Started March 18/09 Part 1 Song lyrics - When I Come Around - Green Day Continuation from "Finding his Heart"
CSI Detecting his Heart
By: Elizabeth Gentile
I heard you crying loud,
all the way across town
You've been searching for that someone,
and it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Well, don't get lonely now
And dry your whining eyes
Sara was growing impatient; there was still no sign of Grissom. Sara was waiting inside an Italian restaurant, wine glass in her hand. She had asked Grissom out to dinner, he told her he
would meet her here at 8:30, it was now 10:00. Sara huffed as she looked around, he was nowhere in sight. "Maybe he didn't want to come, maybe work was still more important to
him." Sara thought as she took another sip of her wine. "This was stupid, inviting Grissom out to dinner the chances of him showing up is zero to one." Sara continued on with her thought
conversation. It was as if she was a telepath, it was eerie to Sara, and it even gave her goose bumps. "Sorry I'm late; I had an emergency call from the lab." Grissom announced as he
walked up to where Sara was sitting. "Is everything all right?" Sara asked as she hoped it was nothing serious. "Everything is fine, just some lab chemicals exploded, over heated. I had
to take inventory." Grissom replied as he sat down in the chair across from Sara. "I'm happy you came." Sara replied with a smile, the gap between her two front teeth was easily visible.
"I'm happy you're not angry at me that I showed up late." Grissom played back as a waiter came to their table to ask Grissom what he would like to drink. "Coffee please." Grissom
responded to the waiter who nodded his head and left the two of them staring at each other. "How are you?" Grissom asked as he kept his eyes on Sara. She smiled as she took a sip of
her wine. "I'm doing well. How are you?" Sara asked back, this was not the way she wanted things to be. She wanted to be able to ask Grissom questions that she couldn't even imagine
asking him but she knew they both needed to take their relationship slow. "Not so bad. How's that wine?" Grissom asked as he looked at Sara's empty glass. She smiled as she pushed it
aside, "It was awesome. I might go for another glass." Grissom chuckled and Sara was instantly taken back. They waited in silence as the waiter came and brought Grissom his order.
"Why did you stay with me the other night? The night of the Strip Strangler incident?" Sara asked unaware of how random she had brought up that question. "I needed you Sara and you
needed me. How can you just turn against that now? I needed comfort and so did you." Grissom responded as he slowly turned the answer into rage. "You needed me because you
thought I was weak and I was the only closet and available person for a good night…am I right Gil?" she responded as she began to stand up from her seat. "I didn't need you just
because I needed a screw out of you I needed you because you went through so much during that case." Grissom replied, he was still sitting down. "I'll see you at the lab. Thanks for
showing up to dinner Gil." Sara replied as she walked away from the table. Grissom couldn't wrap his head around why Sara was thinking that way, maybe he sent her the wrong
message but he knew he needed to try his best and work out the damage they both caused.
Sara had caught up with Catherine in the hallway; there was a new case at large. Grissom and Catherine were called out to the body farm. A body turned up that wasn't authorized to
the organization. It also turned out that the body Grissom and Catherine found had signs of cross contamination, something every CSI would not enjoy looking forward too. "Wow, you
got to go to the body farm?" Sara asked, her eyes gleamed. "Yeah." Catherine replied as she dried to squeeze the image out of her mind. "I've always wanted to go there. What is it
like?" Sara asked as she tried to get all her questions answered. "Quiet." Catherine responded, it was true.
Warrick and Nick were inside the break room; they had finished a case and were now resting. They were interrupted when Catherine and Sara walked in, they continued their
conversation about the body farm and Warrick couldn't help himself from jumping into the conversation. "I hear Grissom goes there all the time. Like even on his nights off." Warrick
concluded as Sara and Catherine took a seat at the table. Warrick was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper and Nick was now walking toward the fridge. Nick came up to the fridge
and opened it; a loud huff came out of the CSI's mouth. "Why does that not surprise me?" A waft of unpleasant odor came out and from the fridge; Nick cringed as he closed the fridge
door. "Man, something stinks in there again." Nick announced as the rest of the CSI's turned their attention to Nick and the smelly fridge. Nick opened the fridge and took out something
wrapped in paper; he smelled it and put it back. It was not the source. Sara turned her head to her left side in puzzlement, "What, bad milk? Cottage cheese?" she listed off as Nick shook
his head. "Worse. It's all over my sandwich. Smell that." Nick replied as he took out his plastic bagged sandwich and held it out in front of Sara. She took a whiff and instantly jerked her
head away from Nick's lunch. Sara walked passed Nick and peered inside the fridge, she picked up a plastic container and slightly moved it after she knew what it was she dropped it back
in its place like a hot potato. "Yeah. He's got one of his experiments in there." Sara announced as she heard her colleagues huff in annoyance. "You're kidding me?" Nick asked, as he
desperately hoped that Sara was joking. "Bugs or blood?" Catherine butted in before Sara could tell Nick this was no joke. "Not bugs." Sara responded as she closed the fridge and
walked back over to stand behind Catherine. "Oh that's not cool. That's a community fridge." Warrick replied as she still the read the newspaper he was reading over five minutes ago.
"Man, someone has got to talk to Grissom about this." Nick announced as he walked over to the table. There was silence in the break room until Grissom's questioning voice was heard.
"Talk to me about what?" he asked as he walked between Catherine and Nick. "You leaving your experiments in the refrigerator." Nick responded in a stern voice. "Well, the lab fridge
was full. I put it in there last night." Grissom responded in the most innocent voice. "Well…" Nick started until Grissom interrupted. "I'm going to test for horizontal motion in bloodstains.
Vis-à-vis surface textures." Nick was making a face as Grissom announced his experiment details. Catherine took a sip if her coffee, trying to drown the smell of the experiment by
replacing it with her coffee. Grissom opened the fridge and pulled out the container, without hesitation he took the lid of the container, almost everyone in the room except for Grissom
gagged. "Hey, any of you guys got any linoleum at home?" Grissom asked as he looked around. Catherine released one hand from her coffee mug and pinched her nose, trying to block
out the smell. Sara was quiet, she never really understood why Grissom would be so ignorant to his colleagues, and it was if he never cared what they thought. Nick sat down at the
table; he was still making a face. He hated being ignored, "That blood is rank, man." Nick announced as he tried his best to keep down his breakfast. "I know. That's why the Red Cross
gives it to use because it's past its expiration date." Grissom announced as he felt a sense of warmth come over him, he loved informing his colleagues on rare and sometimes unknown
facts. Grissom placed the lid back onto the container and placed it back into the fridge; he closed the fridge and stood back up. Catherine took another sip of her coffee, "I gave the prints
to identification. They're running through the bases right now." Grissom nodded, "Okay." He responded in a blunt voice. Grissom turned to walk out of the room; it was if a countdown had
taken place, a pager turned on. Everyone scrambled for their pager, either in their pocket or strapped to their belt loop. Grissom looked at his pager, "I'll be in autopsy. Let me now." He
announced and then was out the door. "Way to go, Nick. You really told him." Warrick spoke up, still reading the newspaper. "I told him, he just…doesn't hear it." Nick responded, his
voice dying down. "Yeah." Warrick responded as he shook his head.