Title: Fear
Author: Survivor
Rating: PG still.but keep checking
Walking into the lab the several weeks later, Sara stops by Grissom's office on the way to the break room. Stepping in front of his desk, Sara stares at the older man, who is engrossed in a journal and is either ignoring her or isn't aware she is standing there. Watching him silently for a moment, Sara realizes how much she truly cares for this man. She wouldn't call it love, not yet. On the other hand, for what other reason do you move one state over, leaving your job and your life when one person calls and asks. She wouldn't have done it for anyone else, not even her parents. Maybe that is love, she thinks and decides to leave the discussion with herself for later.
Clearing her throat, Sara is rewarded by Grissom looking at her and smiling. "Hey boss. Anything good tonight?" she says and tries not to smile. Sara gets no small amount of joy from ribbing Grissom about his supervisor status over her; calling him boss is just one of the ways she does. He rank above her is a serious problem for their personal relationship, but she just can't help herself sometimes.
Raising one eyebrow at her, Grissom chooses to ignore the joke, "You will find out along with everyone else. Get everyone in the break room, will you?"
"Sure." She smiles at him and heads out the door, but Grissom's voice calls her back.
"Oh and Sara? You call me that again and you'll get stuck working all the easy cases. Are we clear?" While the serious expression on his face remains, Sara can see the smile hiding in his eyes.
"Yeah. Perfectly clear, Grissom." She emphasizes the 'Grissom' and leaves to gather the rest of the team.
Arriving at the break room, Grissom dispenses with the niceties. The criminals of Las Vegas have decided to come out of the woodwork and keep the team busy for the night.
"Okay We're going to be stretched a little thin tonight. We have three minors and one homicide. So Catherine, Warrick, and Nick you each get one of the minors." Handing out the slips, Grissom gets a strange look from Catherine when he gets to her. "Sara and I will take the homicide. Cath, when you are done with yours, please join us. That's it guys, let's get to it." he says and leaves the room after looking at Sara and having a conversation without even speaking to her.
"You know Sara, that just keeps getting weirder." Nick says and shakes his head.
"What gets weirder?" She looks at him with an annoyed expression.
"That thing you do with Grissom. You two have an entire conversation without even talking to each other. It's a little weird." he says with a smile. The entire team has become aware of the increasingly close relationship between the two.
Staring at the man she considers the younger brother she never had, despite the fact he is four weeks older than her, Sara considers what he said. She never really noticed that they did it. With Grissom everything just came so easily to her; they worked well together.
"I.I don't know what to tell you Nicky. Why don't you just go to your." Looking down and reading his assignment in mere seconds upside down, Sara continues, ".robbery at the Monte Carlo, and not worry about it." She finishes with a smile and leaves to collect her kit and jacket.
Nick turns to the others with an astonished look on his face. Turning the sheet around and reading it as Sara did, Nick scrunches his nose in annoyance, "How did she do that? It looks like gibberish upside down."
"Man, I have long since stopped trying to figure her out." Warrick smiles at Nick and pats his back on the way out, trying hard along with Catherine not to laugh at their younger counterpart.
Grabbing her field kit and light jacket, Sara meets Grissom out at the Tahoe. He is talking on the phone to someone but as soon as he sees her, quickly ends the call and closes the cell.
"Something interesting?" she asks, indicating the call.
"Nope. Just Eck reminding me about some paperwork" He gets into the drivers side of the vehicle, waiting for her to get in and close the door before starting it. Before he can put it in gear, however, a warm hand on his wrist stops him. After several seconds she speaks.
"Hmmm. you talked to Ecklie and your blood pressure didn't go up. You're getting better at dealing with him I see," she says and lets her fingers linger on his arm before removing them and fastening her seatbelt.
"Yeah. Something like that." He pulls the Tahoe out of the lot.
The ride to the crime scene is spent in almost complete, though comfortable, silence. Grissom has been debating asking her something all day, but isn't sure how to approach her about it. Looking over at her, Grissom is rewarded with a smile that reveals the gap between Sara's front teeth. "The direct approach is probably best." he thinks and before he can rethink himself, does just that.
"I want to take you somewhere." he says quickly.
"You are taking me somewhere Grissom. To a crime scene." She looks at him, honestly confused at his statement.
"No. I mean, off hours. We both have a long weekend starting on the 2nd. I thought we could go somewhere. You haven't been on a vacation since you came to Vegas, and I thought you could use one."
Stunned, Sara initially doesn't know what to say. This is a side of Grissom that is new to her, but it's a good side. "Grissom, wow. I would love to go...where are we going?"
"Let's leave that a surprise. I'll let you know what to pack." He smiles at her before turning back to the road.
