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A/N – this is rated M only because for my first fanfic would like to get comments from the people whose stories I read
Trouble
"So c'mon Jim you must know something juicy about Grissom and Lady Heather…"
"I know something a lot juicier"
Catherine was cut off from following up on that remark when she saw the security guard's dead body lying on the ground. Although their case had just become a lot more complicated, she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that comment.
Back at the lab, Sara stood in silence staring at the evidence before her. To the passerby, it would look as if she was delicately and finely examining evidence on Lady Heather's case, but her mind was lost in thought, and not about Lady Heather… well not about her present status. Fragments of Catherine's remarks flashed through her mind over and over again. "… she's the only one I've seen fluster Grissom; the only one that can beat him at mental chess; she young, intelligent, beautiful…" That last one resonated in her mind. She was beautiful, Sara hated to admit it… as for smart? She thought that someone with more brains would have found a… different line of work. But the reason those words stung the most, wasn't because of the praise she had for the woman, rather it was the fact that she knew, Grissom cared about her; he cared a lot. She had seen his face when he'd come to the hospital, thinking she'd be alone, and Sara couldn't help but think that he hadn't wanted to even see her at all.
Fighting with tears she left the layout room, needing a break, all the while thinking, "He's with me… why wasn't he happy to see me"