Time Through Our Hands
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peridot_linesTitle: Time Through Our Hands
Author: viggygirl
Rating: Teen(?)
Spoilers: Nothing really, there are a few casual mentions of things from seasons way back... but nothing really recent.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters. I've merely hijacked them in an effort to expel fluff everywhere, at least that's how it seems.
Cross posted:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
geekfiction and bestkeptprivate
A/N: A tremendous thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mingsmommmy for looking over this and helping me get it organized. This is almost a month late, but it's finished now, and possibly the fluffiest thing I've written. It's sort of angsty, but... probably not really. This was inspired by the lyrics from the song "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation (lyrics posted at the end), given to me by shyngr8 for LAST month's lyric wheel at bestkeptprivate. Hopefully I got it right.
~*~*~*~
Grissom stepped quickly into the hospital room, the calm slipping from his expression as he moved toward the still form lying on the bed. His hand slipped beneath Sara’s, clinging to it for a moment before stroking the smooth skin of her delicate fingers. Her ring was missing, maybe it was with her personal effects.
“Sara,” he whispered weakly, barely audible over the beep of the monitor and the sounds leaking in from the corridor.
His gaze drifted over her face, drinking in her features, noting her pale complexion. Lids covered her dark eyes, and her lips were set in a thin line, not quite frowning, but certainly not smiling.
His hand stroked up and down her arm, relishing the warmth of her skin, knowing she would make it. Still breathing, still alive, despite the bullet that had pierced her thigh.
He looked down at their hands, his still clinging to hers. All the memories their hands seemed to share pushed forward in his mind.
His own hand, reaching up to stroke her face, ensuring she was okay. Later, Sara’s hand, reaching up to do the same. The silence of the station as his hand reached for hers, and later her painful tears as he reached again.
Much later, when their fingers entwined at a dinner table, or the moments when they simply touched or held each other. And finally, that day before friends and loved ones, when they slipped rings onto their fingers in a declaration of love.
And then – the night before—
Sara ran the brush through her hair once more, glancing indifferently at her reflection.
She stepped back into the bedroom, grinning at the still-sleeping form between the sheets. Unable to help herself she ran her fingers up the plane of his back, the skin smooth and warm beneath her fingertips. She skimmed playfully through the hair at the nape of his neck and over the shell of his ear before bending to brush a kiss on the apple of his cheek.
Grissom stirred, and as she moved away, caught her hand. Pulling it towards him, he pressed a kiss against the back of it.
“I’ll see you later,” she whispered.
“I might come in… paperwork and we’re backlogged…” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Sleep, it’s been a rough week, and it’s your day off,” she chided, attempting to pull her hand from his grasp.
He turned to stroke his lips against it once more, finally letting go.
“Love you,” he murmured.
“Love you too,” she answered, moving towards the door.
“Sara—“ he called, almost an after-thought.
“Yeah Griss?”
“Be careful,” he warned softly.
She smiled at him, “You worry too much.”
Now he was here, in a barren room, holding her hand as she slept, and waiting for the anesthetic to wear off. Guilt, anger, and fear battled for the forefront of his mind.
If only I had been there – maybe this wouldn’t have happened – maybe…
There were far too many maybes, maybe she would have been fine, and maybe they would have both been shot. If the bullet had been a centimeter to the left, would she still be here, or would she have bled out at the crime scene? As the thoughts of “if” and “maybe” continued to drift through his mind, Grissom’s head began to droop lower and lower until he was asleep.
***
Sara awoke to soothing warmth encompassing her hand. Blinking her eyes to clear some of the haze, she began to look around the room, becoming aware that she was not at home. A dull pain seemed to throb from her leg, and she smacked her lips together, disgusted at the dry yet sticky feeling. Eventually, her gaze settle on Grissom, head bowed forward in sleep, his hand clinging to her own.
Sara squeezed his fingers after a moment, smiling at him as his head lifted. Grissom grimaced at his stiff neck and back, before raising his eyes to her face, and for the first time in at least 24 hours, felt some sort of relief.
“Sara?”
She swallowed, attempted to speak, only to find her voice a dry croak.
Before she could attempt another sound Grissom’s frame collapsed, his arms encompassing her as he buried his face into her belly. Sara cradled his head in her hands, fingers soothing and stroking through his hair.
He pulled away, a look of fear crossing his face as he sought signs of pain from her expression, worried he had hurt her. She attempted to speak but no words would pass the desert of her throat and mouth.
Finally, Sara motioned for the small cup of water beside her bed, and after a few sips, attempted to speak.
“Griss, what happened?” Sara’s voice was still rough, despite the water.
Their fingers entwined, Grissom looked into her eyes, and started at the beginning.
***
Later, he looked down at their hands with a small sigh of relief, realizing how blessed they were, that this wasn’t their time to say farewell.
