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Sara Sidle ([personal profile] lvpd_sidle) wrote2007-11-10 07:37 pm

[livejournal.com profile] mixed_muses CSI/24 AU

Sara Sidle was missing and Natalie wasn't responding to interrogation.

Gil Grissom found himself walking through a door into Milliways and he saw Jack Bauer sitting near one of the windows.

He has investigative experience. He's a friend.

Her words echoed in his mind.

A hand clenched. After many years of hurt, he and Sara had finally managed to find a friendship comforting and comfortable.

I will not lose her.

Remembering the darkness in Jack's eyes from their one, brief conversation, Grissom decided to head over to him.

Somehow, I think he won't either.

"Sara is missing," he said to him without preamble.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-13 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Now the smile's a little more genuine, if a little wry. "Even I can't twist this one to be my fault, Sara. I just...I don't have that many friends. The thought of losing one was pretty scary. Though not half as frightening as it must have been for you."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll stop worrying when you don't look like death warmed over and you're back helping catch bad guys. Which I have a hunch will probably be sooner than your doctor suggests."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-14 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Jack raises an eyebrow. "You sure neither of you ever worked at CTU?"

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-14 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure they know that already. Try and relax and get some sleep?" he says, phrasing it as a question as he knows it's easier said than done.

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-14 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He gives her a weak smile. "It was the least I could do. Get some sleep."

[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com 2007-11-14 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I will. Night, Sara," Jack says, squeezing her hand before leaving the room.

Once the door's closed behind him, he lets out a breath, running his hands through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck with both hands. "Christ, could I ever use a drink."
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[personal profile] gris_bug_man 2007-11-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm offshift. I'll buy." Grissom gives him a wry, understanding look, and opens a door back into the bar.