"A surprise? Well, sure. I would love to." She looks at him again but is only met by his profile. She thought she knew everything about Gil Grissom; apparently she was wrong.
Arriving at the crime scene, Sara looks around at the crowd of bystanders. "Man, there are a lot of people here already. What's going on? This is just a homicide, right?"
"Yeah, I don't know," Grissom says, also wondering about the unusual amount of people. While this is a high priced section of Summerland, he didn't think anyone of any fame lived here.
Getting out of the vehicle, Grissom and Sara find Brass and inquire about the gathering.
"Well, as it turns out, you two got a popular case. The deceased are Mr. and Mrs. Jack and Leighanne Malloy, presidents of the homeowners association. Their daughter Annaliese came home from a date and found them; the father in the upstairs hallway and the mother in bed."
"Okay Sara, you talk to the daughter now, the best memories are fresh. I'll start the walk through." Getting a nod from Sara, Grissom enters the house.
Sara walks over to the girl that by her estimation is maybe 15 or 16. She can't imagine coming home and finding both her parents dead. While Sara doesn't have much of a relationship with her parents, at least she still has them. Sara sits next to her on the curb in front of the house.
"Annaliese? Hi, my name is Sara Sidle. I'm with the crime lab. I realize this is hard for you, but can you tell me what happened?"
"I came home from my date. I was only gone maybe two and a half hours, that's all. I walked in the door and called to my Dad; he is usually up late, night owl. When he wasn't downstairs, I walked up and found him in the hallway. I.I didn't know what to do, so I ran into his study and called 911. I couldn't save him, I didn't know CPR, I didn't do anything." By now the girl is shaking violently and Sara recognizes the early stages of shock. Calling over to a paramedic, Sara gets the girl a blanket and wraps her in it. Sara wraps her arms around the girl's slim shoulders and rubs her arms. When the shaking doesn't stop, Sara carefully guides Annaliese over to the ambulance to be checked out.
"You did the best thing, Annaliese. It will be okay. I will find who did this. Ok?" She is ready to cry from the anguish on the girl's face, and receiving a small nod, Sara smiles and turns away. Leaving the girl with the EMS worker, Sara goes in search of Grissom; she is determined to fulfill her promise.
He watches her comfort the young woman and smiles with pride. In his mind, he places Sara Sidle on a pedestal far above anyone else. She is the ultimate woman and can do no wrong in his eyes, and once she meets him, she will be his.
Just over an hour later they emerge from the house, laden with bags of collected evidence. Sara walks in front of Grissom and carefully places her bags in the boxes at the back of the Tahoe. Helping Grissom with his, Sara doesn't hear the small voice calling out to her until one of the officers hollers at her.
"Hey Sidle. The young lady wants to talk to you."
"Thanks." She smiles at the officer as she walks past him to the back of the ambulance where Annaliese is still sitting.
Sidle, her last name is Sidle. Sara Sidle, what a beautiful name.
"Why haven't they taken you to the hospital yet?" she asks tersely, looking at the EMT as she says it. Looking at the girl, Sara notices that she seems to be better, not shaking, and she has sloughed off the blanket.
"I don't want to go yet. Plus there have been all kinds of questions from the police. But I forgot to tell them something. The front door was locked when I came home, which is odd cause usually Daddy leaves the door unlocked if I'm out."
"Okay, thanks Annaliese, that helps a lot. Will you go to the hospital so they can check you out now please?" Sara asks, concern for the young woman evident on her face.
"Yes. Thank you Miss Sidle." She follows the EMT into the ambulance. Banging on the doors, Sara indicates they are secure and the driver pulls away, giving her a clearer view of the crowd that has gathered. Sighing, Sara starts to walk back to the Tahoe and Grissom. Reaching her destination, she gets into the vehicle and looks at Grissom in the driver's seat.
"That poor girl. I hate these kind of cases," she says. Grissom touches her bare upper arm and lightly rubs, giving her reassurance without saying a word. She smiles at him and rests her head on the headrest, closing her eyes briefly to focus on the evidence that they had collected and not the emotions that are threatening to take over.
He watches her leave and smiles broadly to himself. Watching her comfort that girl made him even surer that Sara Sidle is the one for him. Her compassion for the victim makes him love her even more, though they have never met. He is planning on changing that soon. As one of the officers who had been watching the perimeter walks by he gets the man's attention.
"Excuse me. The crime scene people? Where is their office?" he asks innocently.
The officer regards him for a moment but sees no harm done in telling him; it's a matter of public record anyway. "They share a building with the PD. The Forensics lab is in the back."
"Okay. Thank you." He walks off, debating how to introduce himself to the love of his life.
tbc....
