53. Pirates of the third Reich (6.14)
Sara was about to ask Grissom what was wrong with him but didn't. The way he looked in the diner, sitting alone on the bench, she thought it wasn't a good idea to interrupt his thought now. The last case had gotten to him. The daughter of Lady Heather was found dead in the desert and she…she had not really a clue in which way Grissom and Lady were connected. The way he looked it was more than an ordinary case for him. Was it because of the case, the fact so many people had to die because a crazy serial killer, who played scientist, or was it because of Lady Heather? What was the deal about him and this woman?
Watching him for another minute she made the decision to him, after all, he came here so he was ready to talk.
"Want another coffee? A hot one?" There was no smoke ascending from his coffee, it had to be cold. Did he ever go back to the lab? She never saw him there after he went into the desert.
"No, thanks."
"Okay." She sat down, noticed his eyes didn't meet hers. "You look tired."
"I am. It was a long night."
"You were in his house." She only heard how the house, especially the basement, looked like. They could imagine what happened there, the evidence was there. More than they needed.
"Yes. I saw his time capsule of…all the nightmares of the third Reich."
"He made experiments of human and gave them numbers." Like the daughter of Lady Heather. And Jack, the man she saw in hospital and was their murder suspect first before he became a victim too.
"They were nothing else than numbers. Experiments."
"Was…was Lady Heather at the scene?"
"No…not at the house."
"But?" There was more, she heard it. Something, he didn't want to notice in his report.
"In the desert, with Wolfowitz."
"Oh." That couldn't be good.
"Lets say, I could stop her from doing something stupid."
There were so many questions. Like what he did, how he did it. What it was about Lady Heather? Why he was this sad. Was it only the case, the circumstances? Or was there more? Something she didn't know of, had no idea of.
"Can I do something for you?"
"No. No…I…I think I need some time alone. I'm sorry Sara, I think I'll go now."
She bit her lips. "Okay." He left her outside. Didn't want to talk to her. Why?
"I see you tonight." His hand brushed shortly over her shoulder, stopped there for a moment. "Sorry...but...I need to be alone..."
"It's…all right…see you tonight." She bit on her lips. He needed to be alone. Why? She thought they were there for each other. Watching him leave there was a feeling of fear rising in her. And sadness. Where did these feelings coming from? He was withdrawing from her, left her out. At the moment she felt like she was a stranger to him, somebody he didn't trust, didn't want involved in his feelings and his life. And she felt how a tear ran down her face.
