| Title: Everytime the Stars Cry By: OmegaWolf Series: CSI Pairings: Grissom+Natasha/Natasha+Grissom, GrissomxSara Warnings: Angst, sap, OOC, AU, songficness, generally weird and emotional. Set after 'Sky' about...eh, say about 4 months Song: Britney Spears 'Everytime' Grissom walked on WLVU's campus, carrying everything he needed to give lecture to 3rd year forensic science students. 'Remember what you were like your third year?' I mused, seeing and not seeing the college students that walked pass along the green grass of the quad. 'Keep it simple and stay on topic,' I reminded myself. Suddenly I saw something that made me stop and blink. 'No...it can't be...' Notice me Take my hand I felt my breath catch as I saw Natasha walk across the quad and sit on a bench at the far end, raven black hair in a lose pony tail that fell over her shoulder. I wanted to take those few steps and sit next to her, smell her perfume, but...'No, I can't...' I thought sullenly and turned away, taking an alternet rout to the lecture hall. 'I'm tired of being hurt. First Sara...I don't think I could take much more...' Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong? Natasha opened her physics book with every intention of starting to do her homework and studying for the exam that should be dominating her mind. 'But I can't think of anything else...I know he's close,' I thought, slamming the book close angryly. 'Why can't I go see him? It's just a lecture...Why am I so scared?' Standing, I picked up my gear and headed for the stadium. I had practice in an hour and working out always cleared my mind. For a little while anyway. 'Gil... do you have any idea what you've done to me? You've made me half a person...' I thought sadly, not noticing the dark form across the quad that walked with unatural haste. Why carry on without me? Frowning, I threw my bag in the corner and went to the free weights, setting up the bench press machine. 'Hundred and twenty five. Good start,' I considered and laid back, gripping the bar and began to lift, a slight sheen of sweat forming on my forehead. 'Don't think about anything; don't think about him. You've been alone your whole life, there's no point in trying to change it.' Finishing 20 reps, I put the bar back on the rack and sat up, feeling sick and still unhappy. Two of my teammates from lacrosse walked in, towels in hand. "Hey, Natasha," one of them called out. "You should have been at the forensics seminar. Gil Grissom, the head of the crime lab was here. It was awesome." I flinched. "That's great," I said, deadpan and stood, heading for the door. "I'll be at practice but...I gotta take care of something first." I left without ever hearing their response. Next |