Author: Survivor
Rating: PG still.but keep checking
Walking into the lab the several weeks later, Sara stops by Grissom's office on the way to the break room. Stepping in front of his desk, Sara stares at the older man, who is engrossed in a journal and is either ignoring her or isn't aware she is standing there. Watching him silently for a moment, Sara realizes how much she truly cares for this man. She wouldn't call it love, not yet. On the other hand, for what other reason do you move one state over, leaving your job and your life when one person calls and asks. She wouldn't have done it for anyone else, not even her parents. Maybe that is love, she thinks and decides to leave the discussion with herself for later.
Clearing her throat, Sara is rewarded by Grissom looking at her and smiling. "Hey boss. Anything good tonight?" she says and tries not to smile. Sara gets no small amount of joy from ribbing Grissom about his supervisor status over her; calling him boss is just one of the ways she does. He rank above her is a serious problem for their personal relationship, but she just can't help herself sometimes.
Raising one eyebrow at her, Grissom chooses to ignore the joke, "You will find out along with everyone else. Get everyone in the break room, will you?"
"Sure." She smiles at him and heads out the door, but Grissom's voice calls her back.
"Oh and Sara? You call me that again and you'll get stuck working all the easy cases. Are we clear?" While the serious expression on his face remains, Sara can see the smile hiding in his eyes.
"Yeah. Perfectly clear, Grissom." She emphasizes the 'Grissom' and leaves to gather the rest of the team.
Arriving at the break room, Grissom dispenses with the niceties. The criminals of Las Vegas have decided to come out of the woodwork and keep the team busy for the night.
"Okay We're going to be stretched a little thin tonight. We have three minors and one homicide. So Catherine, Warrick, and Nick you each get one of the minors." Handing out the slips, Grissom gets a strange look from Catherine when he gets to her. "Sara and I will take the homicide. Cath, when you are done with yours, please join us. That's it guys, let's get to it." he says and leaves the room after looking at Sara and having a conversation without even speaking to her.
"You know Sara, that just keeps getting weirder." Nick says and shakes his head.
"What gets weirder?" She looks at him with an annoyed expression.
"That thing you do with Grissom. You two have an entire conversation without even talking to each other. It's a little weird." he says with a smile. The entire team has become aware of the increasingly close relationship between the two.
Staring at the man she considers the younger brother she never had, despite the fact he is four weeks older than her, Sara considers what he said. She never really noticed that they did it. With Grissom everything just came so easily to her; they worked well together.
"I.I don't know what to tell you Nicky. Why don't you just go to your." Looking down and reading his assignment in mere seconds upside down, Sara continues, ".robbery at the Monte Carlo, and not worry about it." She finishes with a smile and leaves to collect her kit and jacket.
Nick turns to the others with an astonished look on his face. Turning the sheet around and reading it as Sara did, Nick scrunches his nose in annoyance, "How did she do that? It looks like gibberish upside down."
"Man, I have long since stopped trying to figure her out." Warrick smiles at Nick and pats his back on the way out, trying hard along with Catherine not to laugh at their younger counterpart.
Grabbing her field kit and light jacket, Sara meets Grissom out at the Tahoe. He is talking on the phone to someone but as soon as he sees her, quickly ends the call and closes the cell.
"Something interesting?" she asks, indicating the call.
"Nope. Just Eck reminding me about some paperwork" He gets into the drivers side of the vehicle, waiting for her to get in and close the door before starting it. Before he can put it in gear, however, a warm hand on his wrist stops him. After several seconds she speaks.
"Hmmm. you talked to Ecklie and your blood pressure didn't go up. You're getting better at dealing with him I see," she says and lets her fingers linger on his arm before removing them and fastening her seatbelt.
"Yeah. Something like that." He pulls the Tahoe out of the lot.
The ride to the crime scene is spent in almost complete, though comfortable, silence. Grissom has been debating asking her something all day, but isn't sure how to approach her about it. Looking over at her, Grissom is rewarded with a smile that reveals the gap between Sara's front teeth. "The direct approach is probably best." he thinks and before he can rethink himself, does just that.
"I want to take you somewhere." he says quickly.
"You are taking me somewhere Grissom. To a crime scene." She looks at him, honestly confused at his statement.
"No. I mean, off hours. We both have a long weekend starting on the 2nd. I thought we could go somewhere. You haven't been on a vacation since you came to Vegas, and I thought you could use one."
Stunned, Sara initially doesn't know what to say. This is a side of Grissom that is new to her, but it's a good side. "Grissom, wow. I would love to go...where are we going?"
"Let's leave that a surprise. I'll let you know what to pack." He smiles at her before turning back to the road.
