No I don't own any of these characters except the ones I make up for convenience sake.
Gil Grissom glanced at his watch as he sat in the terminal. The other passengers were a disgruntled bunch. Some were crowding the counter badgering the airline employees, as if they could fix what ever problem the plane was having by cursing and fuming. Others were busily buzzing on cell phone. These passengers remained him of bees, as they complained to the party on the other end of the line. Gil had his cell phone, He wondered if he should call anyone and let them know he was grounded in New York. This thought made him strangely melancholy. He searched his mind. There wasn't anyone that would be concerned if his flight landed late, no one waiting anxiously at the gate for him. The conference had been a welcome relief from work. A chance to get away from the thing he hated most about his work, the politics. There had been changes and change made him uncomfortable. Catherine becoming a supervisor and Sophia's assignment was an unhappy arrangement he had not control over. He knew the office gossip, he knew that it was being whispered that she was a plant by Ecklie to monitor him and his team.
What a Jerk" he said
"No Kidding" a voice next to him replied. Gil had not realized that he had vocalized his thoughts and he turned to look at the person addressing him.
"Who?" Gil looked to his left , feeling confused. He had momentarily forgotten he was sitting in the busy terminal.
"The man on the cell phone at the counter screaming at his travel agent and the Southwestern employee at the same time. Oh I'm sorry. You weren't talking to me." she said.
" No, I ah no" Gil replied. "Sorry, no I was thinking out loud"
The silence was uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say next. Was an explanation needed? He looked at the woman sitting at his left, at the magazine she held in he hands.
"You read German" Gil asked hoping to be appropriate, but he just really wanted to return to his thoughts.
"Yes" she replied and returned to her reading.
Gil wondered if he had been rude or if she were the one being rude? Then he looked at her again. She looked vaguely familiar. Had she been at the conference. The magazine she held was a Journal of Child Behavior. He knew that the possibility of her attendance of his session on the life span of bottle flies and their significance in investigating urban homicide was slim, given her choice of reading material. He noticed the woman glancing at him. She looked away when he caught her eye.
"This is going to sound like a line…. Don't I know you from someplace?" He said lamely, hoping she wouldn't put him the same category as angry cell phone man.
"Thank goodness… I've been sitting here for the last half hour thinking the same thing." she answered.
"Judging from the title of your book, you were not at the entomology seminar I presented?" he offered.
"No, a conference on Trauma and the adolescent Brain. Maybe if we introduce our selves it will help? Abigail Grey." She offered her hand
"Gil Grissom- Las Vegas Crime Lab" He hadn't meant to say the last part, but it was habit. He shook her hand.
"That's it. Court, we have seen each other in court" she looked relieved
"No, I still… yes… okay… we have testified at some in some of the same cases" He answered
"I'm a child psychiatrist, I work with children that have suffered severe trauma. You and I tend to pass in the halls. I read a lot of your forensics reports." she finished
FLIGHT 235 NEW YORK TO LAS VEGAS NOW BOARDING……