"Small," Dom remarked looking around Sara's apartment. He lookd towards the living room, then at the kitchen—then at the dark look Sara was giving him.
"But cozy?" He was trying to save face. She shook her head and toosed her bag on to the kitchen table.
"Do you want something to drink?" she asked opening the refrigerator. He was still looking around.
"Dom?"
"Oh-a—got anything with a kick?" he asked rubbing his hands together.
She just stared at him.
"No? Um, water's fine then." His hands dropped down by his side.
He almost didn't react quick enough to the Poland Spring bottle that was hurled at him.
"I'm gonna go change. So just a—sit on the couch and keep yourself busy," she directed him, heading towards the bedroom door. He gave a small smile, and sat down on the couch without a fuss, leaning back for comfort.
After a moment, he put his foot up for comfort, but that proceeded to knock papers and books off the table. He quickly sat up and looked towards her bedroom door, as if expecting her to barge back out and yell at him. Upon seeing no reaction, he quickly ducked down and started to pick up his mess. As he was stacking the papers and books, he came across dark red book—untitled.
He was intrigued.
Running his hand over the cover, he quickly opened to the middle of the text. It was handwritten.
"Today…nothing. AGAIN. Did I read to much into it? No, that's not possible, he knew what he was saying. Is it all a game? Is he capable of playing that game? He makes me so…mad. Why should I even care? Why am I doing this to myself? Dammit. He had to say that. Just when I gave up hope. He had to say that. Beauty. Dammit. Damn you. Damn you G-"
"WHAT are you doing?!!" Dom slammed the book shut, and quickly looked up.
"Nothing. I-I a accidentally knocked over some stuff, and I-I was cleaning it up—You look nice?" She gave him a cold stare.
"Thanks," she didn't even try to hide her sarcasm. She quickly walked over and took the book away from him.
"How much did you read?!" she demanded.
"I-I a have no idea what you're talkinga bout," he swallowed hard. She stared at him.
"Sara—please—I-" She shook her head and turned around.
"Whatever Dom." He didn't say anything.
"Ready?" she asked walking towards the kitchen table; towards her keys.
"Um-yeah?" he was confused, but he shrugged it off, and quickly got out of his chair. She was already out the door. He hastily picked up his briefcase, and quickly strode out the door to catch her.
* * * * * * * * *
"Let me talk to him first," Sara said, killing the engine. Dom remained quiet, he was to busy stacking papers in his briefcase neatly.
"Dom?"
"Ok," he finally answered. He carefully closed the briefcase, and quickly snapped it shut. He cleaned his glasses, then finally jumped out of the car. Sara was leaning against the hood, waiting for him.
"Ready?" she asked, as she headed towards the entrance.
"Of course," he answered saucily.
He checked his watch before he opened the door.
"After you," he gestured inside. Sara smiled at him, then ducked under his arm.
"Grissom should be in his office, but we'll run by the lab first," she noted, checking the lounge as she went by. Dom nodded absentmindedly, looking around at his surroundings.
As they rounded the corner, Sara ducked inside the lab.
"Greg?" she called out. There was silence.
"Greg?" she tried again. She heard a sigh.
"No, Sara, the DNA isn't done yet, I have like fifty samples to go through, plus day shifts' overdue—I need time," Greg Sanders answered exasperated.
"I know. That's not what I'm here for. Have you seen Grissom?" she asked, keeping an eye on Dom.
'Uh, not lately. You'd know more than I would—who's that?" He didn't give Sara time enough to react to his statement.
"Oh-a this is-"
"Dominic Henley," Dom said, sounding slightly smarmy. He looked at Greg, then glanced around the room in awe. Greg raised his eyebrows at Sara. She gave a quick shrug.
"Wow, do you-do you know what all this stuff does?" Dom asked the two.
Silence.
They were to stunned to speak.
Finally, Greg just shook his head in disgust. Sara tried her best to push Dom out the door.
"I'll be back later Greg," she called out as she closed the door. She didn't stick around for a response.
"Don't say anymore, ok?" she ordered him. He gave a shocked look.
"Sara—hon—it's ok. I know what I'm doing," he was trying to reassure her.
"No Dom, actually you don't. Were you always like this?" she asked, as they walked down the hallway.
"Sara, I'm hurt. Really—I am," he was sounding even more ridiculous. Sara put her finger to her lips to shut him up.
He quieted down.
She knocked on one of the doors.
He checked his watch again.
"Now what?!" came an irritated reply from behind the door. Sara smiled to herself and slowly opened the door. The lights were turned on this time, and Grissom was at his desk, staring intently at his laptop.
