Watching You

Title: Watching You
Author: dkscully
Category: Romance, GSR
Spoilers: Sara’s alcoholism arc, and it would help to know about pickled light bulbs.
Rating: NC-17 Kiddies begone!
Pairing: Grissom/Sara G/S GSR
Summary: Giving In
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. My regards to CBS, CSI, Alliance Atlantis, Bruckheimer,
Zuiker, etc… I’m just a starving actor who loves your characters. Lyrics belong to Melissa
Etheridge no infringement intended.

The song “Watching You” can be found on her self-titles Melissa Etheridge CD.

Author’s note: This is my first CSI fan fiction. I have written X-files fan fiction previously.
If you are interested in MSR (Mulder/Scully relationship), that work can be found at gossamer.org
under same author name, but be forewarned it is very sexually graphic. Any and all feedback is
welcome to specagtscullyfbi@yahoo.com. I will try to respond to all feedback but keep in mind I
am a Grissom/Sara shipper and please don’t be offensive if you don’t like the pairing.

Chapter 1

7:32 a.m.


The Las Vegas heat slammed into his chest as he opened the door. It was only 9 A.M. but the heat
was suffocating. He knew it would be hard to sleep today. He reached into his breast pocket for
his sunglasses only to realize he had left them in his office. He held his hand up to his brow
to shield his blue eyes from the sun. He recalled another pair he had left in his glove box.

Grissom slid into the driver’s seat of the black Denali. The heat locked inside the dark vehicle
was nearly unbearable. Quickly he fired the ignition and sought out the controls to the SUV’s air
conditioning system. He reached over the passenger’s seat and pushed the button to open the box.
He placed the glasses on his face with a glance in the rearview mirror.

He saw her out of the corner of his eye. But immediately she received his full attention. She was
headed to her own vehicle. A stack of files were tucked beneath her lanky left arm, she searched
her pants pocket for the keys to her car. He was mesmerized. She was beautiful! He knew she
would be furious if she was to see him watching her every move like some voyeur, but he couldn’t
help himself. Because of their working relationship, he had to keep his distance. Touching her,
kissing her, making love with Sara Sidle, would have to remain forever a fantasy.

She brought the belt down over her torso. Although inaudible to him he could hear the click in
his mind. Her fingers deftly worked the controls on the air conditioner. After fiddling with
the radio for a few seconds she put the car in gear and drove off. Grissom was thankful for the
shades as a single tear escaped his eye.

Sara slammed her hand against the steering wheel. “Damn, he is the most infuriating man,” she
uttered with mocked disgust. She really wanted to hate him. She pressed her brake pad as the
traffic light changed to yellow. This was the fifth red light she had hit on her way home and
it was getting on her nerves. The liquor store on the northeast corner caught her eye. She had
been winning the battle recently. She didn’t want to seem selfish but she had hoped the award for
all of her efforts would be Grissom. She knew she had to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to
let it happen. She should just find another job, maybe go back to San Fran, maybe apply to the FBI
academy at Quantico. The light changed and she pushed down on the accelerator. She could almost
feel the hot alcohol coursing through her veins as she sped passed the liquor store.

After laying the files on the counter, she pressed the answering machine button to retrieve her
messages. “Hey, Sara, it’s Cal from Energy Fitness, we would like you to come back so we are
offering 2 months free, give me a call, the number is,” Sara pushed the delete button. “End
of messages,” the computer voice chimed.

“Ding!” The toaster gave up the bread. Sara poured a glass of OJ and began searching for her
strawberry jam. She moved over the jar of pickles to reach the preserves. Chastising herself
for thinking of Grissom every damn time she looked at a fucking pickle. Butter knife in hand,
she smeared the red jam onto her toast. With a quick glance at the files on the table, she
decided they could wait until after her snack and a cigarette.

Sara flipped on her CD player via remote. She didn’t care which CD was is the machine, she just
needed an escape. ”Great,” she said as the tortured voice of Melissa Etheridge oozed out of
the speakers.

That's a good question
Why am I standing out here alone
I guess I don't know enough to come in from the rain
I was watching your window
From here below
I think I just might stay here all day
Cause I gotta do something

If I can't love you
I don't want to love you
If I can't hold you
I don't want to be thinking of you
And if you don't want me
I don't want to want you
And if you won't see me
I don't know what to do
But oh keep watching you
Until I see right through
Oh I keep watching you

Cigarette forgotten, Sara sobbed into her hands. Her elbows were supported by her knees and her
long tresses hung like a curtain around her head.

