Some days everything goes right, some days everything goes wrong. That's life. Well today was one of those days where everything was going wrong.
The night started on an up note. Gil had been seeing Betty for a month now. He liked her but he was not in love with her.
She was fun to be with, they both enjoyed a lot of the same things but there just was not the chemistry. She was more like a sister.
He had decided to tell her, he just was not sure how. They were walking to his car after a movie. Betty looked at him, "Griss. We have been together now for a month. It has been nice but I am not getting what I want out of this relationship."
He knew where this was going, the same place it always did. She wanted sex and he did not.
"Betty, I have told you before. I can't just 'do it'. I have to be in love and even thought I like you a lot, I don't love you."
"This is the last time I am going to ask," she told him. "If it is not tonight, then lose my number."
Gil walked Betty to her door, she opened it. "Well?" Betty asked. "I have not changed my mind, "Gil told her. "Then this is good bye," she said.
"Guess I didn't have to worry about how to tell her," Gil said getting into his car.
Then, like anything that starts on an UP a DOWN has to fallow it.
On his way to work, Gil got a flat tire. He fixed it and he was on his way again. He stopped at a red light and someone rear ended him, pushing him into the intersection where he was hit again.
Gil pulled out his cell phone to report the accident and the battery was dead. After finally getting a hold of the police and making arrangements for his car to be towed, it took him 15 minutes to get a cab.
Gil walked into work 30 minutes late. He knew he was going to get his ass chewed out.
Ecklie motioned him to his office. Grissom explained what had happened, even the police report did not change Ecklie's mind.
Gil walked to his office - HIS OFFICE - he still could not get used to it. He was VOLUNTEERED to become supervisor of graves only three weeks ago. He did not want to be supervisor; he just wanted to be what he was - a Forensic Entomologist.
His co-workers were not thrilled, they did not like the idea of Grissom being their boss. He sat at his desk, could anything else go wrong? He doubted it. His phone rang, it was Jim Brass.
Brass was his former supervisor. Brass was relived after a major mix up at the lab. He was put back in detectives again.
"What's up Brass?" he asked.
Jim told him about a body found in the desert with lots of insect activity. Finally, something Grissom wanted to do.
After he gathered the evidence and collected the insects he was back in the lab again.
Ecklie came to his office. "Rose just told me that she was getting married and moving to Texas. You need a replacement, these three people have applied and are qualified. I have set up interviews for tomorrow, be here."
Gil took his Danali home, half way there he ran out of gas. Finally home he dropped on the couch. "Life some times just sucks," he said to Hank. The dog looked at him, then turned and walked away. Even the dog did not want to be near him.
The next morning his insurance company called, his car was totaled and he would be receiving a check in a week to 10 days.
Ecklie had set up the interviews, the first applicant came in. Grissom introduced himself, the young man's name was Mitch Warren.
Everything was going along fine until Warren asked if there were any blacks working on the team.
"We have one, his name is Warrick Brown," Gil told him.
"One is one to many," Warren said. "You object to blacks?" Gil asked. "No, only working with them," Warren said. End of that interview.
The next one was a young lady named Frances. Her first question ended the interview. "Are there any single men working here? I so want to find a husband."
One more he said, his last applicant came in.
"Sara Sidle," she said handing him her paper work.
Gil looked at her, those eyes. Oh my god, they were the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.
"Gil Grissom," he said standing to shake her hand. As he did he bumped his knee on the desk, he stifled a cruse word and she smiled at him.
That was it, his heart skipped a beat. He never believed in love at first sight but he was in love.
"You ok," she asked. "Fine," he replied. He looked through her folder, very impressive. Beautiful and an excellent criminologist.
"Can you start tomorrow?" he asked. "Will see you then," she told him.
Sitting in her living room she could not get him out of her mind. Those eyes, they were the deepest blue she had ever seen. She giggled again as she thought of how cute he looked trying to act like it did not hurt when he banged his knee.
She never believed in love at first sight, but she was in love
Gil dreamed of her, he loved those eyes. He could not wait to get to work to see her again.
He stopped at his mailbox before going to work.
Was his luck changing? The check from his insurance company was in and the accident was only yesterday. Not to mention the check was for $1,000 more then what he expected.
As he walked into the lab Judy, the receptionist, told him he had several boxes delivered today. Going to the office he discovered they were the 'decoration's' for his office he had ordered, his bugs and other assorted things.
His phone rang, it was the owner of the junk yard that towed his car. There was a man interested in buying his car, he needed the engine. The man was willing to give him $1000 for it.
Gil had a smile on his face, "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary," Sara said coming in. "Some days everything goes right," he said.