Reality Check 1/? [CSI]
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Happy Easter to everyone! It's sunny and warm here. Have a lovely day with your family and friends!
Here the new story is. It's the morning after what happened in Close Behind. There will be a few more chapters, maybe two or three. Maybe... :)
Enjoy!
Reality Check
Sara was sitting in her car wondering what happened exactly. She could get the big picture, but if she just tried to sort out her internal turmoil, she felt as if her brain was shutting down. She didn’t know if she had felt--and still was feeling--more angry or defeated or even betrayed. Maybe a mix of all three. Everything was fine. The night with Catherine had gone well. Yeah, sure, she had revealed a bit more than she had thought she would, but it was nothing that Catherine could have understood by herself if she had tried enough. She had gone back home and was pleasantly surprised by Gil. He was at home. As she had seen him in the doorway, it was like an imaginary burden was suddenly lifted from her chest…
…she hugged her husband tightly. A warm sensation invaded her as she felt his hard chest against her. It was clear that Grissom was taken aback by her unusual display of emotions.
“Hey, Dear. Let’s close the door,” he said as he led her away from the doorway. She kissed him eagerly, making it difficult for him to move.
“How was your dinner with Catherine?” Gil asked as he gently kissed her forehead and led them to the couch.
“Fine. How do you know I was with Catherine? We didn’t talk today,” she asked, lifting her eyes to look at his face.
“She told me you were on your way home,” Grissom said as he caressed her and tucked a rebel dark curl behind her ear.
“Did she? Why?” she asked, curious as her look followed him sitting beside her.
“Because she knew I was waiting for you here. I texted her when I landed. I wanted to surprise you.” Gil looked at her as if trying to read what really was on her mind. It was a weird sensation, but she soon shrugged it off, eager to savor every moment of Gil’s closeness.
“How sweet!” Sara said, leaning against his shoulder and snuggling close to him. “Why are you here so soon? Not that I don’t love it, but everything is alright, isn’t it?”
“Sure, don’t worry.”
“Did you miss me?” she asked as she turned again to look at him.
“Always.” And they kissed again...
They had gone to bed and had made love. She had so needed it. She had never thought she would miss so much being intimate with a man and all the little things that a couple shared every day. Anyway, Gil had woken up earlier than she that morning, and when she had opened her eyes, she was alone in their bed. She had taken a quick shower and had gone to look for her husband. She had found him working on the computer. Looking over his shoulders, she had realized he had been looking for a flight back to Lima and was booking one for the next morning…
…“Do you have to go back already?” she asked with a mix of surprise and regret.
“Yes. Sorry, but I left in the middle of an experiment.”
“Really? I can’t believe it! Did you miss me so much you left all your pets unsupervised?” she said as she hugged his shoulders from behind. She was pleasantly surprised. A warm feeling of happiness invaded her at the thought of what her husband had done for her.
“They are in good hands, don’t worry,” he said as he sent the boarding pass to the printer and closed the web page. Then he managed to turn Sara around the chair until she could sit on his lap.
“So, why the hurry?” she asked.
“It just wasn’t planned. You know, our drama queen scared me to death.”
“Sorry? Drama queen? I lost you.” She was totally confused.
“I should know better after all these years. Catherine likes to exaggerate things.”
“Catherine?” Sara suddenly disentangled from Gil’s embrace and looked directly at him. “Did Catherine tell you to come back?”…
Unbelievable. Just thinking of it made the sensation return. She had felt anger mixed up with something she couldn’t even define erupt from her core and spread through her body. She had dressed and gone out without even having coffee. She had gotten in her car and driven off, leaving a stunned Grissom behind. She still had to switch her phone on, but she was sure he had tried it several times.
She was now driving around without knowing exactly where to go. Suddenly she made up her mind. She took a quick look at her watch. She stopped in front of a coffee shop. A few minutes later she was on the road toward Southern Highland with two hot coffees and a paper bag with donuts inside.
She stopped in the driveway she had left a few hours before. She took the cups and the donuts and got out of the car. She didn’t hesitate as she had done 24 hours before. She walked straight to the door and rang the bell.
“Sara?” A very surprised Catherine opened the door.
“Can I come in? I brought breakfast,” Sara asked.
“Sure, get in,” Catherine said as she slid off her reading glasses and took a moment to assess her friend’s behavior.
Sara was already halfway to the kitchen. Catherine closed the door and hurried behind her friend. She gestured to the chairs and said, “I was brewing coffee. Please take a seat.”
