ButterFlied92
Lab Technician
Title: If Only In My Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own 'CSI:' or any of it's characters because if I did, I wouldn't be one of the countless groupies who thinks, breathes, lives CSI posting this.
Summary: Sara falls victim to a horrific tradgedy, and on Christmas Eve no less.
WARNING: Character death.
**This is a short fic which has no intent or purpose to last over ten segments maximum and will not become a sequel. Sorry guys.
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8:30 P.M. - December 24th, 2006
The soft flaking snow drifted down from the heavens, draping a light blanket over Las Vegas. But despite the bright lights of the casinos, all was quiet in the suburbs, such unusual behavior for a city of sins. 'Tis Christmas Eve, and the stars were nowhere to be seen; the only illumination on the streets that night were the dim lamposts. She sat quietly, clasping her knees over her chest as it heaved with her sobs, tears becoming slush, half freezing on her cheeks hidden by a screen of brown hair. She waited on a bus bench, the snow beginning to fall a little quicker, sticking to her hair like dandruff. "What are you doing here?" she sobbed, still turned to the man behind her. He was in his fifties it appeared, hair salt and pepper with stubble just showing, just enough to catch a few snowflakes too. She was suddenly aware of the warm light blazing from the headlights of a black Tahoe shedding some light onto her face. "Just leave me alone." She sniffled and got up, brushing the slush from her knees and began to walk away from the light and the man. She was in her thirties, short brown hair, and dark eyes. All she wore on this cold night was a sweater vest and khakis.
"Sara. Sara, don't do this." His footsteps were not muffled, but only amplified by the falling snow colliding with his footsteps, growing closer, but she insisted on speeding up. "Sara, you know I can't run that fast!"
"Then just leave me alone, Grissom!" Her face was sorrowful, full of anguish and unanswered questions. Speeding up, she ran and ran, his footsteps drowned out by the pounding of the blood in her head. He was gone, all in a flash, the only one she ever cared for. She could still see his smile, the way he talked, the way he was always there for her, but where was he now? Exactly. He had left her, and on Christmas Eve. It was their first anniversary together, and she had it all set out. Romantic christmas music resounded through the apartment they now shared, poinsettas decorated the kitchen and living room, as well as a small centerpiece on the table where she had a honey ham and other assorted foods out. All that was left was him to walk through the door, open the can of cranberries he insisted on running out to get, and the rest would fall into place. But instead of him walking through the door, Grissom had come knocking.
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An Hour Earlier...
"Oh, Hi Grissom! You want to come in?" His eyes were holding steady, but they were moist. He took a trembling step forward into the apartment as Sara closed the door behind him. "Here, I'll set another place for you. You're not headed anywhere are you? Grissom?" At no reply, she turned from reaching for a plate in the kitchen and saw Grissom standing where she left him, hands in his heavy coat pockets.
"Sara, I came here for a reason. Put the plate back." He turned towards the sofa and she cautiously put the plate back quietly and walked over to the sofa and sat next to him. He just gazed forward.
"Grissom, wha-?"
"He was in a car accident, the driver was drunk and walked away without a scratch. He didn't move at all..." Sara's eyebrows furrowed, now thoroughly confused.
"Who Grissom?" He just looked up and she knew. That's why he wasn't back from the store yet.
"Oh my-" Her hand shakily reached her mouth, covering it in shock. "No, no, you're lying."
"What kind of proof do you want? His death certificate? It's being printed up in Doc's office."
"It-It was our first anniversary! He was just going to get cranberries! He - he insisted! I told him not to, but he just smiled and said he'd be back soon. No, no, NO!" She was frenzied. She jumped up from the couch and went to swipe the things on the table to the floor when she was spun around and Grissom was grasping her wrists.
"Sara, please! I know it's not easy! Just don't burn the apartment complex down!" Releasing her, he grabbed an oven mitt sitting on the part of the table that wasn't flaming from the knocked candles and began to put it out. And with it, he put out any hope of him coming back.
