Disclaimer: I don't own anything, please don't sue me, and I may even mess up what I'm trying to imitate, so please don't sue me for that either. If I owned it, I would be rich and happier than I am right now, also, I would a heck of a lot older…..but yeah, whatever.
A/N: Hey guys….so yeah, I'm writing another one shot, a short one shot as some would define it, and yes, I know I should be writing my other stories, but they're just too darn happy for my mood right now, so I'm going to be writing an angsty piece. A very angsty piece. So…..if you guys don't like angst, I'm sorry, but I will assure you that I'll put my best into it. Well….not so much angsty I've decided now, but just more sad than anything else. Not for Grissom/Sidle fans unless they like sad stuff….leave a review afterwards, and I'll remind you at the end with my other author's note as I always do. Oh, and another note….I have not seen all the episodes of CSI, so I may not be very int touch with the whole relationship between the two….so forgive me if I screw it up. Set after the episode where Sara talks to Grissom about the promotion, and how she hopes that their relationship didn't affect anything…well, kinda after that too, but I'm rambling, I'll leave. Love you all!
I'll Follow the Sun
"Hey, Sara?"
Sara turned around to see Grissom sticking his head out of his office. "Yeah?"
"Can I see you in my office for a second?" Grissom asked.
"Uh, sure, just a minute, I need to get these things to Greg," Sara said, hurrying to get the papers from the case they were working on to Greg. After she handed it over to the very asleep looking Greg, she walked back to Grissom's office. She stopped at the door. "What did you want me for?"
Grissom looked up, taking his glasses off. "I was wondering if you were upset at my decision."
"What decision?" Sara asked; life had been so hectic lately with all these new cases coming in and she couldn't remember clearly what Grissom was talking about.
"My decision about Nick," Grissom reminded her, not unkindly.
"Oh….that decision. No, I'm not upset, actually. If you thought that he would be better for the promotion, then I trust your judgment," Sara said truthfully. It was also true because she hadn't had anytime to brood over it either.
"Are you sure? I noticed you were quieter than usually when you heard," Grissom probed again.
"Yes, I'm sure, Grissom. Is this all you needed to see me for? I really do need to get back on the case." Sara looked at Grissom, expecting to be dismissed.
"If you need any time off or anything, just tell me." Grissom put his glasses on, getting ready to return to his paperwork.
Sara paused for a second, processing what Grissom just said. Did he just imply that I'm really not okay with Nick's promotion? Does he think that I'm lying just to get him off my case? What is he assuming here? "Hold on a second, Grissom."
"Yes?" Grissom looked up again.
"Are you saying that you think that I'm so upset that I need time off to cope with the fact that I didn't get promoted? Do you really think I'm that obsessed?" Sara asked slowly.
"Well, you are quite dedicated to your work, and if I were in your shoes, and another co-worker with whom I was good friends with received the promotion I wanted though I had worked far harder and longer than he, I would be upset," Grissom said.
"Do you think I'm that shallow? I'm glad for Nick, Grissom," Sara said, still unsure of why Grissom was being like this. Usually he stayed out of things like this.
"No, I'm just taking into account that you can be rather emotional at times, and that when that happens, you either blow up or withdraw into yourself, which is bad both ways."
"Okay, so I admit that I wanted that promotion pretty badly, but not to the extent that I would sulk if I didn't get it. Sure, I was upset that I didn't receive it, but it was made better by the fact that another CSI, who happens to be my good friend and fully qualified, received it. I'm not upset, Grissom. Please stop assuming that I'm going to either implode or explode," Sara reasoned, feeling slightly upset that Grissom thought so little of her.
"Well, I—" Grissom was cut off by Sara, who had another thought pop into her head.
"And the only thing I'm upset at right now is you and your lack of faith in my maturity. I'm thirty-four years old, Grissom, not fifteen. Remember that." Sara turned and walked out of the room. She continued into the room where she and Greg were working and sat down at the table.
"You should stop looking so scornful, it's twisting your face," Greg remarked in a Liverpudlian accent. (A/N: for all Beatles fans…you should recognize this quote….)
Sara just glared at him.
"What's up?" Greg said, absentmindedly rearranging the photos chronologically.
"Grissom." Was all Sara said.
"Ah."
They continued working on the case, which involved the murder of a thirty-five year old single woman staying in the Bellagio. The hotel cleaning staff had found her a day ago lying prone across the bed, three gun shot wounds in her body: one in her back, one in her leg, and the other at the back of her head. She was found with no ID, and she had just checked in the day before. When Sara and Greg processed the scene, they found no murder weapon, no prints, and no chemicals of significance. To be honest, Sara thought that if they didn't get a breakthrough in the next time they revisited the crime scene, Sara was going to hurt someone.
Greg beeped.
"What's that?" Sara asked.
"Oh, er, that's my walkie-talkie. Doc has the details for us." Greg stood up and stretched.
