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Sara walked into Grissom's office to hand in her paperwork from her most recent case. Since the door was shut, she decided to knock first. After two attempts to be allowed inside, Sara cautiously opened the door, knowing the good doctor might be so engulfed in one of his experiments that he didn't hear her knock.

While she saw him oblivious when she walked in, it wasn't due to an experiment. Gil Grissom sat at his desk watching slides of a drive thru wedding from an old time projector. Sara sighed knowing that somehow she never thought shew'd ever get married, however odd the nuptuals might be. But instead of getting lost in her own pity, she remembered why she was there. She was sick and actually wanted to go home when she was supposed to so she could rest. "Grissom." She croaked out.

He didn't hear her.

Walking over to where he was sitting, she placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, "Grissom, I..."

Grissom moved slightly at the touch, causing Sara to quickly remove her hand. Grissom didn't noticed as he spoke, "Roger and Mena Harkins. Married last night at the Cupid's Best Drive Thru Wedding Chaple in Reno, robbed the place, then shot the pastor as they drove off, marriage licence in hand."

Sara smiled, "There's something you don't see everyday... well, outside of Vegas, I mean." No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't mask the hoarseness in her voice. She was looking forward to a hot bath and a warm bed.

Grissom continued, "They might have even gotten away with it if it hadn't been for the fact that the chapel has this camera that takes pictures for the couple to purchase. Take a picture every five seconds from the time you drive up to the time you leave." He stoped the projector and turned to face her, "They send you the proofs in the mail in about a week."

While happy that his case was over, Grissom noticed that Sara's porceline face was paler than usual. "Sara, are you ok?"

Grateful he finally noticed, she smiled weakly, "No. But I finished my case with Greg and I have tomorrow off so I'm going home to rest. I just needed to hand in my reports. She was about to leave when she noticed that Grissom had taken off his shoes and his bare feet were resting on top of a heating pad on the floor. Noticing her gaze, the older man smiled, "My feet are sore ans it's a cold night. Thoguht I'd warm them up a bit."

"Good idea." Sara smile. His innocence always surprised her. Normally a very serious, emotionless scientist, Gil Grissom could sometimes suprise you in the most unique way. Today it was a heating pad. "Well, I'm off. Night."

Gil stood up and walked around his desk, send a shiver up his spine with the interaction of cold tile against his warm feet, "Wait. You're not well enough to drive. Let me take you home."

It was tempting. But Sara just wanted to go home without the emotional pain of knowing how platonic the offer was. "No, I'll be fine. Really." There was a pause between them as Sara searched for a shadow of hope beyond a boss's concern for his employee. Not finding her answer, she smiled as warmly as she could, "Goodnight."

Gil watched her as she walked down the hallway until she turn the corner and was out of his sight. He sighed, and spoke as he turned back into his office, "You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride."

Quote from Henry VIII 2.4.118-20

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