Leaving It All Behind - PG [Greg/Sara]
Leaving It All Behind
tinyangl, 581 words
Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle. He should’ve known better than to go there.
A/N: Somewhat short and somewhat angsty... *tear* (Originally posted here.)
"I thought you’d be out here," someone said from behind him. In an instant, he recognized the voice and stiffened in reply. She sat beside him on the rooftop of the building and stared out into the sky along with him.
He should’ve known better than to go there. It had become his habit over the years to go there just to catch the sunrise and Sara, being as observant as she was, noticed it. And after a while, he let her join him. Which, in hindsight, was a dumb move, to say the least. Now she thought she could join him whenever she liked.
He didn’t think he liked that.
She spoke again, as though knowing that he wouldn’t speak, "Are you okay?" Greg noticed the hint of softness in her voice, a tone he wasn’t used to because she hadn’t had a need to be soft with him anymore. He was a little peeved about that. No. Make that extremely pissed.
"Why should you care?" He snarked, a harshness in his voice to match with her softness. He couldn’t understand why she was even there. She should be downstairs, celebrating with the rest of the team. Not up here. Trying to comfort him.
He didn’t need comfort.
Especially not from her.
He didn’t need to glance at her to see the hurt in her face. She wouldn’t cry; that wasn’t like her. No. She’d look wounded and he’d feel guilty and he did not want to feel guilty this time. No. Not this time. She hurt him. This was her problem. He wasn’t going to be the nice guy this time.
"Don’t do this, Greg," she murmured, with that sickening softness still there.
His eyes started to burn and Greg couldn’t focus anymore on the start of the rising sun. The colors started to blur together and he didn’t know if he was in the right state of mind to even tell anyone what each color was. He wouldn’t look at her. He resented her for coming up here. He despised her for thinking he needed to be comforted. But he especially HATED her for leaving him. Leaving him when all he wanted to do was love her.
He especially hated her for thinking that the fact that she was now engaged to Grissom would hurt him so much.
Who’d she think she was? Sara Sidle, the center of Greg Sander’s universe?
She must have a huge ego.
Grunting, he got up from his seat against the inside edge of the roof. Without looking at her, he started his trek towards the only exit.
"Aren’t you going to say anything?" she half cried to him and this time, Greg definitely didn’t need to turn around.
Stopping in his tracks, he couldn’t bare to turn around. He hadn’t looked at her throughout the entire "exchange" for fear of breaking down and if he looked at her now, he was sure he would. He took in a deep breath and took minutes to calm his nerves down. "Yeah," he started, "Tell Grissom I quit."
The sharp take-in of breath wasn’t hard to miss in the quiet of the rooftop and it restarted Greg’s motion to the door.
She wouldn’t cry. Greg was sure of that.
He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t.
tinyangl, 581 words
Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle. He should’ve known better than to go there.
A/N: Somewhat short and somewhat angsty... *tear* (Originally posted here.)
"I thought you’d be out here," someone said from behind him. In an instant, he recognized the voice and stiffened in reply. She sat beside him on the rooftop of the building and stared out into the sky along with him.
He should’ve known better than to go there. It had become his habit over the years to go there just to catch the sunrise and Sara, being as observant as she was, noticed it. And after a while, he let her join him. Which, in hindsight, was a dumb move, to say the least. Now she thought she could join him whenever she liked.
He didn’t think he liked that.
She spoke again, as though knowing that he wouldn’t speak, "Are you okay?" Greg noticed the hint of softness in her voice, a tone he wasn’t used to because she hadn’t had a need to be soft with him anymore. He was a little peeved about that. No. Make that extremely pissed.
"Why should you care?" He snarked, a harshness in his voice to match with her softness. He couldn’t understand why she was even there. She should be downstairs, celebrating with the rest of the team. Not up here. Trying to comfort him.
He didn’t need comfort.
Especially not from her.
He didn’t need to glance at her to see the hurt in her face. She wouldn’t cry; that wasn’t like her. No. She’d look wounded and he’d feel guilty and he did not want to feel guilty this time. No. Not this time. She hurt him. This was her problem. He wasn’t going to be the nice guy this time.
"Don’t do this, Greg," she murmured, with that sickening softness still there.
His eyes started to burn and Greg couldn’t focus anymore on the start of the rising sun. The colors started to blur together and he didn’t know if he was in the right state of mind to even tell anyone what each color was. He wouldn’t look at her. He resented her for coming up here. He despised her for thinking he needed to be comforted. But he especially HATED her for leaving him. Leaving him when all he wanted to do was love her.
He especially hated her for thinking that the fact that she was now engaged to Grissom would hurt him so much.
Who’d she think she was? Sara Sidle, the center of Greg Sander’s universe?
She must have a huge ego.
Grunting, he got up from his seat against the inside edge of the roof. Without looking at her, he started his trek towards the only exit.
"Aren’t you going to say anything?" she half cried to him and this time, Greg definitely didn’t need to turn around.
Stopping in his tracks, he couldn’t bare to turn around. He hadn’t looked at her throughout the entire "exchange" for fear of breaking down and if he looked at her now, he was sure he would. He took in a deep breath and took minutes to calm his nerves down. "Yeah," he started, "Tell Grissom I quit."
The sharp take-in of breath wasn’t hard to miss in the quiet of the rooftop and it restarted Greg’s motion to the door.
She wouldn’t cry. Greg was sure of that.
He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t.