"Walkie-talkie?" Sara asked, a little incredulously.
"Hey, they work really well in this stupid building. And, I don't have to pay for cell phone usage."
"Why can't you just go check up every now and then like a normal person?" Sara asked, lifting one eyebrow.
"I am not normal," Greg stated.
"I forgot."
They walked down to the pathology place until they got to Doc Robbins' office. They opened the door and walked in.
"Hey, doc, got anything?" Greg asked.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have called you, would I?" Al Robbins said, peering over his glasses.
They walked over the dead body and pulled back the sheet covering it. Doc Robbins walked to the other side and started to point out all the interesting bruises and such that he had found on her. After a while, when Sara started to tune out, Greg asked a question.
"So, the cause of death was the gunshot wounds?" It was more a statement than a question.
"No." Robbins said.
"What?" Sara asked, awoken from her trance-like state.
"She was poisoned." Robbins walked over to the screen where the video screen was displaying the sinus passage of the woman. "See the irritation of the tissue there? Something was passing through there, and that's what killed her. The gunshot wounds were merely and insult to injury, something to throw us off. The only thing is, though, I can't seem to figure out how exactly she was poisoned. It was not ingested or injected."
"What?" Sara and Greg asked at the same time.
"That's all I have for you. When the stomach contents are finished processing, I'll be able to tell you what she was poisoned with, but for now, you have to figure out how the poison was put into her body. Oh, there are no lacerations on her body pre-mortem." Robbins turned away, obviously dismissing them.
They walked back up to their working room, quiet. Both were perplexed at how one could be poisoned without having the poisoned either ingested, injected, or from being contaminated. They sat down, thinking. Suddenly, Sara got up.
"I need coffee. You?" Sara asked.
"Please," Greg said, putting on a puppy face.
"You're disgusting," Sara commented before walking to the break room to get coffee. She opened the cupboard beneath the coffee pot and dug around until her hand hit two mugs. She pulled them out and set the water to boil. Opening the cupboard above the coffee pot, she rifled through the tea until she found what she was looking for. Taking down two packets of instant coffee, she opened them and poured them into the cups. The instant was better than the brewed, except for Greg's, around the office. She returned to the room carrying the two cups and set them down in front of Greg on the table.
"Here you go."
Greg looked up, a light in his eyes. "Thanks."
"What's up? You look excited." Sara sat down and sipped her mug.
"I've been reading Hamlet."
"So…?" Sara asked.
"I know how she was poisoned. Oh, and the results came back and she was poisoned with snake and spider venom, which means we're probably looking for a bug/reptile freak. The poisons came from an extremely rare species of spider and snake." Greg talked quickly, pausing every so often as to catch his breath as he explained everything to Sara. She nodded, everything Greg said made sense, and if his suspicion was right, the man they were looking for would have left something at the scene of the crime, which they were going to go collect at that very moment. As they got up to leave, Grissom stopped them.
"Where are you two headed?" he asked.
"To the Bellagio, we think we may have just solved this case," Sara said, slipping her vest on.
"Wait, Greg, go alone, I need Sara to work this case with me at the moment," Grissom told Greg.
"Oh no you don't!" Sara said, preventing Greg from answering.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I am almost done with this case. I am going to finish it, and this last part requires a lot of attention to a lot of details." Sara said.
"Greg has time. He needs the practice anyway. Come with me." Grissom turned and left, leaving Sara looking at him with disdain. She closed her eyes and sighed; Grissom was ridiculously smart but somehow lacked good people skills; that was part of what endeared him to her heart, but sometimes he was just too much! She looked at Greg and shrugged.
"Sorry, Greg. I'll make it up to you one day, but for now, Mr. I've-got-a-dead-bug-up-my-shorts is having a problem. Except, having a dead bug up his shorts would probably make him happy." Sara muttered.
Greg laughed, smiling. "It's okay; I'll update you when I get back. I assume Grissom is just having you work on paper work with him."
"Of course. I don't know why, he knows I hate paper work." Sara sighed.
"Look, it won't be that bad, I'll be back, and maybe I'll get promoted if I solve this case all by myself!" Greg pumped his arm in the air triumphantly.
"Of course, you opportunistic lab-rat," Sara grumbled, turning away.
"What else would you expect of me?" Greg asked innocently. "Oh, and before I forget…" Greg leaned up and kissed Sara's cheek, promptly receiving a slap on his face.
"You'd better be glad there are witnesses around here, Greggo." A voice came up behind the Greg, who was currently rubbing his red cheek. Sara smiled happily; she had really needed to smack someone, and that was a perfect opportunity, as Greg would not get really mad.
"Hey Nick!" Greg said, turning around and smiling.
"What are you doing in so early?" Sara asked. "Or, I suppose, late."
"I forgot something at my locker, and I needed to pick it up," Nick said, shrugging.
