Title: Fear
Author: csiphile
Rating: Still PG13
Notes: Yeah, the first three chapters were kinda boring, but I had to get to the good stuff somehow! Remember I told you to enjoy the blissfully clueless geeks? Hope you did, cause it gets ugly here on in. Thanks to those on the boards who reviewed!! I appreciate it!
Also, I know this is a short chapter...some nice reviews might get you another one tomorrow. Kid I kid.mostly..heh!
Walking into the building and signing in, Sara is surprised when one of the guards calls to her.
"Sara."
Sara turns to see one of the guards walking toward her. She rattles her brain to remember the large man's name. John Phillips, that was it.
"Hey, John. Something wrong?" she asks. Normally the guards don't talk to any of them unless there is a problem.
"No, not at all. You received a delivery this afternoon and we signed for it, hang on a second." He bends down behind the front desk. Coming up with a large flower arrangement, Sara is stunned; she has never seen anything quite like it. It is an arrangement flowers, beautiful pink and purple lilies with some greenery in a clear vase.
"You sure these are for me and not Catherine?" she asks and searches for the card buried deep in the flowers. Receiving no real answer, Sara thinks about the possibilities. She knows Cath has been seeing someone new lately and is sure there is a mistake. Grissom knows better than to send her flowers at work. Finally finding the card, Sara is surprised to see her name printed neatly on the front. Scrunching her nose in confusion, Sara flips the envelope over and pulls out the card.
Sara,
Sorry about last night. I'll try better next time.
Me
Sara suppresses a smile and thanks the guard, picking up her flowers and carrying them into the labs with her.
He watches her from outside the building, the flowers had been delivered a while ago and he has been waiting for her to show up since. Following her as far as he could without being seen and actually going in the building, he stands just outside the large glass doors so he can see her, but not be obvious. He is too afraid to meet her, just the thought makes him nervous, he wants the moment to be perfect when she sees him, so she cant say no to him. He observes the large smile on her face from his partially hidden location when she reads the card. He is responsible for that beautiful smile of hers that reveals the gap in her teeth. Smiling he turns and heads back to the truck, his confidence buoyed, maybe he will introduce himself sooner than he expected.
Dropping them in the lunchroom, Sara grabs the card and heads for Grissom's office. Finding him sitting there, she regards him quietly from the door. He is a remarkable man; she has gone from nearly quitting months ago to never wanting to leave his side again. They have connected on a level Sara didn't even know could exist between two people, they share something incredible; she never wants to lose that. But she can't believe he would be so bold as to send flowers to her at work; he has to know what kind of uproar that will start with the other members of the team. She will be answering questions the rest of the night, probably the rest of the week.
"Hey, you get whatever Mobley needed?" she finally asks, getting his attention.
"Hey, yeah I did. That man is an idiot sometimes." He shakes his head and looks at her closely. His expression is odd. "You look like the cat that ate the canary."
"Thank you." is all she says.
He looks up at her, confused. "For what?"
"You know what."
"No, I really don't, but I would love to know what has you in such a good mood." He smiles at her.
"Come on Gris, there isn't anyone around. The flowers, thank you."
"Flowers?" The confused look on his face initially makes her angry, but she realizes he may not want to say anything in the open here.
"Yeah. Don't worry about it, we will talk later." She smiles and leaves the room.
He watches her leave and is utterly confused; he really hadn't sent her any flowers.
Walking into the break room to hand out assignments, Grissom is met by the subject of his earlier confusion. Sitting on the counter is a large vase filled with flowers, beautiful ones, ones he wishes he had sent. For a moment he is concerned, but brushes the thought away and hands out assignments. For the most part the team has permanent partners; Nick and Warrick, Catherine usually works alone or rotates between groups, and then Grissom and Sara. It had happened almost by accident, and they had realized that having a regular person to work with often made investigations go smoothly and quickly.
"Come on Sar, cough it up. Who sent them?" This came from Nicky, the only one brave enough give Sara a nickname and stick with it, and after some initial annoyance, she has become used to the name. Nick is the only person who uses it though; Greg had attempted once and regretted it.
"You know, Nicky, that's none of your business." she says and starts to follow Grissom out of the room.
"Oh you're killing me. Where's the card?" he says and is disappointed when she waves it from the door.
"Sorry Nicky, that's for me to know and you not to." Laughing, she leaves the room and catches up with Grissom, who is headed to the Tahoe.
Saying nothing, the two enter the vehicle and hit the road, off to their 465, a robbery. Waiting until she can't anymore, Sara looks at him.
"So seriously, thank you. You didn't have to. I know you didn't want to say anything in the labs."
"Sara, listen, I didn't send the them. Someone put my name on the card." he says, beginning to get concerned about who would send her flowers.
"Actually, your name isn't on the card. I just assumed they were from you." she says, her voice shaking a bit. At this revelation, Grissom pulls the Tahoe off to the side of the road and looks at her in the quickly waning Las Vegas dusk.
"Wait a minute. What does the card say?" he asks and is floored when she reads it too him. "Sara, I would never lie to you, I am telling you I didn't send them."
She looks at him, confusion with a bit of fear covering her face. "Then who did?"
"I don't know. We'll find out after we process the crime scene. Maybe it's someone you helped."
"But Gris, the card."
"I know, Sara. We will figure it out though." After receiving a quiet nod, Grissom pulls back onto the road, hoping that there is a logical explanation for this.
tbc............
