Title: Untitled For superswank, who wanted Grissom/Sara and some mention of regret. |
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She looked happy, sitting there across the table from a man he didn’t recognize. The man took her hand and her cheeks flushed a little. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to most, perhaps not even to the man she was with. But Grissom had every one of her expressions and reactions catalogued. Once upon a time she looked at him the way she was looking at the man across the table from her. Signing the credit card slip, he risked one more glance in her direction. Then swallowing his regret, he got up without looking back.
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