The sounds of Mozart filled Gil Grissom’s townhouse. The morning sun filtered in lighting up the
entire place. He poured himself a scotch and headed for the sofa. Setting the drink down on his
coffee table he began to peruse the morning’s paper. The case he had assigned Sara and Sophia had
made the front page. Just as well that he had assigned it to them. After all they looked a hell
of better plastered on the front page than he would. He studied the photo for a minute. He could
make out Sophia talking to Det. Brass as the body was being wheeled out of the house. In the
background, bent over to retrieve something, was Sara. When had her hair gotten so long? It looked
good, he decided. Of course in his mind there wasn’t much about her that wasn’t pleasing to the
eyes. “To hell with it,” he grunted and tossed the paper onto the table, opting to study his drink
instead of the photo.

He’d had a long day and the warmth of the alcohol in the back of his throat was relaxing.
They’d had words again. He didn’t understand why everything he said set her off. He knew
she was upset that he had made Sofia primary on the case but he felt like he had made the
right decision. He didn’t want to risk someone accusing him of favoritism. With the new
arrangement in the lab he knew he would be walking on eggshells for a while. He hated being
so damned political but it had been his lack of political insight that had gotten him into
this mess. He had lost three of his best CSI’s to the swing shift. He didn’t want to lose
Sara and Greg as well. He took another swallow and the scene replayed in his mind.


“Gris, gotta minute?” she called from the doorway. He looked up from the journal article
he was reading and muted his cd player.
“Yeah, Sara, what is it?” he said with what he thought was civility.
“What do you mean what is it? Do you think all I ever do is complain?” she spat almost venomously.
“No, Sara I wasn’t trying to imply that at all,” he answered.
“Ya, know, just forget it, it’s nothing, really, nothing.”
“There is something on your mind or you wouldn’t be standing there,” he retorted, looking back down
at the article. He earmarked the article removed his glasses and when he looked up she was gone.
He thought for a minute of hunting her down but then thought better of it. If she wanted to act
like a teenage then she could, but he wasn’t about to follow her around like a worried father.

Grissom sighed, finished his drink and headed for the shower.

The water bit into Grissom’s back like a thousand stinging needles. He liked the sting. He felt
it cleansed more than just his body. Gil Grissom was anything but a religious man but somehow the
mild pain inflicted on him by the scalding water eased something inside his soul. Probably the
guilt that ate away in him. He knew he had led her on, but it was so difficult to be around her
and not stand a little too close. The innuendo he flew her way was not just playful jibber on his
part but he felt somehow that is what he had allowed her to believe. He knew he was playing push
and pull with her heart. It was unfortunate for her that he hadn’t realized until just recently
how truly fragile that young heart was. For years he had regarded Sara as a tough tomboy of a
girl. But lately he was beginning to see inside her tough cocoon to the fragile butterfly that
lay within. He wondered how much the butterfly would take from him before she burst forth and
flew away out of his reach forever. ‘Butterfly metaphors again, Gil,” he thought as the
images can rushing in.

A dead body lying prone on the bathroom floor. Sara! Sara! His mind screamed, his heart broke.
Sara! Sara!. But no she was safely outside the house awaiting assignment. Sara! Sara! Her
beautiful smile. Her hair, much longer now. He like it longer. Did she like his beard? Did
she think he had gained to much weight? Had he waited to long? Have dinner with me?
No! , No! why in the hell did I say no? Because you can’t compromise the integrity of the
lab, Gil. Her laughter, what if the sugery hadn’t worked? What if he could never hear that
laugh or her sarcastic smart ass retorts ever again? But it had worked and he had been too
much of a coward to tell her about his condition. He lied to himself, saying he didn’t want to
burden her, but in reality he knew the truth. He didn’t want her to pity him, to see him as
something less than whole. He knew Sara saw it as a handicap. Or she had. She and Warrick
had been so insensitive at the deaf school. Maybe she had educated herself since. Educated!
Front Row, center. Seminar, blue jeans, red sweater, hair pulled back with a big red bow. 1994.
Berkeley. Coffee house. Dammit, I wanted her then. Unethical, Gil, don’t! But she smells so
good. She sits so close, she soaks up information like a sponge. Chalk! Was there chalk? Had
she wanted to caress me to make me feel better? Her hand, so soft on my cheek. Hair pulled back,
but a few wisps escaped. Sara against the wall, anger, fire in her eyes. Why is that arousing?
Her pain, does her pain arouse me? Her eyes, mocha, chocolate, all things deep and brown and
wonderful. Her body so long, so lean. Her lips so full. What would they feel like wrapped around
me?