"Grissom?" she asked tentatively. He looked up, only to realize who it was.
"Sara?"
He checked his watch.
"Why are you back so soon? Greg hasn't gotten anything back," he said, slowly closing his laptop.
"Did something go wrong?"
He was slightly worried.
She didn't answer, choosing rather to walk in and take a seat in front of his desk. He watched her, but then noticed the man standing in the doorway. He looked at Sara, then back up at the man.
"Who's that?!" he asked abruptly.
She seemed to be caught off guard.
"Oh-ah," she waved for Dom to come in.
"Gil Grissom, meet Dominic Henley—an old friend from college."
Dom extended his hand first.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Grissom, Sara's told me a lot about you," he looked expectantly at Grissom. The older man hesitated before shaking hands, then shot Sara a quizzical look. She didn't notice, she seemed interested more in the carpet than them. Grissom looked back up at Dom.
"I don't remember you from Harvard," Grissom stated matter-of-factly. Dom gave a small laugh.
That annoyed Grissom.
"Dom left before you came," Sara pointed out quietly. Grissom tossed her a look, then came back to staring at Dom.
"Why are you here Mr. Henley?" Grissom asked slowly. Dom sat down in the chair adjacent to Sara, tossed his briefcase onto his lap. He quickly unsnapped the clips and shuffled through some of the papers.
"Mr. Henley?" Grissom was getting irritated. He tapped his fingers on his desk.
"Uh-Dom here is in town for some research," Sara jumped. She was trying to avoid trouble. For some reason, this thought amused her. She didn't see Grissom looking at her.
He wondered why she seemed so happy. He bit the inside of his cheek, but then his face fell. She had been gone for three hours…
"Uh, yes Mr. Grissom, as Sara said, I am here, in Vegas, to conduct some research-" Grissom tried to keep his composure as he looked back at Dom.
"What kind of research." It was more a statement than a question.
"I'm getting to that-" Dom was fishing out papers. Grissom sat back, annoyed.
"Ah, here we go."
He handed a packet over to Grissom.
"What's this?" he asked reading the front cover. Dom chuckled.
"Sara tells me that this lab is one of the best in the country-"
"It is, but what does that have to do with this?" Grissom asked sharply, holding up the packet. He didn't like where this conversation was heading.
"Right, let me explain." He motioned for Grissom to calm down.
"Grissom—let him speak. He has a good idea," Sara finally joined the conversation. Grissom took a deep breath, and counted to five.
Sara looked over at Dom, as if telling him to continue.
"Ok. I'm sure Sara has told you that I work in Hollywood-"
"Actually, she's never said anything about you," Grissom deadpanned; a small smirk escaping his lips.
"Right, ok. Anyway, I do work out in Hollywood—for a company that researches new ideas for movies and television," Dom explained. Grissom nodded. Dom took a deep breath, he was finally getting somewhere.
"Anyways, a major television network is looking to create a primetime show that would be based around crime scene investigation."
He paused for effect.
Grissom didn't show any emotion on his face.
Silence.
"Ok." He finally relented. Dom smiled.
"Yea—the show would be based around a few characters, such as yourselves," he gestured to the two.
"And what you guys do when it comes to investigating crimes and such." He clapped his hands together.
Silence.
"So?"
"So, I'm here to study you guys on the job. As in follow you guys to a crime scene, and watch what you do, and how you do it ya know?" Sara watched Grissom as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin.
Silence.
"So what you're telling me, is that you want to "shadow" us to a crime scene-"
"Yes."
"-So you can 'study' what we really do."
"Yes," Dom was getting hopeful.
"And then relay this information back to Hollywood—so they can create a show about it?"
"Yes—they want a show where it would be plot driven. Where we see the crime happen, then watch the 'scientists' come out and gather the evidence, and find the right killer. Granted, they wouldn't succeed all the time—because that-"
"Doesn't happen in real life," Grissom finished for him.
Dom nodded in agreement.
Grissom remained silent.
Sara didn't know what he was thinking.
"What I think you fail to realize Mr. Henley; is that our job is not flashy. It's not showy. If it was—I wouldn't be here," Grissom stated.
Dom thought about that for a moment.
"Well, they already know that-"
"We collect evidence from crime scenes, process it, then prosecute accordingly. There's nothing fancy about that."
"Well—yes, I know that too, but-"
"So."
Grissom was baiting him.
Dom paused, unsure of what was going on.
Sara even looked confused.
"So?" Dom asked; puzzled.
Grissom leaned in, then paused.
"What makes you think anyone would want to watch it." Note: thanx for all the reviews. I think I'm done with this one though. I hoped u liked it