My second major story, it's my interpretation of the first time Grissom and Sara met. I hope you guys enjoy this one :)
BTW, thanks GER for proof-reading this.
Chapter I
"Hey Sara! Did you see the notice board? There's a talk going on in Austin Hall in half an hour. It's going to be on criminal justice, thought you'll be interested." A dark-haired guy said excitedly to a young brunette lady.
That young lady smiled, with a small gap between her front teeth. "Yeah, I'll be there. I'll see you there," she said, turning around, dark wavy hair flying as she made her way down the hall towards her dorm.
Sara Sidle was one of Harvard Law School's youngest students for her year. She was 17 when she was accepted, while most of her peers were 20 and older. She had always wanted to study law, to be a district attorney to be exact. This was her second year at Harvard, and she loved every second of it, the challenges and coursework.
She arrived at her dorm, and decided she didn't have enough time for a shower. She grabbed a pen and a notebook from her desk and stuffed it in her bag. The speaker was supposed to be very good, and she was pretty excited. She exited, with a smile on her face.
Austin Hall was far from her dorm, and when she had arrived, there were only a couple of seats at the back left. She sunk into one and looked around. She noticed a few familiar faces here and there, but the speaker was nowhere to be seen, so she started to doodle in her notebook.
A few more minutes passed, and a hush fell unto the hall. 'He must be here now," she thought to herself and looked up. A guy in his mid-thirties was standing by the podium, his dark wavy hair cut short. What Sara noticed immediately were his eyes. They were the kind of blue eyes that she had always desired. All she got was a glimpse before she had to avert her eyes, those blue eyes were starting to travel down the back row, and she didn't want to be caught staring. She stared down hard at her notebook, feeling a warm blush creep up her cheeks.
Gil Grissom always scanned the room before starting his speeches; it had never failed to calm him down. He was arranging his papers, and he spotted rows and rows of preppy girls in flashy clothes. His eyes glazed over them quickly; they all looked like cookie-cutter girls he'd seen in countless Ivy League universities. His eyes travelled to the back row, and that was when he stopped looking any further.
There was a girl with auburn, shoulder length hair with perfectly pale skin; visible from the podium he was standing on. She had her head bent; she appeared to be reading from her notebook. He could imagine the colour of her eyes: a deep, velvety brown. But then he stopped himself. 'She's in her twenties, for goodness sakes Gil,' he thought to himself and cleared his throat, ready to start.
"My name is Gil Grissom, and I am a crime scene investigator with the Las Vegas Police Department. My talk today would be centered on court proceedings, on how we CSIs present evidence to the court. So, starting with the district attorney…."
Their eyes met, and Sara noticed that his eyes were even bluer than she had imagined. 'Cornflower blue, that's the shade,' she thought to herself. It had always been her favourite crayon colour, ever since she was six. Grissom however, smiled. Her eyes were the exact colour he had imagined it to be, but he couldn't find the words to describe it.
Sara felt her heart flutter slightly, but killed the feeling instantly. 'He's a lecturer, Sara,' she told herself, but she couldn't… she just couldn't stop gazing into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried.