toomuchovertime
CSI Level Two
Sara had just gotten home after a long shift. Her feet were screaming, and she was feeling depressed. The source of her depression was once again how she felt for Grissom. She ached to take a leap of faith with him, but she knew it wasn't logical. He'd rejected her the last time she'd tried, and she didn't know if she could bear that pain again.
She sighed and sank onto her couch, putting her feet up. Her head was screaming, "Sara, don't put yourself out there again!" Her heart, on the other hand, screamed, "Do it! You know you want to!"
Her heart was right. She ached to take a chance, but could she risk it again? She groaned. Love was way too complicated. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle, almost inaudible knock on the door. Her heart lept a little. Could it be? She gathered her courage and rose, crossing the room.
"Griss, hey. Come on in." Her eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and she stepped aside to let him enter.
She sighed and sank onto her couch, putting her feet up. Her head was screaming, "Sara, don't put yourself out there again!" Her heart, on the other hand, screamed, "Do it! You know you want to!"
Her heart was right. She ached to take a chance, but could she risk it again? She groaned. Love was way too complicated. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle, almost inaudible knock on the door. Her heart lept a little. Could it be? She gathered her courage and rose, crossing the room.
"Griss, hey. Come on in." Her eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and she stepped aside to let him enter.