“I needed to talk to someone,” Sara stated as she stopped for the first time to look at her surrounding since she decided to visit Catherine. She realized that she had interrupted the woman’s morning routine. Catherine was dressed in a running suit, clearly ready to start her day: laundry, chores, house cleaning. A newspaper was spread open on the table beside a neat pile of letters already opened. She felt a hint of guilt for imposing on her, but she quickly sloughed it off. Catherine was responsible for the situation too.
“Sure,” Catherine said, trying to conceal her curiosity. Sara’s sudden appearance intrigued her. She reached for the paper and folded it, leaving most of the table free to let her friend drop her load.
“I should be angry with you now, and maybe partly I am… I’m not sure if it makes sense, but I realized I had to come here.”
“Okay. What happened?” Catherine tentatively asked. She felt like walking on a mine field-the wrong word and everything would blow up. Sara could be unpredictable sometimes.
“That’s the problem. Nothing happened. You know Gil is in town. And what’s more important, you’re the reason he is here.”
“I’m not sure I understand…,” Catherine replied as her brain was trying to connect the dots.
“You called him,” Sara stated.
“Yeah,” Catherine firmly replied, her tone implying a warning. There was a challenge to continue in that single word. Was Sara upset because she had called Grissom? Was she angry with her? Sara’s behavior was weird. Catherine couldn’t read her. She seemed lost but at the same time defiant somehow.
“Coffee?” Sara eventually asked as she handed Catherine one of the warm cups. “There’s no sugar.” She needed to regroup. Catherine wasn’t the type to passively wait to be attacked, even if it was just because of an outlet.
“Okay, thanks,” Catherine said, allowing Sara the time to cool down. She took the sugar from the cupboard and dropped it on the table. She took two teaspoons from the top drawer and handed one to Sara. Then she laid a dish on the table near the paper bag.
Sara, taking the hint, took care of the donuts and then slid the plate to Catherine.
The older woman didn’t know what to do. That was a first. Sara coming uninvited to her house before eight in the morning and with Gil in town. She had brought breakfast and now they were having donuts and coffee in silence.
This time Catherine knew that Sara had to take the lead. Her friend came to her, now she had to wait for Sara’s next move.
Happy Easter to everyone! It's sunny and warm here. Have a lovely day with your family and friends!
Here the new story is. It's the morning after what happened in Close Behind. There will be a few more chapters, maybe two or three. Maybe... :)
Enjoy!
Reality Check
Sara was sitting in her car wondering what happened exactly. She could get the big picture, but if she just tried to sort out her internal turmoil, she felt as if her brain was shutting down. She didn’t know if she had felt--and still was feeling--more angry or defeated or even betrayed. Maybe a mix of all three. Everything was fine. The night with Catherine had gone well. Yeah, sure, she had revealed a bit more than she had thought she would, but it was nothing that Catherine could have understood by herself if she had tried enough. She had gone back home and was pleasantly surprised by Gil. He was at home. As she had seen him in the doorway, it was like an imaginary burden was suddenly lifted from her chest…
…she hugged her husband tightly. A warm sensation invaded her as she felt his hard chest against her. It was clear that Grissom was taken aback by her unusual display of emotions.
“Hey, Dear. Let’s close the door,” he said as he led her away from the doorway. She kissed him eagerly, making it difficult for him to move.
“How was your dinner with Catherine?” Gil asked as he gently kissed her forehead and led them to the couch.
“Fine. How do you know I was with Catherine? We didn’t talk today,” she asked, lifting her eyes to look at his face.
“She told me you were on your way home,” Grissom said as he caressed her and tucked a rebel dark curl behind her ear.
“Did she? Why?” she asked, curious as her look followed him sitting beside her.
“Because she knew I was waiting for you here. I texted her when I landed. I wanted to surprise you.” Gil looked at her as if trying to read what really was on her mind. It was a weird sensation, but she soon shrugged it off, eager to savor every moment of Gil’s closeness.
“How sweet!” Sara said, leaning against his shoulder and snuggling close to him. “Why are you here so soon? Not that I don’t love it, but everything is alright, isn’t it?”
“Sure, don’t worry.”
“Did you miss me?” she asked as she turned again to look at him.
“Always.” And they kissed again...
