A.N. Would you believe this is my third post ep for PwF and they have all been completely different? I am either good or crazy. You pick.
This is dedicated to UtB, because it was inspired by a question somebody posted there: How would you solve the current G/S situation (in fifty words or less)? Here is more than fifty words, but since no one asked me, that's OK.
Spoilers: ItB, but more PWF.
Disclaimer: CSI, despite my repeated lobbying to the contrary, still does not belong to me. If it did, I would share them all with you. . .except Warrick.
Summary: "You know by the time you figure it out, you really could be too late."
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~From Grissom~
Catherine had asked him if there was anything she could do
He said no
He meant it
But her offer made him think
Of hamburgers and orange juice
Of orchids and sentiments
He had unfinished business
And surgery in an hour.
Sara slammed her door and threw her bag on the couch
Her hand throbbed
Her head throbbed
Her heart throbbed
She looked at the clock and realized it was time for more pain medication
But that only helped the first two.
Grissom turned off his phone and thought of Cassie James
If he ever saw her again, he would tell her they were both right
He knew what he needed as soon as he found it
But it took almost losing it for him to realize that
Three inches, and the glass would have severed the artery
And Sara Sidle would have been out of his life forever
He needed her.
Sara couldn't swallow pills without water
And even then she hated it
But she couldn't face honey at the moment, and she didn't have any apple sauce
There was nothing on TV and she didn't want to read
She needed sleep
Perfect sleep
But that never came.
Grissom hugged Catherine good-bye
It wasn't much of a hug
She felt compelled to give it
And he to return it
She needed it more than he did
His heart was in a delivery van that was driving across Las Vegas at this very moment
The van didn't know what it carried
But Grissom did.
Sara turned off the coffee maker
The doorbell rang
She answered it
Cause and effect, Newton would be proud
It was beautiful
She thanked the delivery man, shut the door and set it on the table
It was perfect
There was a card
She opened it
And smiled
Cautiously, but a smile nonetheless.
"I know. From Grissom."