Disclaimer: Nope don’t own them…I can only dream.
A/N: I sort of created a past for Hank I haven’t seen all the eps he’s been it so I didn’t know if they ever mentioned any of his background. This is for everyone at the Under the Bridge Boards for encouraging me to dive headfirst back into the world of writing S/G fanfic.
Hello, Goodbye.
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Walking through the wood
No cares in the world
The world she’s come to play
She's all mine just for a day
There's not a moment to lose in the game
Don't let the troubles in your head
Steal too much time you'll soon be dead
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He had no family; Grissom knew that much about EMT Hank Pettigrew. His mother had died when he was twelve, lung cancer. His father just a few months ago had also passed away, leaving his only son Hank all of his possessions. Grissom also knew about the on again off again relationship Sara was having with Hank. She was with him now as Grissom watched from the morgue doorway.
The tips of her fingers moved along the fine lines of his face, as if she was memorizing every tiny line. Touching his forehead she brushed away a few wispy strands of hair out of his face. Grissom knew that Sara was hurting; the muscles in her back rippling with tension. Bringing in a deep breath he entered the room and stood next to her.
“Grissom…”
“Sara…”
“What are you doing here? Please don’t say we have another case.”
“We don’t.”
“Good, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“And which question would that be?”
“Grissom, why are you here?” she demanded turning towards him until their faces were a mere centimeters apart. A fire of anger and sorrow danced in her eyes.
“For you.” He replied entwining her fingers in his.
“Wha….??”
“Sara, I am here for you. Why else would I be here?”
“ I…I guess I just thought ……”
“You thought I didn’t care?”
“No, not that….. Well actually yes. It’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“ Catherine told me. I thought I would come see how you were doing. Are you, eh, are you alright?”
“I don’t think it’s me you should be worried about.” Glancing down at the table Sara began to chew vigorously on her lower lip. With her free hand she touched the still form on the morgue table and for a few moments all that could be heard was the silence.
“He must’ve been a good man to capture a heart like yours Sara.” Grissom added changing the topic. The air grew warmer as there breath mingled together. Grissom felt the sadness in her as he rubbed the soft palm of her hand. He wished he could erase it, wipe away the whole messy ordeal.
“ Yea, he was.”
“I am sorry this had to happen. I realize how much you love….”
“I didn’t” she cut him off before he could complete his sentence. “I didn’t love Hank. I’m numb; I don’t really know what to feel. I can’t even bring myself to cry. Maybe it was physical attraction or maybe I just needed someone to latch on too. I am not sure what it was but I know now whatever it was that I felt, it wasn’t love.”
Sara’s grip on Grissom’s hand tightened as she spoke the last sentence. He had completely forgotten her hand nestled comfortably in his until that moment. Small and slender in was a perfect fit to his larger more hardened hand. Squeezing back, a small smile appeared as they gazed at each other in complete understanding.
“You know I’m always here for you, don’t you?”
“Yea Gris. I know…… I know.”
The End
A/N #2: I know it’s short but someone thought up a challenge about what would happen when Grissom and Hank met for the first time and this is what I came up with. I don’t think this is what the challende author intended, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it.