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Category: CSI - Ship Ahoy!
Characters: Catherine Willows
, Gil Grissom
, Greg Sanders
, Jim Brass
, Nick Stokes
, Warrick Brown
, DramaWarnings: Death of canon character
Grissom must deal with his emotions when Sara goes missing.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sara's missing, and Grissom is worried sick.
When he had heard the news, Grissom could not believe it. He could not, would not believe that the woman he loved had gone missing. He sat at his desk, running his hand through his greying hair, waiting. Waiting for anything, anyone, to come and tell him what was happening to Sara. It seemed that all he'd done for the past 24 hours was wait. He wasn't working this case because of the obvious conflict of interest, quite apart from the fact that he was in no state to work at all. It was better this way anyways, he thought, because I don't know what I'd do to the son-of-a-bitch.
He had a migraine, which was unusual because, generally, he only got them once a year, and he'd gotten one about 4 months ago. Shaking his head, he rummaged through his desk, looking for his prescription medication. He found the small white bottle and popped off the cap, slipped two of the pills into his hand and popped them into his mouth.
He sighed. He looked around, eyes stopping on his desk. Pictures of them together, happy and smiling. A crime scene report she'd handed in before she went missing yesterday. He took the pictures and violently shoved them in a drawer in his desk. He took the report, wishing he could shred it, but just placed it in another drawer. It was no use. Everything reminded him of her. When he looked at his office door, he half-expected to see her walk in, a big smile on her face, having cracked the latest case. When he closed his eyes, he saw her face.
He pressed his palm upon his cheek and sighed for what must have been the millionth time today. He heard the sound of heels clicking on the tiles, and then the glass door to his office open gently. He raised his head and saw Catherine standing in the doorway. She came up to the chair in front of Grissom's desk, wearing the most sombre expression he'd ever seen.
"Gil, I don't know what I can possibly say to help you through this. I'm here for you," said the pretty redheaded woman that Grissom knew he could always rely on.
He stared at her with empty eyes. "Just do what you can to find her," said Grissom, his voice untainted by emotion.
She smiled half-heartedly. "We will, Grissom," she assured him. With that, she stood up and walked away, leaving him to his own haunting thoughts yet again.