Torn
By: Manigault
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Really.
Note: A few small changes. Also, I took liberties with the chip and fingerprints, I know.
Trace Lab
5: 45pm
Sara had not drawn any strange looks when she arrived forty five- minutes ago, and nobody asked questions as she dove into a project. She had looked for Ecklie's team as she made a beeline towards the trace lab, but luckily or not so luckily, she couldn't decide, she saw not one of them. Pulling off the most prominent fingerprints she was about to move to the next step when Greg popped into the room.
"Sara!" Greg shouted with happiness transforming his boyish face. "Fancy seeing you here at…" He looked at his watch less arm and grinned. "Five forty-five in the afternoon."
"Greg." Sara used the interruption as a break to stretch her back. "What brings you in earlier than usual?"
Greg walked to the door, closed it, and then walked back around until he stood beside her. "Business." He said with a serious expression. "Not mine, though." He grinned and pointed towards the chip. "Been gambling?"
"No, Greg." Sara narrowed her eyes. "What business are you referring? I'm assuming that it's important or you wouldn't have closed the door."
"The rumor is that you are very interested in the Monroe investigation. Or should I say the Thompson investigation."
Interest lit Sara's eyes, making Greg smile wider. "Are you interested in what the search warranted?" He laughed at his choice of words, and then glanced at the now closed door. "No, seriously, are you curious?"
"Spill it, Greg." Sara snapped, adding more softly. "Please."
Nonplused by her reaction, Greg leaned forward in a conspiratorial way and then said. "Mallory Simmons claims that she met Bryant Thompson when she married his dad seventeen years ago. She didn't know Bryant very well, but he did show up on their door step one day and demand to speak with his dad, who he hadn't seen in years. Appears he tracked him down when the old man remarried. They hit it off, but the twin, Byrnna, wouldn't have anything to do with the old man. Mallory never met her." Greg rolled his eyes. "This is like a soap opera…"
"Greg."
"Yeah, well, it is." Greg took the opportunity to step closer to Sara. "Bryant appeared in and out of their lives for years and the old man even sent him through medical school."
"Medical school." Sara repeated, then smiled for him to continue.
"He dropped out when he was twenty eight and the dad was furious. Not long after that the sister was found, the dad went nuts and left home. He sent divorce papers in the mail and Mallory hasn't seen him since. He does send birthday cards to the teenage son, Marc."
"Anything else?" It was already a lot to chew on. "Are they trying to locate Dallas Thompson?"
Greg shook his head. "Don't know that. I do know that they are searching for Bryant Thompson. Mallory claims that she hasn't seen him since her wedding."
"They have a picture of him?" Sara asked. "And what about her wedding? Did she see him with Erin?"
"I don't know and I don't know, but I will try to find out." He said with a wink.
Sara treated him with a wide smile, reached out to hug him, then moved back to her prints. "Thanks, Greg, you are one of a kind."
"Thank you." Greg practically bounced out of the room, bumping into Warrick who was reaching for the doorknob.
"What's the hurry?" Warrick spoke to his retreating back, shrugged, then moved into the room to question Sara. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing." Sara paused, her hand hovering over the prints. She wanted to run them through the system, see if any matches would pop out, but not yet, not with Warrick giving her that funny look.
"You okay, Sara?"
"Fine." Sara told him.
"Your day off was good?" Warrick asked with a dubious expression. He squirmed under her gaze, but refused to budge.
"Warrick." Sara said his name on an exasperated sigh, then decided to be honest. "No, I'm not okay." She drummed her fingers on the table top and smiled again. "But I will be once they catch the person who put Erin Monroe in the hospital and took her child. Then maybe I will stop wondering if the killer is out there walking around Las Vegas preying on some other innocent woman."
Warrick nodded. Taking a step closer, he leaned on the counter and spoke gently. "I know that it's difficult to see something like what happened to that woman, but you know how important it is too move on."
"Thanks, Warrick, but I've heard this lecture before and I know what you are saying. I hear you and just to let you know, yes, I have diversions outside of work."
"That isn't…." Warrick grinned. "What kind of diversions?"
"None of your business."
"What isn't Warwick's business?" Nick asked from the doorway.
Sara looked at the two men and felt genuine happiness for a few seconds. With Warrick and Nick around it was almost like having two brothers. "Is it shift time already? Because I thought that it was still early for you, Nick."
"Ha. Ha." Nick waved at the table. "What are you working on? I didn't know we have any cases in progress."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "I'm just helping out the dayshift a little bit."
Warrick and Nick exchanged doubtful looks, but neither pressed her, this time. "We are going to grab some coffee and then check in with Grissom to see what's going on. You coming?" Nick asked.
"Is Grissom here?" Sara would have thought that he would have stopped by to see her when he arrived.
"I saw his car outside." Nick shrugged. He and Warrick told her they would catch her later, leaving her alone with the prints.
tbc
By: Manigault
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Really.