She ran from the apartment, the cold air stinging her face and poisoning her lungs as she heard her supervisor's voice ringing from what seemed far off. "Sara! SARA!" This was not how Christmas was supposed to be.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'CSI:' or any of it's characters because if I did, I wouldn't be one of the countless groupies who thinks, breathes, lives CSI posting this.
Summary: Sara falls victim to a horrific tradgedy, and on Christmas Eve no less.
WARNING: Character death.
**This is a short fic which has no intent or purpose to last over ten segments maximum and will not become a sequel. Sorry guys.
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8:30 P.M. - December 24th, 2006
The soft flaking snow drifted down from the heavens, draping a light blanket over Las Vegas. But despite the bright lights of the casinos, all was quiet in the suburbs, such unusual behavior for a city of sins. 'Tis Christmas Eve, and the stars were nowhere to be seen; the only illumination on the streets that night were the dim lamposts. She sat quietly, clasping her knees over her chest as it heaved with her sobs, tears becoming slush, half freezing on her cheeks hidden by a screen of brown hair. She waited on a bus bench, the snow beginning to fall a little quicker, sticking to her hair like dandruff. "What are you doing here?" she sobbed, still turned to the man behind her. He was in his fifties it appeared, hair salt and pepper with stubble just showing, just enough to catch a few snowflakes too. She was suddenly aware of the warm light blazing from the headlights of a black Tahoe shedding some light onto her face. "Just leave me alone." She sniffled and got up, brushing the slush from her knees and began to walk away from the light and the man. She was in her thirties, short brown hair, and dark eyes. All she wore on this cold night was a sweater vest and khakis.
"Sara. Sara, don't do this." His footsteps were not muffled, but only amplified by the falling snow colliding with his footsteps, growing closer, but she insisted on speeding up. "Sara, you know I can't run that fast!"
"Then just leave me alone, Grissom!" Her face was sorrowful, full of anguish and unanswered questions. Speeding up, she ran and ran, his footsteps drowned out by the pounding of the blood in her head. He was gone, all in a flash, the only one she ever cared for. She could still see his smile, the way he talked, the way he was always there for her, but where was he now? Exactly. He had left her, and on Christmas Eve. It was their first anniversary together, and she had it all set out. Romantic christmas music resounded through the apartment they now shared, poinsettas decorated the kitchen and living room, as well as a small centerpiece on the table where she had a honey ham and other assorted foods out. All that was left was him to walk through the door, open the can of cranberries he insisted on running out to get, and the rest would fall into place. But instead of him walking through the door, Grissom had come knocking.
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An Hour Earlier...
"Oh, Hi Grissom! You want to come in?" His eyes were holding steady, but they were moist. He took a trembling step forward into the apartment as Sara closed the door behind him. "Here, I'll set another place for you. You're not headed anywhere are you? Grissom?" At no reply, she turned from reaching for a plate in the kitchen and saw Grissom standing where she left him, hands in his heavy coat pockets.
"Sara, I came here for a reason. Put the plate back." He turned towards the sofa and she cautiously put the plate back quietly and walked over to the sofa and sat next to him. He just gazed forward.
"Grissom, wha-?"
"He was in a car accident, the driver was drunk and walked away without a scratch. He didn't move at all..." Sara's eyebrows furrowed, now thoroughly confused.
"Who Grissom?" He just looked up and she knew. That's why he wasn't back from the store yet.
"Oh my-" Her hand shakily reached her mouth, covering it in shock. "No, no, you're lying."
"What kind of proof do you want? His death certificate? It's being printed up in Doc's office."
"It-It was our first anniversary! He was just going to get cranberries! He - he insisted! I told him not to, but he just smiled and said he'd be back soon. No, no, NO!" She was frenzied. She jumped up from the couch and went to swipe the things on the table to the floor when she was spun around and Grissom was grasping her wrists.
"Sara, please! I know it's not easy! Just don't burn the apartment complex down!" Releasing her, he grabbed an oven mitt sitting on the part of the table that wasn't flaming from the knocked candles and began to put it out. And with it, he put out any hope of him coming back.
She ran from the apartment, the cold air stinging her face and poisoning her lungs as she heard her supervisor's voice ringing from what seemed far off. "Sara! SARA!" This was not how Christmas was supposed to be.
