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Title: Missing
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/?
Rating: it's harmless
Summary: Pre-CSI, back in the college years. Sara comes home after class to find something missing.
Sara stared at the empty apartment from the doorway.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go.
Sure they had fought, but they always fought, that was half the fun. The other half was the making up. They were supposed to make up. She was supposed to come back from classes and then they would make up.
She wasn’t supposed to be standing in the doorway looking at an empty space.
She took a step forward, letting the door swing shut behind her. She took a steadying breath and scanned the room. There should be a note; in the movies they always left a note.
She soon came to the realization that there was no note. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not even in the bathroom.
She found her way into the bedroom. It should have been ransacked. Signs of a overly emotional departure. Instead it looked clean. If she hadn’t lived here for the year she had, Sara might not have been able to find anything out of the ordinary. But she had lived here, they had lived here, together, and one stupid fight wasn’t supposed to do this. She stood and took everything in, making a mental note of everything that had changed.
Everything was gone from the right side of the room. Half of everything was gone. Half of the clothes were gone from the closet. Even a pillow was missing from the bed.
Sara reached out for the dresser to steady herself as her legs betrayed her stoic demeanour. As her fingers hit the dresser, they felt something else. A small folded piece of paper was on top of the dresser, anyone could have overlooked it on any other day. Sara glared at the piece of paper like it was responsible for the sick feeling in her stomach.
She reached for it, cursing how her hand trembled. She was supposed to be stronger than this.
It was a simple note, nothing fancy. No excuses, no signature, not even a goodbye.
She choked back a sob when she realized, this was it. A lifetime of bliss. It was over. And she was alone. She sunk down to the floor, the sobs racking through her body. The note fell to the floor.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. They were supposed to fight, Sara would go to class, she would come home, they would both apologize, and then they’d make up. That was how it always happened.
She wasn’t supposed to come home from class to find most of the furniture missing. She wasn’t supposed to go into their bedroom to find a note. And even if all of that was supposed to happen, she was pretty sure that the note should say more than ‘the apartments paid for, it’s yours if you want it.’
the end.
I apologize for the not so happy tone. It's been a long week.
comments are sexy.
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/?
Rating: it's harmless
Summary: Pre-CSI, back in the college years. Sara comes home after class to find something missing.
Sara stared at the empty apartment from the doorway.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go.
Sure they had fought, but they always fought, that was half the fun. The other half was the making up. They were supposed to make up. She was supposed to come back from classes and then they would make up.
She wasn’t supposed to be standing in the doorway looking at an empty space.
She took a step forward, letting the door swing shut behind her. She took a steadying breath and scanned the room. There should be a note; in the movies they always left a note.
She soon came to the realization that there was no note. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not even in the bathroom.
She found her way into the bedroom. It should have been ransacked. Signs of a overly emotional departure. Instead it looked clean. If she hadn’t lived here for the year she had, Sara might not have been able to find anything out of the ordinary. But she had lived here, they had lived here, together, and one stupid fight wasn’t supposed to do this. She stood and took everything in, making a mental note of everything that had changed.
Everything was gone from the right side of the room. Half of everything was gone. Half of the clothes were gone from the closet. Even a pillow was missing from the bed.
Sara reached out for the dresser to steady herself as her legs betrayed her stoic demeanour. As her fingers hit the dresser, they felt something else. A small folded piece of paper was on top of the dresser, anyone could have overlooked it on any other day. Sara glared at the piece of paper like it was responsible for the sick feeling in her stomach.
She reached for it, cursing how her hand trembled. She was supposed to be stronger than this.
It was a simple note, nothing fancy. No excuses, no signature, not even a goodbye.
She choked back a sob when she realized, this was it. A lifetime of bliss. It was over. And she was alone. She sunk down to the floor, the sobs racking through her body. The note fell to the floor.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. They were supposed to fight, Sara would go to class, she would come home, they would both apologize, and then they’d make up. That was how it always happened.
She wasn’t supposed to come home from class to find most of the furniture missing. She wasn’t supposed to go into their bedroom to find a note. And even if all of that was supposed to happen, she was pretty sure that the note should say more than ‘the apartments paid for, it’s yours if you want it.’
the end.
I apologize for the not so happy tone. It's been a long week.
comments are sexy.