37. Bloodlines (4.23)
This was so embarrassing. Not only was she pulled over by cops, she was also at the police station, stopped and taken in for DUI and they called Grissom. From all people in Vegas, they called the one she didn't want this to know.
"Come on I'll take you home."
It sounded like a dream come true. This words. Him taking her home. For such a long time she had been waiting for him to say words like those. He wanted to take her home. He, in her apartment. Her in his car. Or her in his. So nice.
And his hand. He took her hand, squeezed it. They held hands. For a moment, but who cared? They held hands. Like a couple. If the situation wasn't that bad, if she didn't know she was in trouble, she'd have savored this moment. Their hands connecting. Him, taking care of her. The way a lover was supposed to take care of their partner. Oh sweet lord, if this could only be true. For longer than a few seconds. And not because the police called him.
Of course there'd come questions like why she did it. Why did she drink and got into her car? Why did she not take a bus or a cab? And why did she drink at all after work? Did she have a problem with alcohol? After all, Brass said something about it a few weeks ago. Did she have a problem? With alcohol? No, not with alcohol.
Or was her problem more…a problem with herself? Being mad because Nick was obviously Grissom's pick when it came to a promotion. Okay, he had been a CSI level three before she was but…she was the one Grissom asked for to work in Vegas. She was handpicked. Didn't that count at all?
Oh point nine. Barely any alcohol and still enough to get her into trouble. Yes, she knew she wasn't supposed to drink at all when she was driving. But…after a long shift you needed some distraction. And a beer. Or two. When she ended up holding hands with Grissom it was worth the trouble, wasn't it?
We've got your CSI here, she was stopped by a patrol car and blew oh point nine and is at the department.
Is she okay? For a moment Grissom felt like the whole world stopped moving. When the police told him, they got Sara for DUI he thought, something bad must have happened. His CSI was injured, in an accident or in any other kind of trouble. Well, she was in trouble. In a kind of trouble, that was…not as huge as it could be. But still.
He rushed to the department, his thoughts with her all the time. Why? Sara was a smart woman, why did she drive after she drank alcohol? That was so stupid and stupid wasn't like her. What was wrong? Why did she drink at all? All right, it was after shift and many people had a beer or two when they came home after work to relax. But Sara had her drinks in a bar or elsewhere and decided to take her own car instead a cab. Why? Had she been alone? Probably. He doubted the other guys had let her drive after two beers or so.
Then he found her, sitting in the department, her head down. Vulnerable. How was he supposed to be mad with her? He couldn't. All he wanted to do is make sure she was all right, take her in his arms, hold her. But he couldn't. After all, he was her supervisor, he had to act like that. So all he did was taking her hand, squeeze it, show her, he was there, would make sure she was all right and take care of everything.
"Come on I take you home." Maybe he should have done this earlier. Take care of her. Make sure she was all right. He knew she wanted the promotion, there were reasons why she didn't get it and…and he hoped it had nothing to do with this. They needed a serious conversation to find out all the answers to the questions he had.
But until then, he would take her home, make sure she was all right and try not to act too much like a boss but like a friend, she needed now.