Lyrics for your perusal:
Within Temptation - Our Farewell
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
Author: viggygirl
Rating: Teen(?)
Spoilers: Nothing really, there are a few casual mentions of things from seasons way back... but nothing really recent.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters. I've merely hijacked them in an effort to expel fluff everywhere, at least that's how it seems.
Cross posted:
geekfiction and bestkeptprivateA/N: A tremendous thank you to
mingsmommmy for looking over this and helping me get it organized. This is almost a month late, but it's finished now, and possibly the fluffiest thing I've written. It's sort of angsty, but... probably not really. This was inspired by the lyrics from the song "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation (lyrics posted at the end), given to me by shyngr8 for LAST month's lyric wheel at bestkeptprivate. Hopefully I got it right.~*~*~*~
Grissom stepped quickly into the hospital room, the calm slipping from his expression as he moved toward the still form lying on the bed. His hand slipped beneath Sara’s, clinging to it for a moment before stroking the smooth skin of her delicate fingers. Her ring was missing, maybe it was with her personal effects.
“Sara,” he whispered weakly, barely audible over the beep of the monitor and the sounds leaking in from the corridor.
His gaze drifted over her face, drinking in her features, noting her pale complexion. Lids covered her dark eyes, and her lips were set in a thin line, not quite frowning, but certainly not smiling.
His hand stroked up and down her arm, relishing the warmth of her skin, knowing she would make it. Still breathing, still alive, despite the bullet that had pierced her thigh.
He looked down at their hands, his still clinging to hers. All the memories their hands seemed to share pushed forward in his mind.
His own hand, reaching up to stroke her face, ensuring she was okay. Later, Sara’s hand, reaching up to do the same. The silence of the station as his hand reached for hers, and later her painful tears as he reached again.
Much later, when their fingers entwined at a dinner table, or the moments when they simply touched or held each other. And finally, that day before friends and loved ones, when they slipped rings onto their fingers in a declaration of love.
And then – the night before—
Sara ran the brush through her hair once more, glancing indifferently at her reflection.
She stepped back into the bedroom, grinning at the still-sleeping form between the sheets. Unable to help herself she ran her fingers up the plane of his back, the skin smooth and warm beneath her fingertips. She skimmed playfully through the hair at the nape of his neck and over the shell of his ear before bending to brush a kiss on the apple of his cheek.
Grissom stirred, and as she moved away, caught her hand. Pulling it towards him, he pressed a kiss against the back of it.
“I’ll see you later,” she whispered.
“I might come in… paperwork and we’re backlogged…” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Sleep, it’s been a rough week, and it’s your day off,” she chided, attempting to pull her hand from his grasp.
He turned to stroke his lips against it once more, finally letting go.
“Love you,” he murmured.
“Love you too,” she answered, moving towards the door.
“Sara—“ he called, almost an after-thought.
“Yeah Griss?”
“Be careful,” he warned softly.
She smiled at him, “You worry too much.”
Now he was here, in a barren room, holding her hand as she slept, and waiting for the anesthetic to wear off. Guilt, anger, and fear battled for the forefront of his mind.
If only I had been there – maybe this wouldn’t have happened – maybe…
There were far too many maybes, maybe she would have been fine, and maybe they would have both been shot. If the bullet had been a centimeter to the left, would she still be here, or would she have bled out at the crime scene? As the thoughts of “if” and “maybe” continued to drift through his mind, Grissom’s head began to droop lower and lower until he was asleep.
***
Sara awoke to soothing warmth encompassing her hand. Blinking her eyes to clear some of the haze, she began to look around the room, becoming aware that she was not at home. A dull pain seemed to throb from her leg, and she smacked her lips together, disgusted at the dry yet sticky feeling. Eventually, her gaze settle on Grissom, head bowed forward in sleep, his hand clinging to her own.
Sara squeezed his fingers after a moment, smiling at him as his head lifted. Grissom grimaced at his stiff neck and back, before raising his eyes to her face, and for the first time in at least 24 hours, felt some sort of relief.
“Sara?”
She swallowed, attempted to speak, only to find her voice a dry croak.
Before she could attempt another sound Grissom’s frame collapsed, his arms encompassing her as he buried his face into her belly. Sara cradled his head in her hands, fingers soothing and stroking through his hair.
He pulled away, a look of fear crossing his face as he sought signs of pain from her expression, worried he had hurt her. She attempted to speak but no words would pass the desert of her throat and mouth.
Finally, Sara motioned for the small cup of water beside her bed, and after a few sips, attempted to speak.
“Griss, what happened?” Sara’s voice was still rough, despite the water.
Their fingers entwined, Grissom looked into her eyes, and started at the beginning.
***
Later, he looked down at their hands with a small sigh of relief, realizing how blessed they were, that this wasn’t their time to say farewell.
Lyrics for your perusal:
Within Temptation - Our Farewell
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
