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When It’s Too Late

By tawnyteaser

Disclaimer: Not mine,
the characters, their universe and the song.

Spoilers/Author’s Note: Any ep up until season 4 is
game and this will probably be a one shot. I’m brainstorming
on my other stories. Oh and the song ‘Break Away’ is sung by
Kelly Clarkson and fits so nicely.


Sara walked out of the building and stared at the bright sun,
unseeing. Her heart was ripped, shredded into pieces and no one knew but
for her. Her lungs felt tight and she felt tears burning in her eyes.
When she had told Grissom that it might be too late she hadn’t meant
it. There would never be anyone for her but Grissom.

She pasted a smile on her face as she
passed a few officers she knew on her way to her Tahoe. Sara climbed
into the SUV and gasped for air. She started the engine and reversed.
Her mind on auto pilot as she ran through the different ways she had
tried to gain his attention.

She had thought he had cared, she really
did. Grissom rethinking his evaluation of the evidence to do an
experiment? That wasn’t something he normally did and it had seemed at
the time that he had done that for her, but now she wasn’t so sure.
Maybe he had just done it to prove that he really did know it all.

Several Hours
Later…

Sara sighed and pulled out into traffic.
Coming to Las Vegas had been the sign she had been looking for. Or what
she had thought she had been looking for. ‘Face it you sure can pick
‘em.’ Sara thought to herself. She thought of Grissom and Hank. Hank
had been charming, punctual and attentive everything that Grissom
wasn’t. Sara sighed again and finally allowed the tears to fall. She
didn’t notice the loud explosion or the sound of shattering glass as
she tuned out everything…everything but her misery.

Grew up in a
small town

And when the rain would fall down

I just stared out my window

Dreaming of a could-be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray (I would pray)




Grissom
walked into his office and grabbed the assignment sheet before heading
to the break room. He found Warrick, Nick and Catherine all waiting
there for him, minus Sara.


“Well ladies and gents everything is being put on the back
burner for tonight. A multiple car accident that has shut interstate 9
since this morning, which means..”




“Road trip as Sara would say.” Warrick finished. “Hey where
is she?”


Grissom swallowed and shrugged. His refusal to her dinner
invitation still bothered him. He hadn’t thought. Hadn’t wanted to.
He mentally sighed. The explosion and everything combined had taken a
toll and to have to admit that he would need surgery was a crushing
blow. To have Sara come in and ask him out had been the wind that had
blown down his precarious house of cards.


“Knowing Sara she’s probably already at the scene, I mean she
does take I 9 to get home and to come to work so if it was closed then
she would know that a CSI would be requested right?” Nick pointed out
and bit into his apple.


Grissom felt his blood freeze as a scream ripped through the air.
It was her. There was no doubt left. “Sara.” He chocked out as yet
another scream filled the air.

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“Oh my-“ Catherine said and put a hand over her mouth. Tears
filled her eyes as she too recognized her co-workers screams.


The team heard this exchange and hope fell and fear rose as they
heard the shouted words.


“Not this. Not Sara.” Nick chocked out.


Grissom clenched his hands into fists. The minutes seemed to go
as slow as evolution.


“Okay get a backboard ready, neck brace is on.”


The team held their breaths as they saw for the first time the
broken body of their co-worker. Blood was all they could see. She wascarecarefully placed on a backboard, strapped to it and then carried away
from the wreckage that had been her hell for the past few hours. The
team watched as a helicopter suddenly appeared and hovered, lowering a
basket.




“They’re not going to land it?” Warrick asked out loud,
incredulously.


“They can’t, there’s no room. I’m just glad that they had
this chopper for her.” Brass said, his eyes following the baskets
ascent to the helicopter, carrying one of his favourite CSI’s.


“I hate to say this but Ecklie should be brought back. I mean
we’re too emotionally involved right?” Nick said.

The
team nodded their agreement and collected their kits. Right now making
sure that Sara would be okay would be their top priority.

I'll spread my wings

And I'll learn how to fly

Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye

I gotta take a risk

Take chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget the place I come from

I gotta take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway


Sara floated. That was the only way she could describe the
feeling. Pain couldn’t touch her. She gazed down as if it was a movie,
and she was part of the audience. She saw Warrick, Nick, Catherine and
Brass’ reaction. She was touched but what really made her feel like
shouting with joy was the look on Grissoms’ face. Love, that
undeniable emotion was lying there. He could deny it to her face but
since she wasn’t even supposed to be seeing this she knew. ‘I
don’t want to die.’ She thought and reached, reached for the only
thing that kept her from giving up. Grissom.




Sara relaxed and ran towards him, away from the light and the
peace awaiting her there. She would give that up just to spend another
moment in his presence, to be able to smell him one more time, to see
him look at her with his blue, blue eyes. Sara sighed as she once again
felt the pain reach out and grab her. She could handle that. She could
handle anything now. ‘I’d go through hell just to tell him.’ She
thought and faded into unconsciousness, ready to fight to get back to
him.


Two Days Later…


“Well Mr. Grissom she’s not out of the woods yet but she’s
slowly on the mend. That last time I really thought she’d be ending up
on your caseload. But she’s a fighter, that one.”


“Thank you doctor.” Grissom said softly and carefully opened
the door to the room where Sara was being monitored. He walked slowly
over to her bedside and marveled at her survival. Tubes and bandages
masked her injuries and Grissom leaned down and kissed her bandaged
head. “I will never be late again Sara. You have my promise on
that.” He whispered as if he thought she could hear him. He smiled
gently and sat down in the chair closest to her bed. He reached out and
touched her hand gently. “I know now what to do about this, what to do
about us.” He said, more for himself then for the women he loved lying
there.

Fin

Welll? I just couldn’t get the thought
of what could have happened to poor Sara in Playing with Fire if she
hadn’t followed Grissom around. She could have been checking up with
Greg. Anyways I know I said that this would be a one shot but that might
change.

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