"How is life for you—" Sara was interrupted.
"Sara! I told you I needed you to work this with me now, not the next century. Stop talking on the job and get to work! You too Greg. Hey Nick." Grissom's voice was agitated.
Sara closed her eyes and told herself that Grissom was just suffering from too much stress like the rest of them. "Sorry, gotta go."
"Understood." Both of the guys said.
Sara left them standing there talking to go join Grissom in his office, where she worked on paper work until Greg came back. When she discovered Greg was back, she excused herself for a break and went to go see him, trying to ignore the awkward tension between her and Grissom. Something seemed to be bothering him lately. He had been either acting really quiet friendly with Sara, almost too friendly, or being really awful to her. She was going insane with his ups and downs.
"Greg?" Sara asked, poking her head into the break room, where Greg was currently sitting.
"I got it. You wanna know?" Greg asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Sure." Sara sat down.
"We actually got the guy at the scene, just as we had predicted. I waited for an hour with Brass, pretending to have left earlier. As the place had been surrounded until we went, the perpetrator had no chance to leave, and was still suffering from they spider bites. Remember the spider venom? It turns out that the type of spider that that injects that type of venom is very violent, and the caretaker is almost guaranteed to be bitten when trying to deal with it. Since the venom is useless once removed from the spider for more than ten minutes, the live spider must have been taken to bite the victim itself. Once the murderer tried to recapture the spider, it bit him and he was incapacitated without the antidote to heal himself with," Greg said, all in one breath.
"Hold on, but then how did we miss spider bites?" Sara asked.
"Not done. He was poisoned by having the poison poured in his ear."
"What?"
"Like in Hamlet! The sinuses are all connected, and thus the poison was eventually ingested through that way."
"I thought you said she was bitten. You really need to work on your communication skills." Sara raised one eyebrow.
"No, he was bitten. Though, on purpose. He's a Shakespeare freak, actually, a Shakespeare scholar. He let the spider bite him, cut himself with a knife we found on him, and let his poisoned blood drip into the victim's ear, who was currently sleeping. Then, just to be safe, he took a vial of snake's venom and poured that in his ear as well. I checked with doc, he said that our theory was correct. The guy is in custody right now." Greg grinned again.
"Nice job." Sara said, feeling slightly useless. It seemed as if nowadays all she got was a grumpy weird boss who was driving her insane, and paper work. If Greg could figure out something this complicated, he obviously didn't need her.
"Thanks. I'm going to go to breakfast….shift is over in about fifteen minutes. You wanna come and celebrate?" Greg asked hopefully.
"No, I'm just gonna go home and sleep, actually. Good job Greg." With that, Sara leaned up and kissed Greg's cheek and walked out of the room, leaving him shocked. Greg never caught her double meaning, though.
She walked to the locker room and grabbed her stuff, packing it all in a bag. She quickly wrote a note and left in Greg's locker. She wrote another one and stuck it in Greg's locker as well, though this one was for Grissom. It was in an envelope. Sighing, she left the building and called her brother in California.
"Hello? Sidle." A voice said on the other side of the phone line.
"Hey, Jarid?" Sara greeted.
"Hey, Sara! How are you doing? Are you finally going to come visit?" Jarid asked excitedly. "You know you still haven' met my wife."
"Yes, Jarid. It's starting to rain in Las Vegas."
Grissom sat at his desk, when he heard a knock on his door. He lifted his head up and saw Greg, noticing his eyes were a little red. "Come in."
Greg opened the door and dropped an envelope on Grissom's desk, leaving without saying anything. He had come to work this morning to read Sara's note to him. At least she said she would be back sometime, and in the meanwhile, they would talk on the phone, he was assured. Grissom looked strangely at Greg before looking at the parcel on his desk. His name was written on it. He opened it, read it, and put his head in his hands. The letter contained a song only.
One day you'll look to see I've gone Some day you'll know I was the one
And now
the time has come One day you'll find
that I have gone And
now the time has come One day you'll
find that I have gone
For tomorrow may rain,
so I'll follow the sun
But tomorrow may rain,
so I'll follow the sun
and, my love, I must go
And though I lose a
friend
In the end you will know, oh
But tomorrow may rain,
so I'll follow the
sun
But tomorrow may rain,
so I'll follow the sun
and, my love, I must go
And though I
lose a friend
In the end you will know, oh
But tomorrow may rain,
so I'll follow
the sun
A/N: So….did you guys follow all of that? Was it completely crappy? If it was, I'm sorry. You can send me a review telling me that it was crap….oh, and the song is from the Beatles, and I don't own it at all, another disclaimer, by the way. So…..this is it, no more after this, it's not really good to make a good transition to another chapter. I was in a kind of sad mood, so this may be sadder than necessary, but I hope it's not too sappy or sudden. So…..tell me what you thought, and leave a review! Thanks for sticking all the way!
-FSY319