Cool change (1.2.)
"Thanks for throwing me into the pool of sharks." Sara sat opposite to the man at the little booth in the diner. It was a little diner, a couple of blocks away from The Strip and the crime lab. The best place for a man like him to have breakfast and end a night – or an early day, depends on how the case ended. With a smile she noticed she knew things like this about him and had some idea about his behavior.
"What pool of sharks?"
"I think you call them your colleagues. Or your team."
"Oh." Grissom looked at her like she told him a fairy tale. "Did you have any problems? They weren't nice to you?"
"No, they weren't."
"I don't understand, they're really nice people."
"Grissom, I'm a concept of the enemy, I came here to find out if one of them failed. It's like you call I.A. and they know, I could have broken the team up. Could have ended the career of one of them. Of course they hate me."
"You were trying to help us out. I told them I want you here so I.A. won't investigate. That I trust you and you're not the enemy."
"They don't see it this way. And I'm not sure if it' a good idea that I stay." She nodded at the waitress who put the coffee in front of her. A big mug, black, sugar and no milk. Something to make her brain work again.
"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it?"
"Because of the things I just mentioned?" She sighed. Sometimes she felt like she was talking to brick walls. Didn't she just mention a reason why it wasn't good she was around? Why she should go back to San Francisco. Most people, to be exact, the people she was supposed to work with, weren't happy she was here.
"I'd like to have you here."
Great. These seven words were enough to convince her. How stupid was she? Not only his opinion mattered. Being a CSI meant being a member of a team and you couldn't be a real help when the rest of the team didn't see you as a member. Felt like you were the enemy. Then again, he was the boss and she…she was here because of him. Because he asked her to come here.
"Do you really think it's a good idea when I stay?"
"I can't think of somebody else. You're the one I want here, I want to work with. You're the best Sara and I want nothing but the best for my team."
Now her made her feel warm. Great. She wanted to make decisions with her head and not with her…not with any other part of her body.
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
"You won't regret it."
"We'll see. Do you hide her often?"
"Who says I'm hiding?"
"I talked to your team, they know almost nothing about you. I bet they don't know you have breakfast here."
"How did you find me?"
"I put a bug under your car."
His face was priceless. He believed her for a second before he realized she was joking.
"Sure."
"I followed you. There was something I wanted to ask you but you were at your car and didn't hear me calling your name."
"What did you want to ask?"
"I asked it already. Grissom, if you really want me to stay, there's one condition: we'll meet here frequently. I came here because of you and if you want me to stay in Vegas, we'll meet for breakfast frequently."
"Coffee."
"Beg your pardon."
"We'll meet for coffee and it's strictly work related. I don't meet colleagues for breakfast or dinner."
"So coffee and work it is." She lifted her cup of coffee. All she wanted was some time with him, somebody who didn't hate her and knew, she wasn't the enemy. Until her colleagues understood this, it would take some time.
