Newspaper
AN: Hi I´m ILU Greg and that´s my first ff. It´s GSR and I hope you´ll like it. Please review. Thanks
Chapter 1
It was eleven-thirty. He was late, again. He cursed under his breath as he passed the front door.
'Wheres Judy today?' He thought. 'And everybody else? Weird..'
He went straight to his office for assignments. As he had his things and turned to leave, he stood right in front of Ecklie.
"Conrad." Grissom said.
"Gil, nice to see you. I think you should go to your... cattle." Ecklie smiled smug and went to his own office.
Grissom looked a bit confused but reminded that he´d have to work.
"Assignments, guys." He said smiling. "So we´ve got –" He doesn´t came any further caused of a fast babbling Catherine who hugged him hard.
"Oh god, Gil! I´m so happy that you´re here. You can´t imagine how awfull it was."
"Catherine, I´m every night here. And awful? I´m late like ever." He joked smiling to Sara, who just looked as scared as a chased rabbit, maybe more. Grissom´s smile faded slowly at the look in her eyes.
'She´d cried... What´d happend?' Grissom thought.
"So... what happend?" He asked his team.
Warrick tossed the newsletter to him.
"Here man, take a look at page nineteen. The fuckin´ letter on the right." He said grimly.
Grissom took the newspaper, looked through the letter and went white.
It read:
'I have Grissom! Guys if you do anything wrong... anything! He´s dead before you just take a look trough a piece of evidence. Have a good shift! –Anonym'
"Okay guys, that´s... weird of curse, but I´m here. So... who the hell wrote that freaking shit!" He exploded.
"We don´t know yet, Griss. But you know, that´s our only case today. So we have plenty of interested CSI´s who want to work this case." Nick replied.
Sara was still pale and looked as if hitten by a train.
"So guys... Cath, you, Warrick and Nick are going to the manager of the newspapers." He said and they stood to leave. "We need prints." He called.
Nick turned one more time back to the group and gave Sara a 'call me' sign. She just nodded.
"Greg, go and look through all my files. If anyone was pissed or said in your ears, weird things..." He stopped because of Greg rolling his eyes.
"I know boss, I know..." He said impatiently.
"Okay Greg. I trust you." Grissom said.
Greg grinned and left the room with a slight bounce in his step. Grissom had to smirk at this sight. Then he turned back to the down looking Sara.
"Sara?" He asked silently for her to look up, but had no such luck. "Sara, what´s wrong? Are you sick?"
She shook her head. 'No'.
"Okay. Come in my office, please." He said.
He closed the door behind her.
"Take a seat." He offered and she took it. He placed himself in front of her on his desk. "What´s wrong with you?" He asked after a short moment of silence.
"Nothing." She replied in a quiet voice.
"Nothing. That doesn´t look like 'nothing' to me."
She bit the inside of her cheek, to not cry in front of him and looked still down ´cause she didn´t want him to see the tears welling up in her eyes again.
'I´m not going to cry here. No, not in front of him. And what am I up to anyway? He´s here, he´s alive and everything is okay... But I just can´t look up to him with tears in my eyes without him asking holes in my stomache. And when I look at him, I know that I´m going to cry again. I just know it! I just freaking –"
"Sara!" He said grabbing her upper arms and shaking her. "What´s wrong with you? Tell me! Sara... Sara look at me!" He orderd, but then softened and let his hands slip down to hers. "Honey, what´s wrong?" He asked softly. He kneeded slowly in front of her and tilted his head to the right to look at her and drew small circles on her thin hands. "Honey?"
"I... I just thought..." She sniffed and tried to bit back more tears. "I thought you´d be dead..." She finished in a whisper and swallowed hard.
'Great Sidle! Now he thinks you´re totally crazy! Why couldn´t you just shut up and be normal like every other people in the world! He had ever any respect for you? Not more! Not after this. Really, you´re just fucking great Sidle! And yet just stand up and go find Greg, help him, solve the case with the others and go home. Like you would, if you would be normal' She thought.
"You thought I´d be dead?" He asked. He lifted her head with a single finger under her chin and saw her tears streaming. "God Sara." He said and pulled her into a hug.
The warmth and closeness of his body just made her tremble again and slip her arms around him. But he didn´t pull away. He just hugged her tighter.
"It´s okay, honey. Everything´s okay." He soothed her.
After she calmed down she pulled away. "I´m sorry." She told him in an unsteady voice.
He took her face in his hands and whipped her tears with his thumbs softly away. "It´s okay." He replied. "Would you like to go home and try to sleep a bit or to go through the files with Greg?" He asked.
"I´ll go..." She cleared her throat softly. "I´ll go help Greg."
"Okay." He replied and as she stood up to leave he looked down at his hands.
Before she opened the door she turned around. "Thank you." She said smiling sweetly at him.
He looked up and matched her smile. "You´re welcome." He told her and watched her leave.
AN: And? Was it good? That´s the first. Wait and it´ll come the next one.