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spoilers: none, yet.
Sara had some results that she hoped and prayed Hodges had finished for her, so she pushed her way through CSI headquarters to the trace lab. It was crowded. Very crowded. There had to be 100 people wandering or standing around in the lobby. Judy, the desk clerk, was no where to be seen. She had seemed sick earlier, but Ecklie had made her stay. Sara could only imagine where she was now.
As she pushed her way through, she caught glimpses of the faces of the people around her. Some sad, maybe families of victims. Some angry and annoyed, probably here for interrogation and not getting any attention. But one older woman grabbed Sara's attention. She had tears running down her face, following her tears she saw the woman's eyes. Something about their soft blue that was currently clouded over drew her to the lady.
"Um...ma'am, can I help you?"
The woman didn't turn around. She didn't even acknowledge Sara. With a tap on the mystery woman's shoulder, Sara tried again.
"Excuse me, can I help you?"
The woman spun around, looking startled, and in the process dropped her purse.
"Yes, yes, thank you. I….I need to find my son. He…he works here." the lady said between sniffles. Her speech was slightly slurred and accented, as if she had a speech disorder. Sara found this even more endearing. As she bent down to retrieve the shaken women's bag, she replied,
"I work here as well. I probably know him. What is his name, I'll find him for you."
"I'm sorry dear," the woman stammered, "I didn't catch that. I'm deaf, but if you look at me I can read your lips."
With this, the pieces started to fall together in Sara's mind. The eyes. Deaf. Her son.
"My son. His name…his name is Gil Grissom."