Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters contained in this story, which is not for profit of any kind.
Author's Note: This a story about how Brass found out that Grissom and Sara were together.
A Different Perspective
Detective Jim Brass thought he'd seen everything after so many years on the fob. Especially in Vegas. But he was wrong.
He didn't mean to see what he saw. In his defense, it had been dark and he didn't really know what he was seeing at first.
It all started when he'd wanted to see how Lady Heather's evidence was progressing. Or at least that was the official story. Really he just wanted to see how Grissom was coping.
Personally, Brass had never understood the man's fascination with the woman. Well yeah, she was pretty, but that had never really seemed to rattle Grissom's chain before. And geez, had he seen what she did for a living?
So, he'd been walking into CSI HQ when he'd seen it. A couple of shadows moving between two cars.
Now being a cop, he had to check this out, especially with it being outside CSI. And he had the perfect angle. Because they were ensconced in shadows, no one from inside would see them. But for Brass they were backlit by the large, growing windows of the building. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Grissom and Sara.
Brass had parked around the side of the building, so they hadn't seen or heard him. And something was just . . . off with the scene. But he couldn't put his finger on just what it was.
Until Grissom reached out to take Sara's hand. And then stepped forward, closer to her.
Brass might have written off the hand-holding as friendly. She could've been upset. And Lord knows friendly hand-holding was more likely than anything else. But it was the stepping forward that did it. Because that was definitely her personal space. No . . . that was intimate space.
It was at this point that he realized his mouth was hanging open.
Still staring at the scene unfolding in front of him, he watched Grissom speaking to Sara with only a few inches between them. He wouldn't have been able to hear a single word of their conversation if they'd been yelling at him with all that damn Vegas background noise, but he would've bet his badge that Grissom was talking to her softly. It was in his posture, the angle of his head, slightly tilted forward.
But then Sara pulled away slightly. They both turned and went in the building.
And Brass was left gaping in the parking lot.
Well damn Grissom! He thought. 'Bout time, too.
But Brass also knew what that had all been about. And he was worried that his clueless friend might be about to wreck a good thing if he didn't back off with Lady Heather.