Suddenly the tortuous images were replace by images of a more pleasurable nature. Not images of
the past however, but images of his own making. His lustful imagination sprang forth and his
body responded in kind. His member hardened and sprang upward. Grissom soaped up his washcloth
and brought it down to his engorged cock. His only intent was to wash himself and push the
lustful images out of his mind. But, as he worked the cloth down over his sac, he could no l
onger contain himself. He let the washcloth fall forgotten to the shower floor and began to work
himself with his right hand. He leaned his back against the tiled shower wall for support as he
envisioned her kneeling before him toying with his glans with her tongue. He snaked his left
hand down to fondle his balls as he pumped his shaft furiously. He was sliding into her mouth.
He felt himself hit the back of her throat. He came hard. “Sara,” he whimpered as the guilt
once again set in.

10:35 PM
Las Vegas Crime Lab

Sara had come in early, hoping to talk with Sophia before they gave their briefing to Grissom.
They hadn't worked a case together yet and she wanted to make sure they were on the same page.
Finding that Sophia was no where to be found, Sara sat down in the breakroom and picked up the
crossword puzzle that lay unfinished on the table. She would know that neat printing anywhere.
He had meticulously centered the letters within their blocks. 'Even something as trivial as a
fucking crossword puzzle,' Sara silently swore. Even though she doubted he had missed anything
that she would know the answer to, she couldn't help but to continue her own scrutiny of the
puzzle. 34-across: Shady's candy? six letters --i-em. 'So much for pop culture, huh,
Gris,' Sara mused. She filled in Eminem and continued with the puzzle.

"Hey, Sunshine," Nick teased as he entered the breakroom.
"Whassup, Nicky?"
"Not a lot, me and Warrick just wrapped a B&E in Henderson, doing anything this weekend?"
he asked hopefully.
"No, why you wanna get together?"
"Yeah, I am going skydiving, ever been?" he asked with a hint of a challenge in his voice.
It didn't go unnoticed by Sara. Nick always reminded her of her brother. He could get
her to do the most insane things just by hinting that she might not have the balls to do them.
"Sure, why not, you only live once, right?"
"You serious?" Nick was more than a little shocked.
"You're on Cowboy, when and where?"
"I'll pick you up Sunday morning at your place say, 6:00 a.m., unless you are working
Saturday night?"
Sara shook her head to indicate that she had Saturday night off, "6:00 a.m. it is then."
Deciding that the issue was settled, Nick grabbed a bottle of milk out of the community
fridge and plopped down in the seat next to Sara. "Sex, drugs, and rock and roll?" he
asked. Sara smiled a full smile, "God, Nick I haven't played that since college and you
know if Grissom comes in and hears us he will chastise us for being so childish."
"Yeah, your probably right," he agreed, "but he's not my boss anymore, so I'll start.
A, acid. Now you go."
"Okay okay okay," she conceded, "b, boner"
Nick couldn't help but giggle at Sara saying the word boner. "C, climax."
"D, dick"
"E, errogenous zone," Nick continued
"F, fuck," Sara countered
"G, gonads."
"H, horny."
"I, immature," was spoken from the doorway causing both CSI's to look up at Grissom looking
at them disapprovingly.