Note: A few small changes. Also, I took liberties with the chip and fingerprints, I know.
Trace Lab
5: 45pm
Sara had not drawn any strange looks when she arrived forty five- minutes ago, and nobody asked questions as she dove into a project. She had looked for Ecklie's team as she made a beeline towards the trace lab, but luckily or not so luckily, she couldn't decide, she saw not one of them. Pulling off the most prominent fingerprints she was about to move to the next step when Greg popped into the room.
"Sara!" Greg shouted with happiness transforming his boyish face. "Fancy seeing you here at…" He looked at his watch less arm and grinned. "Five forty-five in the afternoon."
"Greg." Sara used the interruption as a break to stretch her back. "What brings you in earlier than usual?"
Greg walked to the door, closed it, and then walked back around until he stood beside her. "Business." He said with a serious expression. "Not mine, though." He grinned and pointed towards the chip. "Been gambling?"
"No, Greg." Sara narrowed her eyes. "What business are you referring? I'm assuming that it's important or you wouldn't have closed the door."
"The rumor is that you are very interested in the Monroe investigation. Or should I say the Thompson investigation."
Interest lit Sara's eyes, making Greg smile wider. "Are you interested in what the search warranted?" He laughed at his choice of words, and then glanced at the now closed door. "No, seriously, are you curious?"
"Spill it, Greg." Sara snapped, adding more softly. "Please."
Nonplused by her reaction, Greg leaned forward in a conspiratorial way and then said. "Mallory Simmons claims that she met Bryant Thompson when she married his dad seventeen years ago. She didn't know Bryant very well, but he did show up on their door step one day and demand to speak with his dad, who he hadn't seen in years. Appears he tracked him down when the old man remarried. They hit it off, but the twin, Byrnna, wouldn't have anything to do with the old man. Mallory never met her." Greg rolled his eyes. "This is like a soap opera…"
"Greg."
"Yeah, well, it is." Greg took the opportunity to step closer to Sara. "Bryant appeared in and out of their lives for years and the old man even sent him through medical school."
"Medical school." Sara repeated, then smiled for him to continue.
"He dropped out when he was twenty eight and the dad was furious. Not long after that the sister was found, the dad went nuts and left home. He sent divorce papers in the mail and Mallory hasn't seen him since. He does send birthday cards to the teenage son, Marc."
"Anything else?" It was already a lot to chew on. "Are they trying to locate Dallas Thompson?"
Greg shook his head. "Don't know that. I do know that they are searching for Bryant Thompson. Mallory claims that she hasn't seen him since her wedding."
"They have a picture of him?" Sara asked. "And what about her wedding? Did she see him with Erin?"
"I don't know and I don't know, but I will try to find out." He said with a wink.
Sara treated him with a wide smile, reached out to hug him, then moved back to her prints. "Thanks, Greg, you are one of a kind."
"Thank you." Greg practically bounced out of the room, bumping into Warrick who was reaching for the doorknob.
"What's the hurry?" Warrick spoke to his retreating back, shrugged, then moved into the room to question Sara. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing." Sara paused, her hand hovering over the prints. She wanted to run them through the system, see if any matches would pop out, but not yet, not with Warrick giving her that funny look.
"You okay, Sara?"
"Fine." Sara told him.
"Your day off was good?" Warrick asked with a dubious expression. He squirmed under her gaze, but refused to budge.
"Warrick." Sara said his name on an exasperated sigh, then decided to be honest. "No, I'm not okay." She drummed her fingers on the table top and smiled again. "But I will be once they catch the person who put Erin Monroe in the hospital and took her child. Then maybe I will stop wondering if the killer is out there walking around Las Vegas preying on some other innocent woman."
Warrick nodded. Taking a step closer, he leaned on the counter and spoke gently. "I know that it's difficult to see something like what happened to that woman, but you know how important it is too move on."
"Thanks, Warrick, but I've heard this lecture before and I know what you are saying. I hear you and just to let you know, yes, I have diversions outside of work."
"That isn't…." Warrick grinned. "What kind of diversions?"
"None of your business."
"What isn't Warwick's business?" Nick asked from the doorway.
Sara looked at the two men and felt genuine happiness for a few seconds. With Warrick and Nick around it was almost like having two brothers. "Is it shift time already? Because I thought that it was still early for you, Nick."
"Ha. Ha." Nick waved at the table. "What are you working on? I didn't know we have any cases in progress."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "I'm just helping out the dayshift a little bit."
Warrick and Nick exchanged doubtful looks, but neither pressed her, this time. "We are going to grab some coffee and then check in with Grissom to see what's going on. You coming?" Nick asked.
"Is Grissom here?" Sara would have thought that he would have stopped by to see her when he arrived.
"I saw his car outside." Nick shrugged. He and Warrick told her they would catch her later, leaving her alone with the prints.
tbc