Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, not even the air. NA
: I can not believe it's been over nine months since I published the last chapter! How time flies! I'll just say ... forgiveness. I've been so busy with my work. And try to write whenever I fall asleep or I have no inspiration. But today was the perfect combination = win insomnia + writing. So I leave a short chapter, but with love. Please keep reading and do not believe that I read your comments. Rather, it is what keeps me motivated to continue this story. Thanks again.
Chapter 26 pm The orange crept through the blinds just semi-closed. Grissom was awake for some time and was now looking, almost hypnotically, as the thin bars of light skin clung to Sarah, as if the sun had brushed over their naked curves. Seemed dressed in a tuxedo.
atrevíaa not touch. Afraid to break the spell of waking moment. On the other hand, however, was afraid that everything was not real. The only way to make sure it was hearing his voice.
did not know why, but despite that she had dreamed many times, even in wet dreams, I had never heard his voice. Perhaps it was something your mind reserved for taste only in reality. And his voice - his pitch, his irony when in good humor, his strength when I was angry, the way it was broken when she was sad, her moans when they had made love, getting to touch the innermost heart. Achieved what everyone else thought impossible to achieve with Gilbert Grissom: move him.
saw his sleeping face and carefully put his hand to his cheek, trying not to startle.
She opened her eyes heavily.
- Hello - he said in a whisper, smiling tenderly at her and still sleepy eyelids half-open.
- Hello - she answered lazily after a while with a smile and closed his eyes.
- is the first time you wake up next to me - he said softly.
sank her fingers in her hair and smoothed his hair matted.
- I'm glad it will - and kissed his forehead.
- Griss ...
- Yes?
He was stroking her hair while looking at her. She stopped him with one hand.
- Do not want you to think ...
- Sara, right now, I'm not thinking about anything. Sara sighed
frustracióny turned to lay his head on his hand. Now the same height were looking at each other's eyes, trying to read his thoughts.
- Grissom, this may be the last time we share together.
He frowned.
- What do you mean?
- Yesterday you were right. There was something I wanted say ... Today ... in a few hours ... I have to finish a case. The FBI ... Frank asked me to be part of a raid ... as a decoy.
Grissom quickly sat on the bed.
- Sara, you can not. No. .. he can not endanger your life if you're not agree.
- But I am.
He looked with raised eyebrows. She continued.
- And before you protest again, I remind you that you're not my supervisor.
Sara knew it was hurtful but there was no way to convince him.
- You're right. I'm not - said staring at the sheets, thinking about who was now his real supervisor. Sara
have given anything to have been able to hear his thoughts at that moment.
- What, Griss? - Asked after a long time.
He slowly raised his tired eyes to meet hers.
- In the morning I asked what he would do if it were your last day of my life.
She nodded slowly, his face in a gesture of confusion.
- Tell me, Sara, and I guess you know it. What is the definition of a parasite?
Sara frowned. Was this another of your puzzles? Answered anyway. Almost like a reflex. As he always did when he was challenged.
- A parasite is one living being that lives and feeds at the expense of another living thing without providing any benefit to it.
- I think, your life would have been better if we had known in San Francisco and your smile has faded over the years, mostly my fault. But ... while I think my life has changed since then so that I can not think of my life without you.
His blue eyes had turned to look at the carpet with sadness.
Sara confession over him. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps if they had known in San Francisco would have smiled more. But they met. You can not change the past.
Grissom continued.
- I am the parasite. Do not benefit at all. On the contrary, sometimes I hurt. And yet, Sara and that's what I'm mortified ... I need you. I thought you left because you realized that, that only I hurt you all this time, but now ... now I'm confused, what you want from me?
Grissom felt like a pressure cooker of emotions.
- I want nothing but the truth.
both knew how important it was true for him. Both in criminal cases, as in everyday life. So Sara played that card. Perhaps the last of his hand. His eyes began to water.
Grissom replied without looking into his eyes. No one dared.
- Actually, Sara, I feel two things are incompatible. The first is that I love you. You may not like you deserve to be loved, but I love you. And second, following the first, is that I want to be happy. And it seems that both are not possible at the same time.
Sara sighed. Why Why today? "Just today?
- Sara ... if this was the last day of my life, I would tell you we're sick of this city, I forget and start to smile again. As you did in San Francisco, before meeting. As a thought I had done three months ago.
- Grissom - Sara's face broke into a slight smile, "so I did.
- So ...
The predicate of the sentence died before the birth of her mouth and float time seemed eternal seconds. Their eyes were removed no parallel.
- So ... - She repeated, "... I believe in evolution.
Grissom looked at her with a puzzled frown and smile. Expected. Sara continued.
- In nature, there have been cases in which - Grissom gently pushed to get over it - parasitism evolved a symbiotic relationship.
He looked funny and put his palm on her cheek.
- You're still the same crackpot entomologist met in San Francisco. The only way to understand is that you speak ...
But not enough to finish a kiss rebuke because he was speechless. ***
Grissom awoke. As if he had heard a gunshot. There was a man of heart, but something told him that this time her attention that little voice that told him something was wrong. Before turning, reached out behind him, then turned. Sara was not at his bedside.
Without thinking twice, got up, put on pants and as he buttoned his shirt, Sara reviewed the department. It was not in the bathroom. Nor in the kitchen or the living. Their anxiety grew. Something was bothering him. I felt I should know something. It was on the tip of the tongue but that did not quite grasp it all. Until he remembered:
Frank asked me to be part of a raid ... as a decoy.
- Oh no! Sara!
left the house almost stumbled, got in the car and drove almost without thinking to the laboratory.
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