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Author's Note: This is a continuation of "First Do No Harm."
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Sara Sidle sighed as she closed a file containing a month-old case file. Field work had kept them all too busy and the paperwork just piled up and up and up. It was just her luck that she sprained her ankle in her last case; the doctor said she had to stay off her bad foot for at least a week. Grissom originally wanted her to stay at home until her ankle's healed, but Sara managed to convince him that she could still be productive despite her injury. So, as a compromise, Grissom allowed her to work but all she can do is update the paperwork.
Sara stretched her arms over her head. She had been confined to this desk for almost six hours for this shift. Her eyes are getting tired from working non-stop in front of the computer, and her back was beginning to ache. Glancing at the clock, she decided that she deserved a coffee break.
Getting up was no hard task, but walking towards the break room with a bandaged right ankle was quite difficult. Sara had adamantly protested against using a crutch, opting instead to use a cane. Still, feeling pain shooting up from her injured joint when she tried to use her right leg dismayed her. It's been five days now, and while the throbbing had stopped and the swelling had gone down, she still couldn't get around without support. Sara sighed in frustration as she entered the break room.
As expected, the break room was empty. Fortunately, somebody left the coffee pot half-full. Probably Greg, Sara thought. Greg was the only other person in the building right now who uses the same break room. Sara hadn't seen much of him lately, because between the break room and the office, she hadn't been anywhere else during work time. Getting her mug and pouring some coffee into it, she wondered how the others are doing. Grissom and Warrick were working on a homicide at the strip, while Catherine and Nick were investigating a robbery. They've all been gone since the start of the shift, and Sara wished she could be out there with them.
Coffee mug in one hand and cane in the other, Sara hobbled towards the table. She had taken only a few sips of coffee when Daisy, the building's receptionist appeared at the doorway.
"Hi Daisy," Sara greeted. "What's up?"
"Hi Sara," Daisy smiled. "Grissom's got a visitor."
"Grissom's out, I'm sorry," Sara said, wondering why Daisy did not inform whoever it is that wished to see Grissom about him being in the field. Daisy usually kept tabs on their whereabouts, and she also usually just informs the visitors to come back again if the person they want to see is not around.
"Oh, I know that, but I'm sure Grissom would want to see his visitor when he comes back," Daisy said. "I figured maybe she could wait here instead of the lobby."
Sara thought this was very strange, but she shrugged and replied, "Well, okay."
Daisy smiled and disappeared for a moment. She came back with a dark haired girl that Sara guessed was in her mid-twenties. The girl was very attractive, and Sara felt like a plain Jane next to her. A very plain Jane.
Daisy then smiled at the two and left, without even introducing them. Sara then smiled at Grissom's visitor and said, "Hi, I'm Sara Sidle. I'm on Gil Grissom's team."
"Hello," the girl replied with a genuine smile. "My name is Wren, Wren Grissom. Gil Grissom's my father."
Her father? Sara repeated in surprise. As far as she knew, Grissom didn't have a wife or kids. Oh boy. Can't wait for Grissom to get back. I sure hope he and Warrick gets back before Catherine and Nick does, she thought.
Author's Note: This is a continuation of "First Do No Harm."
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Sara Sidle sighed as she closed a file containing a month-old case file. Field work had kept them all too busy and the paperwork just piled up and up and up. It was just her luck that she sprained her ankle in her last case; the doctor said she had to stay off her bad foot for at least a week. Grissom originally wanted her to stay at home until her ankle's healed, but Sara managed to convince him that she could still be productive despite her injury. So, as a compromise, Grissom allowed her to work but all she can do is update the paperwork.
Sara stretched her arms over her head. She had been confined to this desk for almost six hours for this shift. Her eyes are getting tired from working non-stop in front of the computer, and her back was beginning to ache. Glancing at the clock, she decided that she deserved a coffee break.
Getting up was no hard task, but walking towards the break room with a bandaged right ankle was quite difficult. Sara had adamantly protested against using a crutch, opting instead to use a cane. Still, feeling pain shooting up from her injured joint when she tried to use her right leg dismayed her. It's been five days now, and while the throbbing had stopped and the swelling had gone down, she still couldn't get around without support. Sara sighed in frustration as she entered the break room.
As expected, the break room was empty. Fortunately, somebody left the coffee pot half-full. Probably Greg, Sara thought. Greg was the only other person in the building right now who uses the same break room. Sara hadn't seen much of him lately, because between the break room and the office, she hadn't been anywhere else during work time. Getting her mug and pouring some coffee into it, she wondered how the others are doing. Grissom and Warrick were working on a homicide at the strip, while Catherine and Nick were investigating a robbery. They've all been gone since the start of the shift, and Sara wished she could be out there with them.
Coffee mug in one hand and cane in the other, Sara hobbled towards the table. She had taken only a few sips of coffee when Daisy, the building's receptionist appeared at the doorway.
"Hi Daisy," Sara greeted. "What's up?"
"Hi Sara," Daisy smiled. "Grissom's got a visitor."
"Grissom's out, I'm sorry," Sara said, wondering why Daisy did not inform whoever it is that wished to see Grissom about him being in the field. Daisy usually kept tabs on their whereabouts, and she also usually just informs the visitors to come back again if the person they want to see is not around.
"Oh, I know that, but I'm sure Grissom would want to see his visitor when he comes back," Daisy said. "I figured maybe she could wait here instead of the lobby."
Sara thought this was very strange, but she shrugged and replied, "Well, okay."
Daisy smiled and disappeared for a moment. She came back with a dark haired girl that Sara guessed was in her mid-twenties. The girl was very attractive, and Sara felt like a plain Jane next to her. A very plain Jane.
Daisy then smiled at the two and left, without even introducing them. Sara then smiled at Grissom's visitor and said, "Hi, I'm Sara Sidle. I'm on Gil Grissom's team."
"Hello," the girl replied with a genuine smile. "My name is Wren, Wren Grissom. Gil Grissom's my father."
Her father? Sara repeated in surprise. As far as she knew, Grissom didn't have a wife or kids. Oh boy. Can't wait for Grissom to get back. I sure hope he and Warrick gets back before Catherine and Nick does, she thought.