Ah, the pointless chapter from hell.
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"I just don't get it," Nick said. "He's completely infatuated. He's hardly acting like himself."
Warrick gave him a look and shrugged. "The guy's in love, he's whipped. You saw how he peeled out of here as soon as shift was over. Leave him alone."
"Yeah, but this is Gil 'Girls scare me' Grissom," Nick pointed out. "He's not the kind of person who falls in love like that, even if you ignore the whipped status."
"Even science nerds fall in love like that," Catherine interjected. "And think about it. He's with Sara. Of course he's whipped. You think she would be the weak one in a relationship? Uh-uh."
"Ah, hell," Warrick said with a smile. "They're both equally whipped! Ever seen Sara not do something Gris wants?"
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She sat on their brand-new leather couch, studying a forensics magazine, when he came up behind her. He bent down to her level, put his head on her shoulder, and kissed her neck gently. She turned and looked at him, smiled. "Hey, you're late."
"I told you I'd be working a double."
"So, in reality you're very early."
He chuckled. "Right. What are you reading?"
"Uh, it's an article on possible new uses for ninhydrin."
"You can take the criminalist out of the lab, but you can't take the lab out of the criminalist."
"Shut up, Grissom."
"Hey, I know you miss it."
"Yeah." A moment later, her voice cut through the silence. "So, what was so interesting you had to pull a double?"
"Guy killed his wife, but she had a gun in her hand when he stabbed her. Guess what happened next?"
"She shot him," Sara grinned.
"So we thought we had a double murder, sort of, but right when shift was ending, Nick brings in evidence that they had been killed by an outside source. Guess who?"
"Guy's girlfriend?"
"Not exactly."
"Guy's boyfriend."
"Nope."
"Girl's mistress, or mister."
"Close."
"Girl's boyfriend's trained monkey?"
"Girl's boyfriend's boyfriend, who's the husband's trained monkey."
"Wow."
"Yeah," he grinned, moving to sit next to her. Changing the subject, he asked, "What did the doctor say?"
She exhaled. "She said I could go back when I'm ready, that I'm mostly healed."
"It'd be desk duty only, you know that, right?"
She looked over at him and smiled sadly. "I know, but I'm not ready yet."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Gris, I can't even walk to the kitchen from here without getting exhausted, let alone walk a scene or do paperwork all night. I'm not ready."
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"I just don't get it," Nick said. "He's completely infatuated. He's hardly acting like himself."
Warrick gave him a look and shrugged. "The guy's in love, he's whipped. You saw how he peeled out of here as soon as shift was over. Leave him alone."
"Yeah, but this is Gil 'Girls scare me' Grissom," Nick pointed out. "He's not the kind of person who falls in love like that, even if you ignore the whipped status."
"Even science nerds fall in love like that," Catherine interjected. "And think about it. He's with Sara. Of course he's whipped. You think she would be the weak one in a relationship? Uh-uh."
"Ah, hell," Warrick said with a smile. "They're both equally whipped! Ever seen Sara not do something Gris wants?"
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She sat on their brand-new leather couch, studying a forensics magazine, when he came up behind her. He bent down to her level, put his head on her shoulder, and kissed her neck gently. She turned and looked at him, smiled. "Hey, you're late."
"I told you I'd be working a double."
"So, in reality you're very early."
He chuckled. "Right. What are you reading?"
"Uh, it's an article on possible new uses for ninhydrin."
"You can take the criminalist out of the lab, but you can't take the lab out of the criminalist."
"Shut up, Grissom."
"Hey, I know you miss it."
"Yeah." A moment later, her voice cut through the silence. "So, what was so interesting you had to pull a double?"
"Guy killed his wife, but she had a gun in her hand when he stabbed her. Guess what happened next?"
"She shot him," Sara grinned.
"So we thought we had a double murder, sort of, but right when shift was ending, Nick brings in evidence that they had been killed by an outside source. Guess who?"
"Guy's girlfriend?"
"Not exactly."
"Guy's boyfriend."
"Nope."
"Girl's mistress, or mister."
"Close."
"Girl's boyfriend's trained monkey?"
"Girl's boyfriend's boyfriend, who's the husband's trained monkey."
"Wow."
"Yeah," he grinned, moving to sit next to her. Changing the subject, he asked, "What did the doctor say?"
She exhaled. "She said I could go back when I'm ready, that I'm mostly healed."
"It'd be desk duty only, you know that, right?"
She looked over at him and smiled sadly. "I know, but I'm not ready yet."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Gris, I can't even walk to the kitchen from here without getting exhausted, let alone walk a scene or do paperwork all night. I'm not ready."
