Who are you (1.6.)
"Did you ever try pottery?" Grissom greeted Sara before she could sit down with her coffee.
"Uhm, no." Irritated the brunette spilled a few drops of her coffee and wiped the table clean with a napkin. "Why?" Did he plan to send her to a pottery course? Make her find a new hobby or something like that.
"I tried something similar to it. Or it felt like I imagine pottering does feel. A facial reconstruction."
"Terri Miller. I heard you met the best forensic anthropologist in the States and Canada. How is she?"
"Amazing."
"Amazing?" Hearing Grissom calling a woman amazing made Sara feel…strange. Being interested or affected by a woman wasn't like him. Usually only bugs got his attention. She should know, she tried hard to get his attention when they met the first time in San Francisco. And now he called a woman, he barely knew, amazing.
"Yes. It's a mix between art and talent or probably both. I wish she would work with us in the lab."
"Luckily we don't need a forensic anthropologist very often." Sara wasn't sure she wanted Terri Miller more often.
"We could all lean a lot from her."
"If you say so." Did her voice just sound a little bit snappy? Maybe it was better to change the topic, make him forget Terri Miller. "Brass is still mad because Warrick and me thought his officer killed the man."
"You had an eye witness."
"Yeah."
"And no evidence."
"No evidence that pointed toward a suicide. I mean, what could have we done different? This boy told us the officer shot, there was a missing bullet and…did we go ahead of the evidence?"
"No. You didn't have real evidence. The most important piece was missing. And you learnt why the most important piece is the most important one. It can change everything. Makes a homicide a suicide, a guilty officer an innocent and framed man."
"Brass was really mad…well, you saw him in the department. Why did it feel like we were on different sides? We all work law enforcement, we all try to get the bad guys and whoever shoots a person is the bad guy, no matter what his occupation is. Unfortunately there are dirty cops."
"Black and white, Sara. There's always more than black and white. Brass will be fine, give him some time."
"Send him to a pottery course?" Now why she putting up the topic again? Was it her curiosity? Finding out if something happened? Something she didn't want to happen.
Grissom smiled. "Maybe. I know a good teacher."
"Did you sit there like Demi Moore and Patrick Swazy in 'Ghost'?" Immediately she heard 'Unchained melody" and saw the scene in front of her eyes. So cute. If it hadn't been him and Terri Miller but him and her. A quiet sighed escaped her mouth.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A very famous movie…never mind."
"Maybe we will watch it one day together." He rose. "I see you tonight."
"Yeah." Her eyes followed him when he left the building. Maybe. And the Righteous Brothers kept singing.