Don't Look For Me
Title: Don't Look For Me
Rating: M
Pairing: GSR Of course
Spoilers: Right now, Living doll? This is a post Finale fic, Kind of a stand alone... with mentions of previous seasons. No spoilers for season 8, I don't read them anyways. I am assuming FOR THIS FIC, that she was saved, again ASSUMING.
Summary: Sara leaves Vegas behind because it gets to be too much. What happens when Grissom meets her again, years later?
Author's note: Thank you to the coolest cat around gabesaunt for being such a great beta.
Disclaimer: I don't own them... except for the added characters in future chpaters.
Thank you to ssg_gsr & princessklutz04, for the help with this chapter, without you two, I'd still be struggling.
No Looking Back-Prologue, No cake- Chapter 1
You Missed
Chapter 2
She stepped out on the terrace into the morning sunrise, like she did every morning for the past two years. She looked over the small little backyard she had been nursing over the year or so. Sara had worked hard on her garden; it was something she’d always wanted, right back to her childhood. It was started about five months after she’d bought the place. Six months after she left Vegas. She called it her sanity project.
Every time she felt like the memories became too much, every time those emotions hit her hard, Sara would turn to her to her little project.
It was huge now, full of color and life, she created it, she nurtured it and continued to do so.
Drinking her cup of coffee, she smiled as her neighbor waved up at her.
“Mornin’ Miss Sidle.” He called out over his newspaper.
“Morning Chuck, how’s the wife?” Sara smiled behind her mug, knowing all too well what his answer would be. It was the same everyday.
“Nagging me.” He repeated. Predictable.
Sara laughed and raised an eyebrow when the Taylor wife had put in her two cents.
“I heard that Chuck.” She snapped, knocking on what Sara could only guess was the glass of the kitchen window, to punctuate her words.
Shaking her head, Sara gave a curt nod to the older, much rounder, man, “Have a good one.” She called before turning and walking into her house.
White welcomed Sara as she stepped into her bedroom. She left the balcony door open, letting the curtains flow as her room filled with the flowery smell wafting in from her garden. That smell she learnt to love over the last year or so. It was light and natural, no pollution, no noise and no bright lights.
Sara dressed in her attire for work. Jeans and a casual blouse, accompanied by a pair of white runners for comfort. She tied her chocolate brown curls back into a messy pony tail, before quickly applying what little make up she owned. Like always, Sara liked natural, soft colors.
Her toast was waiting in the kitchen for her, as was her carrying case for work, located on the spacious main floor. Unlike the upper room, this one was colorful, bright and full of warm colors and split into three little rooms, all divided by hand crafted, cherry wood dividers. Pictures of nature lined the wall. Some of butterflies in flight, some of trees around Christmas time, but none personal and none from Vegas, none from her former life.
Glancing at the clock, Sara swore inwardly as she grabbed her toast and case. She was late, first day back to work and she, again, wasn’t running on time for it. “Damn these routine changes.” She sighed as she pulled the door shut, it locking automatically behind her.
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“Morning, Sir, how can I help you?” Gil studied the young girl speaking to him as he tugged on his royal blue shirt, attempting to straighten it out. He’d been late getting up this morning and hadn’t had a chance to unpack everything yet.
“I- Yes, Dr. Gil Grissom. I’m supposed to be lecturing the specialty program for the year…” He trailed off, hoping she had some recognition as to what he was talking about.
“Oh!” She said loudly, startling him as she stood. “Yes. I have this…. For you,” She pulled out and handed him a rather large looking binder. “I’m Suzie. I run the front desk here.” Her drawl was heavy and very much loud. “This has a map on the first page, guidelines, list of students, files, everything, all separated for you. Your class isn’t set to start until next week. This,” She pulled out what looked like a business card. “This has your office information on it, there are more on your desk. The faculty of science is the very large building across the court yard.” Suzie pointed behind her. All he saw were more girls like her on the phone. He raised an eyebrow but nodded.
“Thank you…” He looked at her name tag over his glasses. “Suzie.” Before taking his stuff and turning to walk from the office, binder wide open as he stared at it. He was far more confused then when he’d gone in.
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Sara brushed past a man in a wrinkled blue shirt, standing close to the door way, muttering her apology, face buried in her book. “Good morning.” Sara chimed at the girl sitting in the front office.
“Morning Miss Sidle, you’re late… again.” The girl teased as she pulled out a binder for her, smirking.
“Thank you. I’m sorry, I-” Sara was cut off.
“Woke up late, yea, I know.” The girl rolled her eyes and offered Sara a gentle smile.
Sara laughed. “Yea that’s it.” She held the book tight against her chest before turning, then stopping. “Oh Suzie, the new guy, I heard he was great, Berry didn’t say his name though... is he in?” Sara asked, wanting to impress the new comer with her own knowledge on insects, from her point of view.
“Yea, you just missed him. Oh, Berry was looking for you about an hour ago.” Suzie stood again, going for the ringing phone.
“Shit.” Sara cursed as she raced out of the room, in search for Berry, her boss.
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TBC....
So?! Wattaya think?
Small note: I usually update on LJ last, my story is posted at FF.net HERE.
