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The ride to my apartment was dead silent. The humming of the engine was interrupted only by my voice giving Grissom directions and the soft beeping of the SUV announcing that Grissom was about to turn around a corner. This 'peaceful' ride made me think about the ominous calm that precedes the storm.
When we got there, Grissom killed the engine with a twist of the key. He didn't say anything just sat there with his hands on the steering wheel. We both glanced to the left. There was my apartment. Time to go home. Neither of us attempted to get out of the car.
"This is me", I said. He didn't utter a word. It was dark but the full moon cast a whitish light over his face, it almost didn't look like Grissom.
He let out a long exhausted sigh, and turned his head towards me, his face was serious "Do you think I'm such a bad supervisor?", he asked with sad eyes. The question scattered my thoughts like marbles. I frowned.
"What?", I asked.
A bunch of noisy 20-year-olds staggered across the street, screaming to the night that they had made 500 bucks at a casino and that they didn't care about the 2 thousand they had lost first. What a Bizarre city. With capital B.
His gaze, momentarily distracted by the drunk gamblers, was fixed on me again, "Do you think I'm such a bad supervisor that you can't tell me what is affecting you so much that you were inches away of touching a key piece of evidence with your bare hands?"
Wow, that was a long question. The answer was even longer. I scanned his face before addressing his question, he seemed hurt although I couldn't figure out why.
"You never share anything with me, or with anybody else for that matter. Why would I share anything with you? From my point of view you don't portray the open-up-to-me-tell-me-your-problems kind of person or supervisor", I closed my eyes for a second, while I rubbed my temples and then added, "I'm sorry, that came out a bit harsher than I'd intended."
The car fell silent. I could tell he was trying to digest my blunt words. Suddenly, the unexpected happened, he smiled. Gradually his smile transformed into a grin. Grissom grinning? Wow. I might as well go to my apartment make a note in my calendar and call it a day.
"What---Why are you grinning?", I asked quizzically. I found myself smiling too. I couldn't help it, people didn't have to do much to make me smile, even now.
He lifted his right hand, his index finger pointing at me "I knew", he started, "from the first day we met that you were going to give me headaches." He was still smiling.
It had been on one of his seminars. See? Teacher, student that's the way it had all started. I remembered he was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt, I didn't remember the tie though.
Anyway, it had been really hot that day and the fact that the room was packed with people hadn't helped. We were all melting in our seats, during the first 20 minutes Grissom had lost his jacket and his tie. Grissom's striptease produced lustful sighs through out the room coming from the female audience (me included). He started to ask questions, he was trying to make a point or something, I knew the first one so I raised my hand. I answered correctly. He was fanning his face with a piece of paper when he asked another question, I answered it again. He asked again and everyone laughed when I raised my hand, yet again. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to replace him at this lecture while he took a shower. I couldn't believe so much had happened since then.
"I'm sorry", I apologized shyly, "If it makes you feel better, you've given me a few headaches too." That drew another smile.
Without warning, he did the unthinkable. I didn't think my heart, no matter how young and healthy, could take another surprise. Yet, it did.
"My father never listened to me", this could not be happening, "He always had more important things to do than to listen to me. When I was eight I doubted he even knew my name", his tone wasn't of self-pity in fact he was talking as if he really hadn't cared much. Of course one can get really good at lying to oneself. I guessed Grissom had had enough practice to master that self-destructing ability.
"I'm sorry", I whispered, still mystified by Grissom's behavior.
"Don't be, I had a wonderful mom. I was always trying to please my father, though. I don't know why, he didn't deserve it." We had more things in common that I thought. "He liked science so I used to read science magazines just to see if anything would make him say more than three words to me", he was gazing at the street, "'Dad, did you know that there are two hundred and thirty three zillion trees on Earth?", we laughed, "I think I really asked him that once."
"Did it work?", I asked. I had turned 90 degrees on the passenger seat and I was resting my back on the car's door. I had forgotten that we were still inside his car.
He shook his head. "No, he was too engrossed in his own problems." He folded his arms across his chest and glanced at me, it was my turn now. I felt trapped.
"I have to go", I turned around to open the door but I stopped when I heard the familiar click. He'd locked the doors. Smart Grissom, very smart.
I bit my lower lip, the boss was determined "You're not going to let me out unless I tell you what's going on, right?"
He shook his head again "No, I won't." He could be so charming when he wanted. Maybe I had misjudged him earlier.
"Would you let me out if I say we continue this conversation in my apartment?"
For the record, I wasn't thinking about sex, that didn't even crossed my mind, I was way too tired.
He pondered my offer for few moments probably thinking that if he wanted to have a serious talk with me it would have to be in a place where I felt safe.
Click. The doors were unlocked.
