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He blinked. The world was still out of focus.
"Sara—the reason I-"
A cell phone went off. Neither of them moved. She continued to stare at him, waiting to see what he would do. He didn't move. The cell phone continued to ring. She sighed.
"You should probably answer that." He nodded, the muscles around his jaw relaxed. He inhaled deeply.
"Ye-a." He reached down and pulled the phone out of its clip. She looked away, biting her nail. She had started to relax—then that damn phone rang. She closed her eyes in frustration; clamping down on her already stubbed finger nail. She was this close—this close to getting an answer out of him.
"Grissom." He answered slowly, still looking at her. She avoided his gaze; instead, choosing rather to look at the far wall. "Uh-huh, Saturday. That's right," he stood up and walked behind his desk and sat down. She switched nails. "Yea-Yes that'll be fine," he paused. "No-it's fine," he sounded irritated. "Yea-ok. I'll be there—bye," he hung up and tossed the phone on his desk. She still didn't look at him. He didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Who was that?" she finally asked, turning to look at him. He leaned back in his chair. He paused.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here—here to Vegas?" he asked, hands clasped in front of him. She seemed confused by the sudden change in topic, but she quickly recovered.
"Because…"
"You were the smartest, you were the brightest. You came highly recommended. I thought you were the best person for the team." She didn't respond right away—leaving a moment to see if he would continue. He did not. She sighed angrily. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. She took a moment before answering; she had to calm herself down.
"For the team huh—I've heard this all before," she answered firmly. He sighed. She stood up, and straightened herself out.
"Sara—what more do you want?" he was getting slightly irritated now. She became quiet. "I don't know what explanation I can give y-"
"Why me, Grissom?" he twitched. "Why me?"
"I've already told you the answer to tha-"
"Yea—I was the smartest; the best—whatever. Why me?" He didn't seem to be getting the point. She gripped the back of the chair.
"Why you." He pursed his lips together.
"Yes. Why me? Out of everybody that you know, everybody you've been associated with—why me?" She glared at him. He shifted uneasily, pausing.
"You came highly recomen-"
"Ugh," she was aggravated now. She turned to face the doorway again. He tapped his fingers on the desk.
"I think perhaps that you're forgetting the point of this discus-" She threw her hands up in disgust, turning quickly around.
"What!?! Why are you changing the subj-"
"It needs to be addressed," he said slowly. She closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.
"Forget about Dom. Grissom, why can't you answer my question!?" She was glowering. He thought about that for a moment.
"Are you questioning my judgment?"
"What?!" he was confusing her. "Do you realize that you are not making any sense whatsoever?" He raised an eyebrow.
"We came in here—to discuss this situation with your friend 'Dom'," he said matter-of-factly. She silently screamed.
"First of all—there is no situation with 'Dom', and second of all-"
"I think there is," he answered leaning forward.
"What—No! Grissom, we were talking about me, ok?! ME," she pointed to herself. "Not Dom, not the case, ME." He seemed surprised at her boldness. "Why did you choose me?" He took a deep breath in. She ran her hand through her hair—this conversation wasn't getting her anywhere.
"I chose you because you did come highly recommended," he said quietly. "I chose you—because—I trusted; trust you," she didn't reply, but her hand fell down by her side. "I chose you—because out of all the people I've met; I've remembered you the most," he was looking at her now. "I chose you—because I wanted too."
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"I wonder what's taking them so long," Dom thought aloud, checking his watch. He drummed his fingers on the table top.
"Grissom and Sara? Who knows," Cath replied reading a magazine. She looked up.
"Why? Gotta hot date?"
He laughed.
"Sure why not." He was patronizing her.
She smirked.
Silence.
"Yea so you and Sara…ya know… Ever—?" Dom gave her a wide eyed look.
"Have we ever?!," he shook his head in disbelief. "You should be ashamed of yourself," he replied indignantly but he was trying to hold back a smile. He leaned on the table. She looked expectantly at him. He gave a questioning stare back.
"So?"
"A gentleman never tells." She laughed
"So what's your excuse?" He found that funny.
"Good one; good one. Yea—no we were just friends," he replied yawning. She looked at him.
"Am I boring you?"
"No not at all," he shook his head. "I'm a-just tired. Long night," he yawned again, this time stretching.
"Yea I hear ya," she made a face. "Where'd you stay?" He paused before answering.
"I don't remember the name."
"Uh-huh." She gave him a wary eye.
He made a face.
"What?!"
She shrugged. Remaining silent.
He stared at her.
Silence.
"Sara's." He mumbled.
She rolled her eyes.
"Just friends huh."
"Yes—just friends. Nothing happened." He was getting defensive. "I just needed a place to stay," he explained.
"Why not a hotel?"
"Why ask so many questions?"
"Start answering some of them and I won't ask so many," she shot back.
He sighed.
"Why stay at a hotel when you can have a free place?" She thought about that for a moment.
"I thought you made a lot of money anyways, what's a few bucks for a nice room?"
He shook his head.
"A few bucks huh? You don't stay rich by spending every penny you've got. You have to know how to take care of your cash, how to keep it, and how to spend it wisely," he explained. "Like me. Why waste thousands of dollars on a hotel suite, when you can room for free?"
"Why waste thousands of dollars on a suite when you can pay regular price for a regular room?" she retorted.
"Bah—don't even bother then. It's not worth it," he took a drink of his Coke. She was silent for a few minutes.
"So just friends huh?" he rolled his eyes.
"Yes—just friends. Haven't we already established that?"
"So there was never anything going on between you two?" she put her magazine down, she wasn't reading it. He shook his head.
"Nope. Nada. Nothing. Ever," he picked up the magazine she tossed away. She looked around the room. He flipped a page. They were silent, him reading, her trying to look preoccupied. He sighed.
"That's not to say I wish it didn't though."
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