They had gone to bed and had made love. She had so needed it. She had never thought she would miss so much being intimate with a man and all the little things that a couple shared every day. Anyway, Gil had woken up earlier than she that morning, and when she had opened her eyes, she was alone in their bed. She had taken a quick shower and had gone to look for her husband. She had found him working on the computer. Looking over his shoulders, she had realized he had been looking for a flight back to Lima and was booking one for the next morning…
…“Do you have to go back already?” she asked with a mix of surprise and regret.
“Yes. Sorry, but I left in the middle of an experiment.”
“Really? I can’t believe it! Did you miss me so much you left all your pets unsupervised?” she said as she hugged his shoulders from behind. She was pleasantly surprised. A warm feeling of happiness invaded her at the thought of what her husband had done for her.
“They are in good hands, don’t worry,” he said as he sent the boarding pass to the printer and closed the web page. Then he managed to turn Sara around the chair until she could sit on his lap.
“So, why the hurry?” she asked.
“It just wasn’t planned. You know, our drama queen scared me to death.”
“Sorry? Drama queen? I lost you.” She was totally confused.
“I should know better after all these years. Catherine likes to exaggerate things.”
“Catherine?” Sara suddenly disentangled from Gil’s embrace and looked directly at him. “Did Catherine tell you to come back?”…
Unbelievable. Just thinking of it made the sensation return. She had felt anger mixed up with something she couldn’t even define erupt from her core and spread through her body. She had dressed and gone out without even having coffee. She had gotten in her car and driven off, leaving a stunned Grissom behind. She still had to switch her phone on, but she was sure he had tried it several times.
She was now driving around without knowing exactly where to go. Suddenly she made up her mind. She took a quick look at her watch. She stopped in front of a coffee shop. A few minutes later she was on the road toward Southern Highland with two hot coffees and a paper bag with donuts inside.
She stopped in the driveway she had left a few hours before. She took the cups and the donuts and got out of the car. She didn’t hesitate as she had done 24 hours before. She walked straight to the door and rang the bell.
“Sara?” A very surprised Catherine opened the door.
“Can I come in? I brought breakfast,” Sara asked.
“Sure, get in,” Catherine said as she slid off her reading glasses and took a moment to assess her friend’s behavior.
Sara was already halfway to the kitchen. Catherine closed the door and hurried behind her friend. She gestured to the chairs and said, “I was brewing coffee. Please take a seat.”
“I needed to talk to someone,” Sara stated as she stopped for the first time to look at her surrounding since she decided to visit Catherine. She realized that she had interrupted the woman’s morning routine. Catherine was dressed in a running suit, clearly ready to start her day: laundry, chores, house cleaning. A newspaper was spread open on the table beside a neat pile of letters already opened. She felt a hint of guilt for imposing on her, but she quickly sloughed it off. Catherine was responsible for the situation too.
“Sure,” Catherine said, trying to conceal her curiosity. Sara’s sudden appearance intrigued her. She reached for the paper and folded it, leaving most of the table free to let her friend drop her load.
“I should be angry with you now, and maybe partly I am… I’m not sure if it makes sense, but I realized I had to come here.”
“Okay. What happened?” Catherine tentatively asked. She felt like walking on a mine field-the wrong word and everything would blow up. Sara could be unpredictable sometimes.
“That’s the problem. Nothing happened. You know Gil is in town. And what’s more important, you’re the reason he is here.”
“I’m not sure I understand…,” Catherine replied as her brain was trying to connect the dots.
“You called him,” Sara stated.
“Yeah,” Catherine firmly replied, her tone implying a warning. There was a challenge to continue in that single word. Was Sara upset because she had called Grissom? Was she angry with her? Sara’s behavior was weird. Catherine couldn’t read her. She seemed lost but at the same time defiant somehow.
“Coffee?” Sara eventually asked as she handed Catherine one of the warm cups. “There’s no sugar.” She needed to regroup. Catherine wasn’t the type to passively wait to be attacked, even if it was just because of an outlet.
“Okay, thanks,” Catherine said, allowing Sara the time to cool down. She took the sugar from the cupboard and dropped it on the table. She took two teaspoons from the top drawer and handed one to Sara. Then she laid a dish on the table near the paper bag.
Sara, taking the hint, took care of the donuts and then slid the plate to Catherine.
The older woman didn’t know what to do. That was a first. Sara coming uninvited to her house before eight in the morning and with Gil in town. She had brought breakfast and now they were having donuts and coffee in silence.
This time Catherine knew that Sara had to take the lead. Her friend came to her, now she had to wait for Sara’s next move.