The sun was lying low in the sky, signalling the near end of what must have been the slowest shift in history. To most people this would be regarded as a good thing but for Sara it meant that she had nothing to do for eight hours but to pour over cold cases, some dating as far back as the sixties with not much hope of solving considering most people involved are either deceased or so old that their memories have disintegrated into a pile of mush. The only constellation to slow shifts is that she found she could make up a lot of excuses to spend time with Grissom without him (she hoped) becoming suspicious.
It had been almost six years since she moved to Las Vegas and her feelings for Grissom are still the same as they were 6 years ago, granted it's slightly more complicated now than back then as she now holds some resentful feelings towards him after the roller coaster ride he's been taken her on over the past few years, but no matter how much he toys with her feelings and leads her on she still can't get rid of the jolt of excitement she feels whenever she see's him. Every now and then she thinks she see's him looking maybe even staring at her but once she looks back to check he usually busies himself looking at a clipboard or down a microscope, its moments like these that drive Sara crazy as he's just toying with her emotions more and more.
Sara was standing in the layout room looking over some old photographs of a young woman who was raped and murdered in her home some twenty years ago. Cases like this always sparked Sara's interest, not because she liked to hear about young women being raped and murdered but because she always felt a need to solve these case 's as she believed no man should walk free after doing this to a woman and the fact he's been walking free for the past twenty years makes Sara's skin crawl. Sara was so engrossed in this case that she didn't even hear Grissom come up behind her.
'Any luck' Grissom asked making Sara jump.
'Christ Griss you scared me to death!'
'Sorry I didn't mean to' Grissom said smirking.
'You never mean to do a lot of things' Sara replied, not meaning to sound so cold 'and no I'm not having much luck, whoever did this to her was very good at not leaving behind any tracks, doesn't really help matters that this was twenty years ago before DNA, so there's not a lot of forensic evidence at all'.
'I guess it's out of our hands then. Look Sarah I know you hate cases like these and you feel that you must help these women but sometimes there's just nothing we can do.'
'I know I can't always help them but if I don't try who will? A lot of these cases have been long forgotten about and people forget that these women had family and friends who still don't have any closure from this and I'm not one to give up too easily'.
Grissom looked at Sara with a kind of respect yet with slight sympathy. Sara's past was riddled with loss and grief which has lead her to hold such an amount of empathy towards the victims and their families, though this is her strength it is also her weakness as she becomes too emotionally attached which often breaks her down.
'Look it's been a long shift do you want to go out for breakfast somewhere, dayshift should be here soon so we might as well finish early as it doesn't look like anything's going to happen in the next fifteen minutes'.
'Yeah breakfast sounds good let me just clear up this evidence, get my things and I'll meet you outside'.
I think it is fair to say that Grissom hasn't been more excited, yet nervous in his life. He knew this wasn't exactly a date, or anything remotely close to one, but any time alone with Sara made Grissom feel like an adolescent teenager getting ready to spend time with the head cheerleader, Grissom just hoped he wouldn't say anything stupid that would push Sara away again.
TBC!
