Parallel Universe
Author: Michele26
Rated Mature For Sexual Themes, Violence, & Language
Summary: Sara, Supervisor of the Graveshift, encounters problems when she gets a young new employee, Gil Grissom, who catches her eye. How would you fill another person's shoes?
"Sara, you know this isn't working; we'll need a new CSI sooner or later. You can't keep pulling doubles. You'll burn yourself out," Jim Brass told the middle-aged woman as he walked from around his desk.
The lab had been shorthanded for awhile now. Sara was doing everything to keep Vegas the number two lab. She worked as hard as she could and was very dedicated, which were reasons for her promotion to supervisor while he was demoted. He didn't hold it against the woman. She worked her ass off. They had a friendly working relationship, free of any great antagonism or issues. He would have to say their relationship was the best he had ever had with the opposite sex. She was very close to his heart.
"What I'm trying to say Sara….."
"I know Jim," she said wearily. She really didn't have any other option to resort to now.
"Well may I make a recommendation, there is this kid I know. He is very intelligent and a leader. Smart is an understatement for how much he really knows. He's top of his class studying entomology. Born to be a CSI, I would even haveto say that he might put you on fair playing ground. He'll give you a run for your money," he stated to her hoping she would accept his offer.
"Wow, I have never heard so many compliments come out of your mouth at one time," she smiled giving him her full watt smile making any man melt to putty in her hands.
"We need help. He'll pick up the slack and help us turn this lab around."
"Jim.....A kid straight out of college, I don't think I can handle another Greg Sanders."
"Sara, you've got it all wrong. He is very quiet and keeps to himself often sarcastic but the uttermost gentleman."
She signed showing reluctance, but finally agreeing. "Ok, don't let me down. This kid better be everything you say or it'll be your ass Jim."
"Yes, ma' am."
He was heading to his next class at the college, when suddenly he was stopped by his name being called. He recognized the voice and turned around to see Jim Brass walking towards him.
"You won't believe what I just did for you."
"Please don't tell me you got a stripper," he grinned at his own nonsense.
"No, that's for your birthday, kid."
"I got you a job," he announced.
"No, really what did you get?"
"You're a CSI," he explained to his young friend.
"You're being serious."
He wasn't expecting anything in return, but he was rewarded with a hug, it wasn't long but a very fast embrace between two men. He knew Gil wasn't a very open person. He hid behind a mask. Brass knew the death of Gil's father effected him more than he let on. It broke the child in him making him grow up faster than he should have.
"Thank you, Jim. It means a lot."
The bell for class change started to ring.
"I'll talk to you later. Get to class before you make yourself late." Brass gave him a pat on the back and started to walk away.
"Jim," Grissom called.
He turned.
"Thanks."
What do you think people? I haven't written anything lately, but the idea popped into my head of reversing places and showing the differences between Sara and Grissom. How will it unfold?
Sincerely, Michele