Chapter 2

11:54 PM
Las Vegas Crime Lab

Sara and Sophia were going over the bloodspatter photos when Brass came in with a selfsatisfied
look on hisface. "Ladies, the son confessed," he told them.
"When?" Sara asked.
"He broke down and told his mother," Brass answered, took a deep breath and continued,"seems he
did it for her,the father had been beating her for years, the son got fed up, I guess," Brass
finished, shaking his head.
"So his mother turned him in? That's unusual," Sara stated.
Grissom who had been leaning on the doorframe, interjected himself into the conversation,
"when you think about it, it makes perfect sense."
"How?" Sophia demanded as perplexed as Sara was that the mother didn't try to protect her
offspring.
"Because, she's been protecting the husband longer than she's been protecting the children,
women abused for extended periods of time tend to protect the abuser. Even after his death
he still evoked enough fear in her for her to turn her the child in," Grissom answered.
"Well, we got our man or boy, I am just sorry for the kid that it had to come to that,"
Brass sympathized as he turned to leave. The trio watched Brass walk down the hall for a
few seconds each in their own thoughts. Grissom was the first to speak, "Sophia, you
finish up on this case, make sure all the evidence corroborates the son's story.
He could be trying to protect his mother after all he is a minor and will receive a lesser
sentence."
"But Gris, you just said she was protecting the husband," Sara was now utterly confused
by Grissom.
"Life's riddles Sara," he reminded. Despite herself, the corners of her mouth turned up
into a small smile at him remembering a conversation she had cherished. Grissom noticed the
smile and was happy she hadn't forgotten the words he had used to comfort her. It was important
to him that she remembered the things he said to comfort her because he knew that words of
comfort were all he could give her in times when all he really wanted to do was take her in his
arms and make her forget that a world outside of the two of them even existed.
"Do you have another case for me to work on, when I finish? Sophia asked.
"Not really, it's been a slow night, but cheer up this is Vegas, I'm sure by the time you finish
someone willhave knocked over a liquor store," Grissom answered as he turned and headed for his
office.
"I'm gonna grab some coffee and sandwich while I have a little repreive, would you like me to
bring you something from the deli?" Sara asked Sophia trying her damndest to be friendly to
one of Eckley's spawn.
"No, thanks, I brought my own but I appreciate the offer. Hey can I ask you a question?"
Sara nodded for Sophia to continue.
"Is he seeing anyone?" Sophia's english accent slicing through Sara's heart.
"Grissom?" Sara asked making sure she clarified.
"Yes, Gil, is he involved with anyone?"
Sara wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, 'Hell, yes his is INVOLVED with me but
she knew there was no truth in it and that what they had or didn't have could not be called
involvement. She answered as calmly as she could muster, "Not that I know of but that is
something you'd have to ask, Gi-," she corrected herself, "Grissom."
"Maybe I will," Sophia said indecisively as she turned back to the evidence.
Sara just walked away stunned. 'He wouldn't date her and not me would he?' she silently
wondered on her trek to the breakroom.

12:18 AM
Las Vegas Crime Lab


Sara was trying her damndest to enjoy her peanut butter and jelly sandwich but images of Grissom
and Sophia ran through her mind. She didn't notice Grissom come into the breakroom. He was
talking to her but she didn't hear him or see him. All she saw was Sophia sprawled out like a
cheap whore on his desk, Grissom stroking her inner thigh.
"Sara, you okay?" Grissom asked but received no reply. It worried him enough that he
lightly touched his hand to her shoulder and nudged her, "Sara, earth to Sara."
Suddenly aware of the heat of his hand on her shoulder, Sara looked up into his eyes.
When their gazes met, Grissom noticed how watered her eyes were. 'What could have upset
her so much,' he wondered.
"Grissom," Sara cleared her throat and shook off the images at the look of concern on his face,
"you got something for me?'
'Careful how you answer that one, Gil,' he reminded himself to be aware of Sara's feelings and
not lead her on anymore. "I've got something for both of us actually, an insect infested body
in Alamo, they have asked for me and any extra hands I can spare, seems all the weirdos left Vegas
and headed north." Sara looked at Grissom quizzocally. He continued, "they had a double homicide
as well, and that is where their priorities are, the mayor and his wife."
"Oh, so how long has bugboy been dead?"
"They estimate a couple of days but we won't know for sure until I talk to the bugs will we?"
She couldn't help but smile. "No, I suppose not, but I'm driving, it will take you three hours
to get there, I'll have us there in an hour and a half." Grissom loved that smile, he knew he
could get lost in it. 'Get a hold of yourself Gil, you are going to be in the car with her alone
for the next 2 hours,' he reminded himself. "You think I drive like an old man?" he questioned.
"You said it not me," she smiled again showning her gapped teeth as she snagged the keys from him.

