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Sara glared at Grissom. 'How could he be so rude?' she thought to herself. He was still looking at Dom, still looking for his answer. Sara shifted her gaze from her boss, to the man next to her. Dom was staring straight back at Grissom, masking his emotions well. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence.
When Dom didn't answer right away, Grissom sat back in his chair, smiling, almost proudly. He looked at Dom, in an expectant manner, waiting for the rebuttal. Dom took a breath in.
"Sir—that isn't for you to-" a beeper went off, an aggravating interruption. Grissom glanced at his laying on the desk, Sara shifted her seat to take hers out of its clip, and Dom took his out of a pocket in his briefcase.
"Shit." Sara looked over at Dom. "It's me," he said, somewhat angrily, tossing it back into the belly of the briefcase. He quickly closed it, and snapped the clips down, then stood up. Sara jumped up quickly, Grissom watched her—brow furrowed. 'What could she see in this guy?' he asked himself, as she hugged Dom.
"I'm sorry Sara—but it seems my services are needed somewhere else," he said apologetically, pulling away from her. Sara gave him a confused look. She checked her watch.
"At 3 in the morning?" she asked, looking back up at him. He shrugged, switching the briefcase from his right hand to his left.
"Your job's 24/7; as is mine," he stated, turning towards Grissom. He cleared his throat. "We'll continue this later," he said, extending his hand. Grissom gave a small laugh.
"Perhaps," was all he said, shaking Dom's hand. Dom shook his head, then turned towards the door.
"I'll walk you out," Sara said hurriedly. Dom put his hand up to stop her.
"I'm sure Mr. Henely can find his own way out," Grissom said, shuffling papers around on his desk, then looking back up at the two. Sara shot him a look, and Dom turned his head slowly, giving an impassive stare. Grissom looked at Sara, waiting to see what she would do. She looked back at Dom, who was now looking towards the door. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked back at Sara.
"Yea—it's not that hard, I can find my way," he answered slowly. Sara sighed. Dom gave her a quick smile, then squeezed her arm. "I'll call you later," he whispered. She gave a slight nod, then watched him leave. He quickly strode out the door, cell phone already at his ear.
"He'll be fine Sara," Grissom said, offhandedly. He had returned to the online chess game he had been playing before the interruption. She kept staring through the plate glass window, watching the hallway. Grissom looked up from the screen, and peered over his glasses. "Sara?" He stopped moving the mouse around. She turned quickly around.
"What's wrong with you!?" she asked angrily, glaring at him. He slowly closed the laptop. "What—why—why couldn't you even be civil?" she was mad. He leaned back in his chair, as if trying to get farther away from her. She walked quickly over to his desk, and glared down at him.
"Sara—I was civilized-"
"No you weren't. You didn't even listen to his idea. God, Grissom, why didn't you even give him chance!?" she was pacing in front of his desk now. He didn't answer right away.
"I did listen to his 'idea'-"
"No—you passed judgment on him when he walked through that door," she said darkly, vehemently pointing back towards the closed door.
"Sara, why are you overreacting-"
"What!!!?" She couldn't believe him. "You act like a prick, and you think I'm overreacting?!" She was about to rip her hair out. He frowned up at her.
"Do I need to remind you, that I am your supervisor, and that-"
"No, you don't," she said gruffly, not realizing what he was getting at. She finally stopped pacing. She stared angrily at him. He gave her an apathetic look back.
"Sara, think about what he was asking," he paused letting it sink in. She didn't waiver. "You know well as I do, that we can't have someone tagging along to a crime scene." She thought about that for a moment.
"All he has to do is observe, he wouldn't be in the way. He just has to see how we collect evidence, and how we process it. He wouldn't be in the way," she reiterated. Grissom shook his head slightly.
"How do you know we can trust him?" That made her anger rise. She scoffed.
"Do you even think about what you're going to say before you say it?!" He sighed, rubbing his temples.
"When was the last time you talked to this 'Dom'?" he tried again. That made her pause. "Don't you think that it's weird that he called you out of blue after so many years?" She clenched her jaw. "Sara?" She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. He looked at her, bracing himself. She paused, restraining her anger.
"Fine." He was slightly taken aback. He leaned farther back in his chair.
"Fine?" he didn't know what to make of it. His chair creaked. She stood there a moment, staring straight at him, her gaze never wavering. He was slightly unnerved, he had never seen her this mad. She took a small step backwards.
"Fine," she whispered bitterly. She turned around, and strode towards the door. He watched her go—he couldn move… he couldn't stop her from leaving.
"Sara?" she was at the door. She paused, as if trying not to turn around. He watched her, beckoning with his eyes to make her turn around. She shook her head, and pushed the door open, sniffling back tears. "Sara?" She ignored him, and walked out the door, never looking back at him. "Sara!?" he yelled at her, still trying to get her attention. She continued to walk down the hall, wiping her eyes, trying to mask her tears.
She hurried her step, almost running. She could barely see, with the tears and with the blinding anger seething from her.
Catherine entered the hall, just in time to see Sara exit Grissom's office.
"Back so soon?" she asked jokingly, not realizing that anything was wrong. As Sara got closer, Cath's smile faded. Something was definitely wrong. She reached out to stop Sara from running past her. "Sara?! What's wrong honey?" she was concerned. Sara wiped her eyes, and sniffled. "Sara?" she asked quietly. The younger CSI pushed against her, trying to get away.
"That-that-that man!" she stammered through her tears, pointing back towards Grissom's office. "He's just—UGH," she said pushing Catherine away. Catherine let her go, and watched her has she barged into the empty locker room. She shook her head, and looked towards the other end of the hall. She sighed. This was going to be one helluva night.
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I did a slight rewrite, cuz I though the other one was bad. (I musta been mad at something that day…hmmm)
I'll try to get an update up soon… but no promises. I'm not done with this fic, so there will be an update, unless I get a bunch of "NO's" then I'll just stop.
Have a good day!