25. Blood lust (3.9)

A sheet of paper was placed in front of Sara. Surprised she looked at it.

"A form to re-enter the forensic anthropology seminar?"

"You missed it because of me and it's required, right? I don't want to interrupt your education program." Grissom sat down, gave her this typical Grissom look.

"Thanks." Wow, she never thought he remembered the seminar and let her go there again.

"You're welcome. It seems to be a habit the last time that I call you when you're not available. Have your days off."

"Yeah, somehow." I need you. Those were his words. And they made her…feel warm. They came a long way from 'the lab needs you' to 'I need you'. No need for her to leave Las Vegas and check out the FBI anymore. Not that she really wanted it at any point.

"And you use me as your information source."

"Sometimes." He smiled. "Why read a magazine when I can listen to you?"

"You want to quote me when you get asked in court for your source?"

"Yes. You're a very reliable source. Why would anybody doubt you?"

"Thank you." Gosh, he made her compliments. What happened? Not that she minded, she could get used to it. A lot of compliments, them working the case together, spending a lot of time together. Made the reason why he called her in not better but made her see the bride side of the case.

"What do you think will happen to Eric?" She asked.

"I don't know, that depends on the D.A. and the jury. If he's lucky he'll get out of jail and gets a second chance."

"His brother and the boyfriend of his mother died. All because he thought they had to move again because of the boyfriend. His mother should have told him about his father, at least a little bit so he understood why they did it."

"Are you blaming the mother? For not telling her children about their father?"

"If she had told them, they knew why they moved all the time. Why do parents lie to their children? At a certain age they should hear the truth. At least enough to understand the action that is taken around them."

"I guess it's not easy to be a single mother." Grissom sipped on his coffee.

"Yeah." Sara sighed. "A you're getting a reputation."

"Me? A reputation? For what?"

"For experiments that hurt people. First Greg's feet and now Warrick's shoulder." She smiled. Pulling Warrick through a room had been strange and when Judy, the receptionist, did the same, it looked funny. But poor Warrick was in pain after the experiment.

"It helps. We found out important details about the killer. And why are you so sensitive about your weight? What is it with women and their weight? Even when they're obviously not over-weight? You're beautiful, perfect, could be a model."

Now her jaw dropped down for a second. A model? She was beautiful and perfect? More compliments. Wow. What happened to Grissom?

"Sara?"

"I...uhm…it's nobody's business. And we get told the whole time we've to weight as less as possible. Advertisement, magazines, TV."

"A smart woman like you shouldn't listen to them. You've got other sources than a gossip magazine. And really good eyes to see the truth or shall I buy you a mirror?"

"No, I've got you." She smiled. Now she turned tables. Why should she read a magazine when she had him, who told her she looked like a model? He was the best source. And it was much nicer to hear all these compliments from him than reading in a magazine she was beautiful.