They had been on the road for about twenty minutes when Grissom spoke up, "So, that game you and
Nicky were playing in the break room?"
'Great,' Sara thought, 'Here comes the lecture, and I have no means of escape.'
"Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll?" she asked innocently as if he might have been refering to
something else.
"So, that's what it is called."
"Yes, It is sorta like the ABC game, did you play that as a kid, Gris?"
"Don't change the subject Sara."
"Look, I'm sorry, I know it was unprofessional but it was only me and Nicky," Sara
tried to apologize.
"Sara, don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong. We work in a stressful environment
and sometimesthe stress can be overwhelming, everyone needs to be able have fun every once in a
while, it's theraputic. I don't see any harm in the game as long as it is kept to a level so that
nothing can be misconstrued as sexual harrassment." Grissom's speech came across as unemotional.
In reality he admitted to himself that he wished he could be playful with her the way Nick, Greg
and, Warrick were. Earlier he had been slightly jealous of her and Nicky.
"Nick is the last of my co-workers I am worried about when it comes to sexual harrassment.
He reminds me so much of my brother. If my brother had been raised in Texas," Sara chuckled
slightly. Grissom never ceased to amaze her. She had expected him to rip her a new asshole
for acting like a teenager at work but instead he showed her one of the rare glimpses of his
compassion. "So, you wanna play?" she challenged.
"No, I don't think I'd be any good at it."
"Why, don't you know your ABC's Grissom?" she taunted.
"Yes, I mastered them at the early age of 3 by the time I was 6 I could sign them."
"Okay, Mr. Overacheiver, then you get to start."
"Sara, really," he started to argue but then thought why not, they were going to be on the road at
least another hour. Maybe he could let himself play with her for just a little while, and he could
try to keep it as clean as possible so as not to embarrass himself. Surely if he kept the
words clean Sara would follow his cue after all she was his star pupil and caught on rather quickly.
"Okay," he conceded."A, Aerosmith," Grissom started.
"B, Bananarama,"
"C, Cocaine"
"D, Doggie-Style," Sara said.
'Did she just say what I think she said,' The image of Sara bent over naked before him rushed
into his brain sending sparks flying to his crotch. Sara tried not to look too amused at his
reaction. "Grissom, it's your turn, E."
"E, Eagles," Grissom choked out willing his cock not to get any stiffer.
"F, Fellatio,"
'Dammit, she is going to kill me,' he thought as all new images bombarded him.
"G, Guns and Roses," Grissom said as he began to get control of himself. He was going to relax
and enjoy this play time with Sara no matter how short lived or anti-climatic it would turn out
to be.
"H, Herion," Sara offered as she noticed Grissom relaxing. She decided that if she wanted
him to continue to play she would lighten up. She didn't want to scare him off, this was
way too much fun.
"I, Ibuprofen."
"J, Janis Joplin.
"K, Kiss" Grissom stated.
"Sex or Rock n Roll?" Sara asked.
"I leave that up to your interpretation, Ms. Sidle," Grissom answered with a grin.
'Damn, him, leave it to the king of the double entendres,' she thought before she continued,
"L, Los Lobos."
"M, Madonna,"
"N, Nicotine."
"Sara, do you smoke?" Grissom asked point blank.
"Why, why would you say that?
"Cause, I've smelled it on you. Not very often two ot three times."
"Yes," she ansewed honestly, "but it is not an everyday thing, I know it isn't healthy
and I try not to do it but sometimes I just give in. I only do it when I am really maxed
out on stress. Probably a pack a year."
Grissom nodded as if satisfied with her answer. "So should we continue with our game?" he asked.
"Actually, this is the exit for Highway 93, I thought we could stop for coffee, it's getting kinda
chilly."
Grissom only nodded acceptance as he looked ahead to the green exit sign.

Fifteen minutes later they were on Highway 93, headed north to Alamo. The full moon lit up the
desert, giving off an eerie almost daylight glow. Grissom stared out the passenger
side window. He could see Sara in the reflection. He ached for her. He wanted to reach
out his hand and stroke her cheek. A pleasant sound filled the cabin of the Denali.
Sara was humming. The corner's of Grissom's mouth turned up in a small smile. He
turned his gaze toward her, "If you want to listen to the radio we can," he offered.
"That bad, huh?" Sara asked trying not to be offended.
"No, actually it was lovely. I just thought maybe you wanted to hear some music."
'Lovely, did he say lovely? Stop it Sara, don't read anything into it, he paid
you a compliment, so, shut up and take it.' her internal voice warned her.
"Thank you, Grissom."
"Do you want me to find us something?" Grissom asked.
"Sure you can but I will warn you out here in the middle of nowhere it's probably
only going to pick up Highway Country."
"Don't you like country music, Sara?"
"I like all music, but to be honest, I don't listen to it all that much, but
I bet you HATE it."
"Actually, some of it is very poetic, but some of it is too self pitying for me,"
Grissom admitted as he pushed in the knob. Grissom pressed the seek button and after
a few seconds they got a hit. Sara was indeed right, it was country music."
"You know the good thing about this station is that they play a really good
variety, you know not just the new stuff."
"Sounds like you listen to this a little more than you were letting on."
"Okay, maybe a little but we all have our guilty pleasures, don't we."
Grissom wanted to tell he what his guilty pleasure was but didn't think she would
appreciate knowing that he jerked off on a daily basis thinking about her in all sort
of lewd senarios. Not that he thought Sara was a prude, he just knew she would
understand finally what a loser he was for leading her on, pushing her away, and
going home and fantasizing about things he wanted to do but would never have the courage
to do.