Author: csiphile
Rating: Still PG13
Notes: Yeah, the first three chapters were kinda boring, but I had to get to the good stuff somehow! Remember I told you to enjoy the blissfully clueless geeks? Hope you did, cause it gets ugly here on in. Thanks to those on the boards who reviewed!! I appreciate it!
Also, I know this is a short chapter...some nice reviews might get you another one tomorrow. Kid I kid.mostly..heh!
Walking into the building and signing in, Sara is surprised when one of the guards calls to her.
"Sara."
Sara turns to see one of the guards walking toward her. She rattles her brain to remember the large man's name. John Phillips, that was it.
"Hey, John. Something wrong?" she asks. Normally the guards don't talk to any of them unless there is a problem.
"No, not at all. You received a delivery this afternoon and we signed for it, hang on a second." He bends down behind the front desk. Coming up with a large flower arrangement, Sara is stunned; she has never seen anything quite like it. It is an arrangement flowers, beautiful pink and purple lilies with some greenery in a clear vase.
"You sure these are for me and not Catherine?" she asks and searches for the card buried deep in the flowers. Receiving no real answer, Sara thinks about the possibilities. She knows Cath has been seeing someone new lately and is sure there is a mistake. Grissom knows better than to send her flowers at work. Finally finding the card, Sara is surprised to see her name printed neatly on the front. Scrunching her nose in confusion, Sara flips the envelope over and pulls out the card.
Sara,
Sorry about last night. I'll try better next time.
Me
Sara suppresses a smile and thanks the guard, picking up her flowers and carrying them into the labs with her.
He watches her from outside the building, the flowers had been delivered a while ago and he has been waiting for her to show up since. Following her as far as he could without being seen and actually going in the building, he stands just outside the large glass doors so he can see her, but not be obvious. He is too afraid to meet her, just the thought makes him nervous, he wants the moment to be perfect when she sees him, so she cant say no to him. He observes the large smile on her face from his partially hidden location when she reads the card. He is responsible for that beautiful smile of hers that reveals the gap in her teeth. Smiling he turns and heads back to the truck, his confidence buoyed, maybe he will introduce himself sooner than he expected.
Dropping them in the lunchroom, Sara grabs the card and heads for Grissom's office. Finding him sitting there, she regards him quietly from the door. He is a remarkable man; she has gone from nearly quitting months ago to never wanting to leave his side again. They have connected on a level Sara didn't even know could exist between two people, they share something incredible; she never wants to lose that. But she can't believe he would be so bold as to send flowers to her at work; he has to know what kind of uproar that will start with the other members of the team. She will be answering questions the rest of the night, probably the rest of the week.
"Hey, you get whatever Mobley needed?" she finally asks, getting his attention.
"Hey, yeah I did. That man is an idiot sometimes." He shakes his head and looks at her closely. His expression is odd. "You look like the cat that ate the canary."
"Thank you." is all she says.
He looks up at her, confused. "For what?"
"You know what."
"No, I really don't, but I would love to know what has you in such a good mood." He smiles at her.
"Come on Gris, there isn't anyone around. The flowers, thank you."
"Flowers?" The confused look on his face initially makes her angry, but she realizes he may not want to say anything in the open here.
"Yeah. Don't worry about it, we will talk later." She smiles and leaves the room.
He watches her leave and is utterly confused; he really hadn't sent her any flowers.
Walking into the break room to hand out assignments, Grissom is met by the subject of his earlier confusion. Sitting on the counter is a large vase filled with flowers, beautiful ones, ones he wishes he had sent. For a moment he is concerned, but brushes the thought away and hands out assignments. For the most part the team has permanent partners; Nick and Warrick, Catherine usually works alone or rotates between groups, and then Grissom and Sara. It had happened almost by accident, and they had realized that having a regular person to work with often made investigations go smoothly and quickly.
"Come on Sar, cough it up. Who sent them?" This came from Nicky, the only one brave enough give Sara a nickname and stick with it, and after some initial annoyance, she has become used to the name. Nick is the only person who uses it though; Greg had attempted once and regretted it.
"You know, Nicky, that's none of your business." she says and starts to follow Grissom out of the room.
"Oh you're killing me. Where's the card?" he says and is disappointed when she waves it from the door.
"Sorry Nicky, that's for me to know and you not to." Laughing, she leaves the room and catches up with Grissom, who is headed to the Tahoe.
Saying nothing, the two enter the vehicle and hit the road, off to their 465, a robbery. Waiting until she can't anymore, Sara looks at him.
"So seriously, thank you. You didn't have to. I know you didn't want to say anything in the labs."
"Sara, listen, I didn't send the them. Someone put my name on the card." he says, beginning to get concerned about who would send her flowers.
"Actually, your name isn't on the card. I just assumed they were from you." she says, her voice shaking a bit. At this revelation, Grissom pulls the Tahoe off to the side of the road and looks at her in the quickly waning Las Vegas dusk.
"Wait a minute. What does the card say?" he asks and is floored when she reads it too him. "Sara, I would never lie to you, I am telling you I didn't send them."
She looks at him, confusion with a bit of fear covering her face. "Then who did?"
"I don't know. We'll find out after we process the crime scene. Maybe it's someone you helped."
"But Gris, the card."
"I know, Sara. We will figure it out though." After receiving a quiet nod, Grissom pulls back onto the road, hoping that there is a logical explanation for this.
tbc............