A/N: I hate what I decided to do, and you will all hate me for it, but it had to be done, I deleted my stories, they just weren't going to get finished, but I do plan to write another story that will be similar to 'Story of the Bullet Romance' I shouldn't have been starting new stories in the middle of writing one, it got me confused, you can send me hate mail if you want! I deserve it! I knew I would regret it but it had to be done ):
Compressed Emotions
Introduction
Gil Grissom, a man in his mid thirties, working for the Las Vegas Crime Lab as a level three CSI, stood before the bright young students on his small stage, in front of him a desk with a microphone so his voice projected around the large room, nearly every seat in the room sat in by a student not much younger than twenty-five. His seminar was to be about crime scene investigation, teaching the university students the basics of it. He looked around the room, taking in the faces, seeing the concentration plastered on them. He then realised that they were waiting for him to start, and probably had been for the past ten minutes.
"Hello, my name is Gil Grissom, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab and I'm going to be educating you in the basics of crime scene investigation..."
That was all Sara Sidle needed to be drawn into his words, his voice was angelic, he was angelic, his short, greying, curls made her want to run her hands through them, his well-built body looked strong, yet gentle, his words came out like silk. Her eyes shot to his left hand, checking for a wedding ring. She could have squealed with delight when she saw no ring, he had changed her opinion on men completely, she realised that they weren't all annoying, immature, idiots, that spent their time attempting to chat up women, coming out with annoying, idiotic comments, and having late night parties that went on until the early hours of the morning. There was finally a man in the world that had the effect on her. The one she had heard so much about but never experienced before, the one that made her go into a daze and feel like there was only the two of them in the room. She forced herself to focus on what he was saying and not on his bright, sparkling, baby-blue eyes that shone with emotion. It was then that their eyes met, she was sure that everyone in the room could hear the 'thump, thump, thump' of her heart and even more sure that the man who had stolen it could see it pounding against her chest. In those few seconds she had felt like she was floating on cloud nine. Yes. She had finally felt true love.
By the end of the seminar Gil was sure he had bored the life out of the students, even though almost all of them had been taking notes, he wouldn't be surprised if one of the girls he had noticed had filled a full notebook, she could write for the country! He was sure she was writing at least 500 words for every minute, and yet, he was strangely intrigued by her, she was clearly very, very, clever, and he wanted to know more about her. He hoped she would attend his seminar the next day.