Note: I got the idea for this when I was checkin' out www.grissomandsara.com (coolio site by the way)… and I was listening to the sound bites. I came across the scene from "Sex Lies and Larvae", and I realized there was a big gap between Sara's "Do you want to sleep with me" and Grissom's "Did you say what I think you said?"…
So a dimly lighted light bulb went off over my head; and I decided, 'Hey! I should fill in the blanks'. So here's my version of what went through his mind during that looooong pause. (I named the fic 8 seconds cuz that's how long it took him to respond)
(his thoughts are italicized)
Enjoy!
"You don't crunch evidence to fit a theory," I reminded her. She paused, biting her lip.
"What if you hear the victim's screams," her voice was wavering. "In a car—at the store." I looked at her, I was slightly concerned.
"You have empathy for her, Sara," I reasoned. "You want someone to pay for what was done to her—that's normal." She didn't seem to like that answer—her brow furrowed. I couldn't tell what she was looking for—what she wanted me to say.
"You want to sleep with me?" Blink. I feel my jaw drop.
What did she just say?? What the-who—what? Whoa. Did I miss something? No—no I was listening this time. That can't be right—did I hear her right? No-no that couldn't be it.
I blink. She's watching me.
Ok… maybe it is.
Well, how—how am I supposed to answer that?
Yes?
No?
Not right now?—Yea Gil—that'll go over well. Real well.
She's still watching me.
Am I taking too long? Is she trying to get me to admit something?
Is there anything to admit?
I-don't—ok maybe. But that's not the point. This is Sara! I don't even know if she feels the same way.
But she's the one who asked the question.
Good point.
So…would I?
Could I even?
Of course I can… jeez man get a hold of yourself! Ok-ok.
Well—should I?
Therein lies the problem.
Could I get fired for this? Is it worth the risk? Would I want to take that risk?
Good question.
Well… do I? I-I honestly don't know. This is-this is Sara here—not some random female. This is Sara—the same Sara from Boston, the same Sara from San Francisco. The same Sara I asked to come work for me here in Las Vegas. This is Sara for god's sake!
So the answer should be easy then. 'No.' All I have to say is—No. 'No.'
But I can't.
I can't say it.
I can't.
~FIN~
Hoped that made sense… that's kinda how I think… thoughts all over the place… Well I hoped you liked it. Have a good day (or night)!!