TBC…
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The ride to my apartment was dead silent. The humming of the engine was interrupted only by my voice giving Grissom directions and the soft beeping of the SUV announcing that Grissom was about to turn around a corner. This 'peaceful' ride made me think about the ominous calm that precedes the storm.
When we got there, Grissom killed the engine with a twist of the key. He didn't say anything just sat there with his hands on the steering wheel. We both glanced to the left. There was my apartment. Time to go home. Neither of us attempted to get out of the car.
"This is me", I said. He didn't utter a word. It was dark but the full moon cast a whitish light over his face, it almost didn't look like Grissom.
He let out a long exhausted sigh, and turned his head towards me, his face was serious "Do you think I'm such a bad supervisor?", he asked with sad eyes. The question scattered my thoughts like marbles. I frowned.
"What?", I asked.
A bunch of noisy 20-year-olds staggered across the street, screaming to the night that they had made 500 bucks at a casino and that they didn't care about the 2 thousand they had lost first. What a Bizarre city. With capital B.
His gaze, momentarily distracted by the drunk gamblers, was fixed on me again, "Do you think I'm such a bad supervisor that you can't tell me what is affecting you so much that you were inches away of touching a key piece of evidence with your bare hands?"
Wow, that was a long question. The answer was even longer. I scanned his face before addressing his question, he seemed hurt although I couldn't figure out why.
"You never share anything with me, or with anybody else for that matter. Why would I share anything with you? From my point of view you don't portray the open-up-to-me-tell-me-your-problems kind of person or supervisor", I closed my eyes for a second, while I rubbed my temples and then added, "I'm sorry, that came out a bit harsher than I'd intended."
The car fell silent. I could tell he was trying to digest my blunt words. Suddenly, the unexpected happened, he smiled. Gradually his smile transformed into a grin. Grissom grinning? Wow. I might as well go to my apartment make a note in my calendar and call it a day.
"What---Why are you grinning?", I asked quizzically. I found myself smiling too. I couldn't help it, people didn't have to do much to make me smile, even now.
He lifted his right hand, his index finger pointing at me "I knew", he started, "from the first day we met that you were going to give me headaches." He was still smiling.
It had been on one of his seminars. See? Teacher, student that's the way it had all started. I remembered he was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt, I didn't remember the tie though.
Anyway, it had been really hot that day and the fact that the room was packed with people hadn't helped. We were all melting in our seats, during the first 20 minutes Grissom had lost his jacket and his tie. Grissom's striptease produced lustful sighs through out the room coming from the female audience (me included). He started to ask questions, he was trying to make a point or something, I knew the first one so I raised my hand. I answered correctly. He was fanning his face with a piece of paper when he asked another question, I answered it again. He asked again and everyone laughed when I raised my hand, yet again. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to replace him at this lecture while he took a shower. I couldn't believe so much had happened since then.
"I'm sorry", I apologized shyly, "If it makes you feel better, you've given me a few headaches too." That drew another smile.
Without warning, he did the unthinkable. I didn't think my heart, no matter how young and healthy, could take another surprise. Yet, it did.
"My father never listened to me", this could not be happening, "He always had more important things to do than to listen to me. When I was eight I doubted he even knew my name", his tone wasn't of self-pity in fact he was talking as if he really hadn't cared much. Of course one can get really good at lying to oneself. I guessed Grissom had had enough practice to master that self-destructing ability.
"I'm sorry", I whispered, still mystified by Grissom's behavior.
"Don't be, I had a wonderful mom. I was always trying to please my father, though. I don't know why, he didn't deserve it." We had more things in common that I thought. "He liked science so I used to read science magazines just to see if anything would make him say more than three words to me", he was gazing at the street, "'Dad, did you know that there are two hundred and thirty three zillion trees on Earth?", we laughed, "I think I really asked him that once."
"Did it work?", I asked. I had turned 90 degrees on the passenger seat and I was resting my back on the car's door. I had forgotten that we were still inside his car.
He shook his head. "No, he was too engrossed in his own problems." He folded his arms across his chest and glanced at me, it was my turn now. I felt trapped.
"I have to go", I turned around to open the door but I stopped when I heard the familiar click. He'd locked the doors. Smart Grissom, very smart.
I bit my lower lip, the boss was determined "You're not going to let me out unless I tell you what's going on, right?"
He shook his head again "No, I won't." He could be so charming when he wanted. Maybe I had misjudged him earlier.
"Would you let me out if I say we continue this conversation in my apartment?"
For the record, I wasn't thinking about sex, that didn't even crossed my mind, I was way too tired.
He pondered my offer for few moments probably thinking that if he wanted to have a serious talk with me it would have to be in a place where I felt safe.
Click. The doors were unlocked.
TBC…