Irrefutable
By Manigault
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only messing with them for awhile.
Note: GSR is canon. That's all I'm saying.
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"Hey guys, you won't believe who just walked past me heading towards Grissom's office."
Sara lifted a print from the dash of the Honda Civic that she and Nick were working on and spared a quick glance at Greg who practically bounced into the room, a look of pure glee transforming his youthful face into one of mischief.
Managing to suppress a grin she waited for either Nick to ask him who was making their way to Grissom's office, or for Greg to spill the information that he was barely keeping contained.
Nick sighed and asked the question before rolling his eyes and exchanging a quick smile with Sara.
"Who is it Greggo?"
With his excitement reaching it's peak, Greg met them with a wide grin.
"Lady of the night," Greg breathed out. "Lady Heather."
Sara's smile faltered and she suppressed the image while trying to concentrate her attention on the prints in front of her and not the knowing look of Nick or the curious one from Greg. She was not worried about Lady Heather. Why should she be? It was Sara who held Grissom's affections. She was the one he went home with at night and the one that he held in his arms and made love to with such sweet abandon. She was the one that he had bought a house with and the one that had made her the power of attorney if anything should ever happen to him the way it had Jim Brass.
Sara was not worried. Still, she was relieved when Nick drew Greg's attention away from her reaction by saying bluntly. "I'm sure that it's about the trial that is coming up and she is asking Grissom for advice."
Thank you Nick for trying to simplify the situation. Sara thought as she took the last print from the dash and risked another glance out of the passenger window towards Greg who was shrugging with a whatever expression.
"I'm just telling you. She was looking hot, wearing this black leather outfit and dark red lipstick."
"Sounds like a bitch," Nick replied. He could not believe that Greg was in here trying to get a reaction from Sara and that was exactly what the youngest CSI was doing. Why was he pushing this issue? Nick knew that for weeks Greg was convinced that there was something going on between Sara and Grissom but to his dismay he could not prove it and had resorted to making little comments here and there and waiting for the reaction of which ever party he was testing. This took the cake, however, and now Greg had stepped over a line.
"I think that you should be moving on, Greg, and leave us to finish collecting real evidence," said Nick. He hoped that Greg would take the hint and move away, and thankfully the younger man did so after adding that he would go elsewhere and collect other evidence.
After he left, Nick turned towards Sara and started to open his mouth before closing it quickly after a warning look from Sara and her comment.
"Don't say it, Nick, I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now."
Sara knew that Nick would understand and he did as he nodded and moved on to continue checking the trunk of the car for any clues on their case. She had to resist the urge to dash off to Grissom's office to see with her own eyes if Lady Heather was in fact in there, speaking to Grissom. Glancing at her phone she felt the urge to call him and hear his voice, listen for any nuances that spoke of his frame of mind.
Before she could cave in and follow either one of her impulses, the phone on her hip vibrated sending tiny shivers of electric pulses throughout her hip and along her nerve endings to connect with her actions. Pulling the phone off her hip she glanced at the id and sighed with relief. Grissom.
"Hey," she answered the phone sounding more breathless than she intended. Glancing quickly over her shoulder she saw that Nick was pretending to ignore her as he closed the trunk of the car and walked towards a table where they were collecting the evidence.
"I need to take care of something this evening and wanted to let you know that I'll be late coming home."
Sara's heart dropped to her toes and she waited for him to explain why he would be late.
"Sara? Did you hear what I said?" Grissom's voice was tinged with something, perhaps tension? Guilt? Maybe she was reading something into his voice that she would not have thought twice about before Greg dropped his bombshell.
"I heard you," Sara leaned back in the passenger seat and closed her eyes. "Can I ask why you are going to be late?" She did not care at that second if Nick heard her and jumped to conclusions. Opening her eyes, she found that Nick had left the room and she was unnervingly alone with Grissom and only a phoneline and several hundred feet between them.
"It's not important. I wanted you to know that I'll be late and not to wait up for me."
"I see," Sara pushed back the sick feeling in her gut. This was crazy. This was Grissom she was talking to and they had moved too far forward for her to doubt him now. "Okay, then. I'll see you when you get home."
She could almost feel his frown over the line. "Is everything okay, Sara? You sound funny."
He was also clueless. If Greg was telling the truth and Lady Heather was in the CSI building, did he truly think that she would not hear about it? Possibly. The man was brillant in every way with a few exceptions. This was one of those exceptions.
"I'll see you later, Gris," she said and then added with something they never said over the phone. "I love you."
The pause was heavy and she held her breath and slapped the palm of her hand on her forehead for saying these words at work.
"Same here," Grissom said after a long pause. Was he with her now? Sara shook her head and knew that sooner or later she would hear if he left the building with that woman. Someone, most likely Greg, would be happy to inform her of the situation.
TBC
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