Rating: M
Pairing: GSR Of course
Spoilers: Right now, Living doll? This is a post Finale fic, Kind of a stand alone... with mentions of previous seasons. No spoilers for season 8, I don't read them anyways. I am assuming FOR THIS FIC, that she was saved, again ASSUMING.
Summary: Sara leaves Vegas behind because it gets to be too much. What happens when Grissom meets her again, years later?
Author's note: Thank you to the coolest cat around gabesaunt for being such a great beta.
Disclaimer: I don't own them... except for the added characters in future chpaters.
Thank you to ssg_gsr & princessklutz04, for the help with this chapter, without you two, I'd still be struggling.
No Looking Back-Prologue, No cake- Chapter 1
You Missed
Chapter 2
She stepped out on the terrace into the morning sunrise, like she did every morning for the past two years. She looked over the small little backyard she had been nursing over the year or so. Sara had worked hard on her garden; it was something she’d always wanted, right back to her childhood. It was started about five months after she’d bought the place. Six months after she left Vegas. She called it her sanity project.
Every time she felt like the memories became too much, every time those emotions hit her hard, Sara would turn to her to her little project.
It was huge now, full of color and life, she created it, she nurtured it and continued to do so.
Drinking her cup of coffee, she smiled as her neighbor waved up at her.
“Mornin’ Miss Sidle.” He called out over his newspaper.
“Morning Chuck, how’s the wife?” Sara smiled behind her mug, knowing all too well what his answer would be. It was the same everyday.
“Nagging me.” He repeated. Predictable.
Sara laughed and raised an eyebrow when the Taylor wife had put in her two cents.
“I heard that Chuck.” She snapped, knocking on what Sara could only guess was the glass of the kitchen window, to punctuate her words.
Shaking her head, Sara gave a curt nod to the older, much rounder, man, “Have a good one.” She called before turning and walking into her house.
White welcomed Sara as she stepped into her bedroom. She left the balcony door open, letting the curtains flow as her room filled with the flowery smell wafting in from her garden. That smell she learnt to love over the last year or so. It was light and natural, no pollution, no noise and no bright lights.
Sara dressed in her attire for work. Jeans and a casual blouse, accompanied by a pair of white runners for comfort. She tied her chocolate brown curls back into a messy pony tail, before quickly applying what little make up she owned. Like always, Sara liked natural, soft colors.
Her toast was waiting in the kitchen for her, as was her carrying case for work, located on the spacious main floor. Unlike the upper room, this one was colorful, bright and full of warm colors and split into three little rooms, all divided by hand crafted, cherry wood dividers. Pictures of nature lined the wall. Some of butterflies in flight, some of trees around Christmas time, but none personal and none from Vegas, none from her former life.
Glancing at the clock, Sara swore inwardly as she grabbed her toast and case. She was late, first day back to work and she, again, wasn’t running on time for it. “Damn these routine changes.” She sighed as she pulled the door shut, it locking automatically behind her.
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“Morning, Sir, how can I help you?” Gil studied the young girl speaking to him as he tugged on his royal blue shirt, attempting to straighten it out. He’d been late getting up this morning and hadn’t had a chance to unpack everything yet.
“I- Yes, Dr. Gil Grissom. I’m supposed to be lecturing the specialty program for the year…” He trailed off, hoping she had some recognition as to what he was talking about.
“Oh!” She said loudly, startling him as she stood. “Yes. I have this…. For you,” She pulled out and handed him a rather large looking binder. “I’m Suzie. I run the front desk here.” Her drawl was heavy and very much loud. “This has a map on the first page, guidelines, list of students, files, everything, all separated for you. Your class isn’t set to start until next week. This,” She pulled out what looked like a business card. “This has your office information on it, there are more on your desk. The faculty of science is the very large building across the court yard.” Suzie pointed behind her. All he saw were more girls like her on the phone. He raised an eyebrow but nodded.
“Thank you…” He looked at her name tag over his glasses. “Suzie.” Before taking his stuff and turning to walk from the office, binder wide open as he stared at it. He was far more confused then when he’d gone in.
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Sara brushed past a man in a wrinkled blue shirt, standing close to the door way, muttering her apology, face buried in her book. “Good morning.” Sara chimed at the girl sitting in the front office.
“Morning Miss Sidle, you’re late… again.” The girl teased as she pulled out a binder for her, smirking.
“Thank you. I’m sorry, I-” Sara was cut off.
“Woke up late, yea, I know.” The girl rolled her eyes and offered Sara a gentle smile.
Sara laughed. “Yea that’s it.” She held the book tight against her chest before turning, then stopping. “Oh Suzie, the new guy, I heard he was great, Berry didn’t say his name though... is he in?” Sara asked, wanting to impress the new comer with her own knowledge on insects, from her point of view.
“Yea, you just missed him. Oh, Berry was looking for you about an hour ago.” Suzie stood again, going for the ringing phone.
“Shit.” Sara cursed as she raced out of the room, in search for Berry, her boss.
_____
TBC....
So?! Wattaya think?
Small note: I usually update on LJ last, my story is posted at FF.net HERE.