"Sara?" Nick stokes called, peeking his head into the trace
lab.
"Yeah Nicky, right here," Sara responded from behind the computer. Nick walked in and approached her. He looked over her shoulder at the computer screen.
"401A? Again? You work too hard," Nick said with a chuckle.
"Well, some one has to bring these victims justice. You suggest I leave that job to you?" Sara said, swirling around in the desk chair to face Nick. Nick chuckled.
"I guess not. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you we closed the Penna case," Nick said.
"That's good to know. Hey, um… have you seen Gris?" Sara asked.
"Uh, not since I came in, why?" Nick asked, a skeptical look flashing across his face.
"Nothing really, I just figured he might be able to help me identify these prints. They're not in the AFIS database," Sara said, pointing at the fingerprints displayed on the screen.
"I'll find him for you, I have to get back to Ballistics," Nick said before quickly rushing out of the lab.
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"Heard you needed me," Grissom said, entering the Trace lab where Sara sat at the back table, poring over forensics handbooks.
"Oh, only about an hour ago. So glad you've decided to grace me with your presence," Sara snapped, looking up from her books.
"Come on Sara, I have things to do. You of all people should know how busy the lab gets at this hour especially," Grissom said to her. Sara shifted in her chair.
"Yeah, sorry," she said, getting up from her seat. She approached him slowly, and then swung her arms around his neck. Grissom backed away quickly, as if he had just been burned. Sara looked hurt.
"This isn't the time nor the place, Sara," Grissom said, backing still further away from her, towards the exit.
"Don't bullshit me Grissom, what the hell do mean? When is the time? Where is the place? You're never anywhere at anytime other then work!" Sara was now almost screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Sara, calm down, please, this is a place of business…" Grissom said, his voice no more then a whisper.
"Ever since that kiss in the parking lot the other day, all you've done is avoid me!" Sara said, enraged. Her face was now bright red.
"What? You think that initiated some sort of office romance Sara?" Grissom snapped, beginning to raise his voice.
"I'm not asking for an office romance Gris, just some of your time –" Before Sara could finish her sentence, Catherine entered the lab, holding several file folders in her hands. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the enraged looks upon both Sara and Grissom's faces.
"Oh,--- I'm so sorry, I'll come back later.." Catherine said, turning on her heel.
"No, Cath, come on back. Sara and I had just finished our conversation," Grissom said. With that, he turned around and exited the Trace lab.
"Yeah Nicky, right here," Sara responded from behind the computer. Nick walked in and approached her. He looked over her shoulder at the computer screen.
"401A? Again? You work too hard," Nick said with a chuckle.
"Well, some one has to bring these victims justice. You suggest I leave that job to you?" Sara said, swirling around in the desk chair to face Nick. Nick chuckled.
"I guess not. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you we closed the Penna case," Nick said.
"That's good to know. Hey, um… have you seen Gris?" Sara asked.
"Uh, not since I came in, why?" Nick asked, a skeptical look flashing across his face.
"Nothing really, I just figured he might be able to help me identify these prints. They're not in the AFIS database," Sara said, pointing at the fingerprints displayed on the screen.
"I'll find him for you, I have to get back to Ballistics," Nick said before quickly rushing out of the lab.
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"Heard you needed me," Grissom said, entering the Trace lab where Sara sat at the back table, poring over forensics handbooks.
"Oh, only about an hour ago. So glad you've decided to grace me with your presence," Sara snapped, looking up from her books.
"Come on Sara, I have things to do. You of all people should know how busy the lab gets at this hour especially," Grissom said to her. Sara shifted in her chair.
"Yeah, sorry," she said, getting up from her seat. She approached him slowly, and then swung her arms around his neck. Grissom backed away quickly, as if he had just been burned. Sara looked hurt.
"This isn't the time nor the place, Sara," Grissom said, backing still further away from her, towards the exit.
"Don't bullshit me Grissom, what the hell do mean? When is the time? Where is the place? You're never anywhere at anytime other then work!" Sara was now almost screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Sara, calm down, please, this is a place of business…" Grissom said, his voice no more then a whisper.
"Ever since that kiss in the parking lot the other day, all you've done is avoid me!" Sara said, enraged. Her face was now bright red.
"What? You think that initiated some sort of office romance Sara?" Grissom snapped, beginning to raise his voice.
"I'm not asking for an office romance Gris, just some of your time –" Before Sara could finish her sentence, Catherine entered the lab, holding several file folders in her hands. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the enraged looks upon both Sara and Grissom's faces.
"Oh,--- I'm so sorry, I'll come back later.." Catherine said, turning on her heel.
"No, Cath, come on back. Sara and I had just finished our conversation," Grissom said. With that, he turned around and exited the Trace lab.