"That was Brad Paisley gettin' mud on his tires there folks," the announcers voice
came over the airwaves. "Here's an oldie but goodie from Reba," the deejay finished
as the song began

I SENT YOU ROSES, I WARNED YOU I WOULD
DO ALL THAT I COULD
TO SHOW YOU THE WAY THAT I FEEL
PLESE DON'T SAY, I'M WASTING MY TIME
I'VE GOT NOTHING BU TIME
SO I'LL DO ALL THAT I CAN
TO CATCH THAT GHOST OF A CHANCE

THE SUNLIGHT, THE MOONLIGHT, ARE BEYOND MY CONTROL
AND THERE ARE STARS IN THE HEAVENS THAT I'LL NEVER HOLD
BUT IF DREAMS GIVE YOU POWER THEN I'M STRONG ENOUGH
TO OFFER MY HEART AND NEVER GIVE UP
TILL YOU LOVE ME
TILL YOU LOVE ME

I LOOKED IN YOUR EYES SO BRIGHT AND SO BLUE, AND THAT'S WHEN I KNEW
THAT YOU COULD BE MINE
IF GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WILL WAIT, THEN I GUESS I CAN WAIT
IF THATS WHAT I HAVE TO DO
OH IT'S WORTH IT FOR YOU


THE SUNLIGHT, THE MOONLIGHT, ARE BEYOND MY CONTROL
AND THERE ARE STARS IN THE HEAVENS THAT I'LL NEVER HOLD
BUT IF DREAMS GIVE YOU POWER THEN I'M STRONG ENOUGH
TO OFFER MY HEART AND NEVER GIVE UP
TILL YOU LOVE ME
TILL YOU LOVE ME

THE SUNLIGHT, THE MOONLIGHT, ARE BEYOND MY CONTROL
AND THERE ARE STARS IN THE HEAVENS THAT I'LL NEVER HOLD
BUT IF DREAMS GIVE YOU POWER THEN I'M STRONG ENOUGH
TO OFFER MY HEART AND OH AND NEVER GIVE UP
TILL YOU LOVE ME
TILL YOU LOVE ME


Mercifully, the song ended. Sara hoped Grissom didn't see the tears that had pooled
in her eyes, threatening to spill. She didn't want to cry in front of him. Not when
she would be crying about him. This was the very reason she had been drawn to country
music lately. It seemed everytime she turned on the radio there was a song she could
relate to.
The lyrics hadn't been lost on Grissom. He knew the proper thing to do was to tell
Sara that she was indeed wasting her time. It wasn't fair to keep her hanging on.
But part of him couldn't help but wonder if it would even matter if he told her point
blank that there was no future for them. Plus to blurt out something as stern as
'Give it up, Sara, it's never gonna be,' was number one, presumptuous, what if it wasn't
him that she was thinking about, and number 2, if it was him, it would be an incredibly cold
way of handling the situation. 'Damn,' he inwardly swore wishing he were better
at relationships or non-relationships as it were. She sniffled and it was his undoing.
"Don't cry, Sara, It IS NOT worth it."
"Don't tell me how to feel, Grissom."
"I'm just saying that is the same as crying over spilled milk, It's not going to change
the fact that the milk was spilled, you just have to clean it up and go on, don't look
back, it's over and done with," he hoped he sent his message without being callous.
"That's fine, I just wish I knew when the milk was spilled."
"What?" he asked.
"I would also like to know if I spilled it, if you spilled it, if Hank spilled it,
if a certain dominatrix spilled it, or if there was ever any milk to spill. I mean
it not like you weren't eating cereal with various people, Grissom, Terri, the
teacher from the deaf school, and God knows who else but you find out that I even
look at a different brand of cereal and suddenly there is milk everywhere."
Here it was the moment of truth, "Sara, even if there was milk, it was bound to
go bad eventually." She knew that the comment was meant to be the end of the
conversation. He had no faith in her, no faith in them.