Scribbled some more...
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GREG'S P.O.V
Well I did it. Greg Sanders has officially walked directly into a door. Granted, it was glass, and clean, like all the glass in the CSI building… but the last thing I expected was to slam right into what was in front of me.
So much for looking cool.
Sophia was busy again – paperwork – but she did say we could meet up for dinner before shift.
I thought restaurant… she thought take-away and sodas at her place.
I don't mind… it's good to just hang out. Well, it'd be good if I hadn't just walked into a door… in front of the entire lab.
When I was younger, I used to have a real big thing for Nancy Drew. Who didn't? And Sophia… blond, blue-eyed detective? Got to stop from reverting back to my teen-hormonal self. Alright - Suppression of past Greg Sanders initiated (not that my new image is going to do much good since I just walked into a door).
Regardless, this is going to be a good night.
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SARA'S P.O.V
Grissom did it. He said it. He loves me. He's taking it seriously.
It seems to be working. The problem with me is… I don't think I've ever had a working relationship before… which is why I wanted Grissom in the first place.
I can't imagine he's had a string of working relationships either…
But it feels good. Nice. Just weird… really weird.