Title: Untitled
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is being made from this
story.
He was quietly sitting in the break room when she
walked in, a cup of coffee in his hand and an untouched crossword puzzle lying
on the table in front of him. It was obvious that he was deep in thought. She
watched as he absently took a drink of his coffee. She wondered what it was
that was bothering him so much.
The hot coffee burned his tongue.
"Shit!"
It was then that he noticed that he was no
longer alone. He quickly glanced up at her smiling face. "Hi,
Sara."
He returned her smile and she walked over to
sit across the table from him. "Anything wrong Grissom?"
"Uh…no…everything’s fine." He was
suddenly very uncomfortable and she was very aware of it.
She stood up to leave,
it was obvious he didn’t want her here. "Where are you going?"
"Leaving you to your
thoughts."
"Stay." He said it as a statement,
but it was more of a question that she read in his eyes.
Slowly, she sat back down. "Okay."
After a brief pause, she added, "You want to talk about it?"
He sighed heavily. "I don’t know."
Then he looked towards the floor. "I just know that I don’t really want to
be alone right now."
She was shocked. It was very non-Grissom to
admit that he wanted someone around him when he was going through something
that was clearly painful for him. "Oh…okay."
He turned his gaze back towards her.
"It’s odd, isn’t it?"
"What?"
"How losing something you never really
had could truly break your heart."
He watched the confusion in her eyes. She
honestly had no idea where this was going. "Grissom…what are you talking
about?"
He continued on with his thoughts. "You
never really own anything. Everything of any value is a gift from…someone or
something." He studied her eyes for a minute. "What I mean is…the
simple things in life…the things that people tend to take for granted…the smell
of fresh coffee, the sight of a beautiful orchid, the touch of a hand, the
taste of a fine wine, hearing the voice of someone singing…they’re all gifts.
They are not to be owned…and they can be taken away just as quickly as they
were given."
He never took his eyes from hers. He wanted to
watch her reaction to the words he was speaking. There were questions in her
eyes. Questions he wanted to answer now, but knew it would have to wait for a
while longer. He had to get through this first.
"Grissom…I don’t understand…"
He smiled sweetly at her and ran his finger
lightly across the back of her hand. "Do you feel that?"
She slowly nodded.
"What if one day, that gift was taken
from you and you were never to feel it again." He watched her eyes,
knowing that she was listening intently to each word he spoke. "How would
that make you feel?"
"Not to be able to feel a person’s touch?"
He nodded his head, happy that she was
following his train of thought.
"Well…I’d…I’d feel horrible. Like part of
me was missing." She watched as a smile formed on his lips.
With a half-chuckle, he looked at her.
"Yeah…missing…." He stood up and began walking towards the door.
"Grissom?"
He turned to look at her. "Yeah?"
"What’s bothering you so much?"
He took a deep breath, glanced at the floor,
and looked back into her eyes. "The fact that one day
I’ll never hear you sing again."
He smiled and she could’ve sworn he winked at
her…then he was gone.
Off to do more paperwork, no doubt.
~ End