Sara and Nick had just returned from a particularly easy case, in which a
jealous rage from a woman had left her husband dead. Simple open and shut
case.
"You know, if I just killed my husband," Sara was saying, "I think I would have covered my tracks better than that!"
"I know," Nick grinned back, "Prints all over the murder weapon, eyewitness, drenched in her husbands blood and she's still swearing down that she's innocent!"
Turning the corner, they spotted Greg shuffling about in a lab coat that appeared to be several sizes too large.
"Hey, Greg, you wanna go for breakfast after shift?" Nick asked, delighting in the shock written over his co-worker's face.
Greg's eyes widened at the invitation. They wanted him to join them for breakfast? He tried to remain casual.
"Yeah, sure, see you after shift!"
And with that, the lab rat scurried back to his evidence, trying to hide the grin that graced his features.
"I've got to go get these to trace, Sara, I'll see you in a bit?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, sure, see you."
Sara left Nick and made her way to the break room. God, she could do with a strong cup of coffee! But what she saw from the glass door of the break room made her stop dead in her tracks. Her Grissom, no, not her Grissom, she reminded herself, bent down and kissed Catherine. Catherine!? There must be a reasonable explanation. There is a reasonable explanation. She had worked the case. Eddie's case. Catherine should be affected; she should need comforting, yes?
No matter how she tried, the reasoning wasn't working. It didn't stop the burning in her heart. It didn't stop the tears that threatened to spill over. She turned and ran. The scene before her was too painful to watch. Her tears blinded her as she ran down the hall, running into Nick.
"Hey slow down,"
It was only then did he see the sorrow written so clearly on her face.
"Hey honey, what's wrong?"
"Leave me alone," she screamed, running past him.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Warrick, as he passed Nick.
Nick only shrugged and walked away to find Grissom. Grissom would know what was wrong. Hell, Grissom always knew what was wrong, even if he didn't know what to do about it.
"You know, if I just killed my husband," Sara was saying, "I think I would have covered my tracks better than that!"
"I know," Nick grinned back, "Prints all over the murder weapon, eyewitness, drenched in her husbands blood and she's still swearing down that she's innocent!"
Turning the corner, they spotted Greg shuffling about in a lab coat that appeared to be several sizes too large.
"Hey, Greg, you wanna go for breakfast after shift?" Nick asked, delighting in the shock written over his co-worker's face.
Greg's eyes widened at the invitation. They wanted him to join them for breakfast? He tried to remain casual.
"Yeah, sure, see you after shift!"
And with that, the lab rat scurried back to his evidence, trying to hide the grin that graced his features.
"I've got to go get these to trace, Sara, I'll see you in a bit?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, sure, see you."
Sara left Nick and made her way to the break room. God, she could do with a strong cup of coffee! But what she saw from the glass door of the break room made her stop dead in her tracks. Her Grissom, no, not her Grissom, she reminded herself, bent down and kissed Catherine. Catherine!? There must be a reasonable explanation. There is a reasonable explanation. She had worked the case. Eddie's case. Catherine should be affected; she should need comforting, yes?
No matter how she tried, the reasoning wasn't working. It didn't stop the burning in her heart. It didn't stop the tears that threatened to spill over. She turned and ran. The scene before her was too painful to watch. Her tears blinded her as she ran down the hall, running into Nick.
"Hey slow down,"
It was only then did he see the sorrow written so clearly on her face.
"Hey honey, what's wrong?"
"Leave me alone," she screamed, running past him.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Warrick, as he passed Nick.
Nick only shrugged and walked away to find Grissom. Grissom would know what was wrong. Hell, Grissom always knew what was wrong, even if he didn't know what to do about it.