"A surprise? Well, sure. I would love to." She looks at him again but is only met by his profile. She thought she knew everything about Gil Grissom; apparently she was wrong.
Arriving at the crime scene, Sara looks around at the crowd of bystanders. "Man, there are a lot of people here already. What's going on? This is just a homicide, right?"
"Yeah, I don't know," Grissom says, also wondering about the unusual amount of people. While this is a high priced section of Summerland, he didn't think anyone of any fame lived here.
Getting out of the vehicle, Grissom and Sara find Brass and inquire about the gathering.
"Well, as it turns out, you two got a popular case. The deceased are Mr. and Mrs. Jack and Leighanne Malloy, presidents of the homeowners association. Their daughter Annaliese came home from a date and found them; the father in the upstairs hallway and the mother in bed."
"Okay Sara, you talk to the daughter now, the best memories are fresh. I'll start the walk through." Getting a nod from Sara, Grissom enters the house.
Sara walks over to the girl that by her estimation is maybe 15 or 16. She can't imagine coming home and finding both her parents dead. While Sara doesn't have much of a relationship with her parents, at least she still has them. Sara sits next to her on the curb in front of the house.
"Annaliese? Hi, my name is Sara Sidle. I'm with the crime lab. I realize this is hard for you, but can you tell me what happened?"
"I came home from my date. I was only gone maybe two and a half hours, that's all. I walked in the door and called to my Dad; he is usually up late, night owl. When he wasn't downstairs, I walked up and found him in the hallway. I.I didn't know what to do, so I ran into his study and called 911. I couldn't save him, I didn't know CPR, I didn't do anything." By now the girl is shaking violently and Sara recognizes the early stages of shock. Calling over to a paramedic, Sara gets the girl a blanket and wraps her in it. Sara wraps her arms around the girl's slim shoulders and rubs her arms. When the shaking doesn't stop, Sara carefully guides Annaliese over to the ambulance to be checked out.
"You did the best thing, Annaliese. It will be okay. I will find who did this. Ok?" She is ready to cry from the anguish on the girl's face, and receiving a small nod, Sara smiles and turns away. Leaving the girl with the EMS worker, Sara goes in search of Grissom; she is determined to fulfill her promise.
He watches her comfort the young woman and smiles with pride. In his mind, he places Sara Sidle on a pedestal far above anyone else. She is the ultimate woman and can do no wrong in his eyes, and once she meets him, she will be his.
Just over an hour later they emerge from the house, laden with bags of collected evidence. Sara walks in front of Grissom and carefully places her bags in the boxes at the back of the Tahoe. Helping Grissom with his, Sara doesn't hear the small voice calling out to her until one of the officers hollers at her.
"Hey Sidle. The young lady wants to talk to you."
"Thanks." She smiles at the officer as she walks past him to the back of the ambulance where Annaliese is still sitting.
Sidle, her last name is Sidle. Sara Sidle, what a beautiful name.
"Why haven't they taken you to the hospital yet?" she asks tersely, looking at the EMT as she says it. Looking at the girl, Sara notices that she seems to be better, not shaking, and she has sloughed off the blanket.
"I don't want to go yet. Plus there have been all kinds of questions from the police. But I forgot to tell them something. The front door was locked when I came home, which is odd cause usually Daddy leaves the door unlocked if I'm out."
"Okay, thanks Annaliese, that helps a lot. Will you go to the hospital so they can check you out now please?" Sara asks, concern for the young woman evident on her face.
"Yes. Thank you Miss Sidle." She follows the EMT into the ambulance. Banging on the doors, Sara indicates they are secure and the driver pulls away, giving her a clearer view of the crowd that has gathered. Sighing, Sara starts to walk back to the Tahoe and Grissom. Reaching her destination, she gets into the vehicle and looks at Grissom in the driver's seat.
"That poor girl. I hate these kind of cases," she says. Grissom touches her bare upper arm and lightly rubs, giving her reassurance without saying a word. She smiles at him and rests her head on the headrest, closing her eyes briefly to focus on the evidence that they had collected and not the emotions that are threatening to take over.
He watches her leave and smiles broadly to himself. Watching her comfort that girl made him even surer that Sara Sidle is the one for him. Her compassion for the victim makes him love her even more, though they have never met. He is planning on changing that soon. As one of the officers who had been watching the perimeter walks by he gets the man's attention.
"Excuse me. The crime scene people? Where is their office?" he asks innocently.
The officer regards him for a moment but sees no harm done in telling him; it's a matter of public record anyway. "They share a building with the PD. The Forensics lab is in the back."
"Okay. Thank you." He walks off, debating how to introduce himself to the love of his life.
tbc....