sara ran towards the locker room. She only had a tanktop in her locker, should she wear that? She decided it'd be okay to wear.
Five minutes later, Grissom saw Sara coming out of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Warrick stood next to him and asked him about the case.
"So, it's a domestic abuse case?"
Grissom answered: "Yes, it is indeed. We'll process the scene in circles, because I heard there's lots of evidence."
Sara swallowed. A domestic abuse case? She'd been involved with a case like this. Her father used to beat her up every week, without her mother knowing it. Eventually her mother got to know it and she murdered her dad. But she didn't want to tell Grissom or any of the other CSIs about it. She was a strong woman and she would get through this case.
Sara, Grissom and Warrick drove to the scene, somewhere in North Vegas.
"Any details, Griss?", Warrick asked the supervisor.
"Father murdered, mother ran away, so she's the main suspect, they've got a daughter, eleven years old, lots of bruises."
Sara swallowed again. This was just like her situation at home! She felt some tears. Luckily, they arrived at the scene.
It was a nice, great house in a wealthy neighbourhood. It was finally an opposite from Sara's situation. Sara lived in a small house, her parents were hippies.
They passed the Crime Scene Do Not Cross-line. Sara saw the girl. She had brown hair, just like her. She looked terrible, her face was full with bruises and blood. What happened to her. The look of the girl motivated Sara to find the suspect. What a jerk!
"So, Sara, I want you to try to get some words of the poor kid."
"No, I..."
"What's wrong, Sara?" Grissom looked concerned. What was wrong with her?
"Okay, I'll do it." Sara walked towards the girl. Sara felt the tears coming up. No, please, stay inside my eyes. Please, she thought. Sara couldn't have the tears at this moment.
"Hey sweetie, I'm Sara Sidle. I'm going to figure out who did this terrible thing to you. Do you want me to get you some water?"
The little girl cried. Sara felt so sorry for her. She knew excactly what went through her. The feeling of losing a parent, the feeling of neglection, the feeling of hate towards the one who did the terrible thing.
"Nothing... please", the little girl answered. "It was.. my father. He did it."
- to be continued -
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Chapter One
It was a hot friday afternoon in the city of Las Vegas. Since Sara came to Vegas, Grissom was in love. But he was a man of hiding. Hiding his history, about his mother who told him to use drugs, because he was so boring. Hiding his feelings.. so, also his feelings for the brunette.
The love was mutual. Sara had always been in love with Grissom. But she told Grissom that several times. She asked him to have dinner with her, but he was always rejective. So Sara had given up the hope.
"Hey Sara, we have a new case. I'll meet you in five minutes on the parking lot", Grissom said.
The butterflies flied through Sara's tummy. His voice was so.. sexy. Sara swallowed.
"Okay, do I have to bring anything specific?"
The day before, Grissom had decided to be more open to Sara about his love. He'd give her small hints. But that was difficult for him.
"Well, you're dressed too warm now. Change clothes. It's 120 F outside."
Sara's heart beated faster. He, the man she'd always loved, said her to change her clothes into something more sexy, well, that's what he said, indirectly, right?
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Sara ran towards the locker room. She only had a tanktop in her locker, should she wear that? She decided it'd be okay to wear.
Five minutes later, Grissom saw Sara coming out of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Warrick stood next to him and asked him about the case.
"So, it's a domestic abuse case?"
Grissom answered: "Yes, it is indeed. We'll process the scene in circles, because I heard there's lots of evidence."
Sara swallowed. A domestic abuse case? She'd been involved with a case like this. Her father used to beat her up every week, without her mother knowing it. Eventually her mother got to know it and she murdered her dad. But she didn't want to tell Grissom or any of the other CSIs about it. She was a strong woman and she would get through this case.
Sara, Grissom and Warrick drove to the scene, somewhere in North Vegas.
"Any details, Griss?", Warrick asked the supervisor.
"Father murdered, mother ran away, so she's the main suspect, they've got a daughter, eleven years old, lots of bruises."
Sara swallowed again. This was just like her situation at home! She felt some tears. Luckily, they arrived at the scene.
It was a nice, great house in a wealthy neighbourhood. It was finally an opposite from Sara's situation. Sara lived in a small house, her parents were hippies.
They passed the Crime Scene Do Not Cross-line. Sara saw the girl. She had brown hair, just like her. She looked terrible, her face was full with bruises and blood. What happened to her. The look of the girl motivated Sara to find the suspect. What a jerk!
"So, Sara, I want you to try to get some words of the poor kid."
"No, I..."
"What's wrong, Sara?" Grissom looked concerned. What was wrong with her?
"Okay, I'll do it." Sara walked towards the girl. Sara felt the tears coming up. No, please, stay inside my eyes. Please, she thought. Sara couldn't have the tears at this moment.
"Hey sweetie, I'm Sara Sidle. I'm going to figure out who did this terrible thing to you. Do you want me to get you some water?"
The little girl cried. Sara felt so sorry for her. She knew excactly what went through her. The feeling of losing a parent, the feeling of neglection, the feeling of hate towards the one who did the terrible thing.
"Nothing... please", the little girl answered. "It was.. my father. He did it."
- to be continued -