**Title: Righting the Wrongs
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Disclaimer: sadly not mine..but a girl can dream can't she??
**Rating: we'll say PG for the time being
**Spoilers: A Little Murder
**Author's Notes: The title to this fic should give some of the more astute readers a clue as to what I hope to accomplish throughout these chapters. Let's just say writing this has served a two-fold purpose: 1. to write a new fic 2. to serve as a sort of commentary on recent episodes.
**Thank-you's: To the Graveyard Shift groupies for being so wonderful and banding together throughout this time of anticipation (you know what I mean). A special thanks to Angie for the title. To Joe for always listening to my rants. To Gabe for also listening to my rants, making me laugh, and offering to hold my hand during this week's episode.
"I need you."
The look in his eyes was one of pure terror. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before in her 2 and a half years of knowing him. She had known him to be intense yes, but this was something more powerful, more passionate.
"Sara, tell me I can count on you," Grissom whispered, barely able to find his own voice.
"I'll take care of this," Sara said as Greg came running up.
"Nick and Warrick and wrapping up their case right now," he said breathlessly. "Until they get here, what can I do?"
"Grab a camera and follow me," Sara replied deciding it would be best to get down to business. She handed Greg a camera and began to walk towards the overturned truck, expecting him to follow. Greg however, lingered nervously near Grissom who seemed lost behind his cold stare.
"Get moving Greg," Grissom said before getting into his Tahoe and speeding off into the night.
"I didn't know how to tell him," Greg sighed as he followed Sara around the crime scene.
"Tell him what?" Sara asked snapping pictures from different angles.
"Well maybe it means nothing, but I know it would probably send him off the deep end or something," Greg began. Then seeing Sara's frustrated look, he got right to the point, "Right after Catherine collapsed, before she was totally unconscious, she whispered his name."
***Where did Grissom go?? Why did Catherine collapse?? What the heck is going on?? Find out more in Chapter Two-coming soon!!
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Disclaimer: sadly not mine..but a girl can dream can't she??
**Rating: we'll say PG for the time being
**Spoilers: A Little Murder
**Author's Notes: The title to this fic should give some of the more astute readers a clue as to what I hope to accomplish throughout these chapters. Let's just say writing this has served a two-fold purpose: 1. to write a new fic 2. to serve as a sort of commentary on recent episodes.
**Thank-you's: To the Graveyard Shift groupies for being so wonderful and banding together throughout this time of anticipation (you know what I mean). A special thanks to Angie for the title. To Joe for always listening to my rants. To Gabe for also listening to my rants, making me laugh, and offering to hold my hand during this week's episode.
"I need you."
The look in his eyes was one of pure terror. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before in her 2 and a half years of knowing him. She had known him to be intense yes, but this was something more powerful, more passionate.
"Sara, tell me I can count on you," Grissom whispered, barely able to find his own voice.
"I'll take care of this," Sara said as Greg came running up.
"Nick and Warrick and wrapping up their case right now," he said breathlessly. "Until they get here, what can I do?"
"Grab a camera and follow me," Sara replied deciding it would be best to get down to business. She handed Greg a camera and began to walk towards the overturned truck, expecting him to follow. Greg however, lingered nervously near Grissom who seemed lost behind his cold stare.
"Get moving Greg," Grissom said before getting into his Tahoe and speeding off into the night.
"I didn't know how to tell him," Greg sighed as he followed Sara around the crime scene.
"Tell him what?" Sara asked snapping pictures from different angles.
"Well maybe it means nothing, but I know it would probably send him off the deep end or something," Greg began. Then seeing Sara's frustrated look, he got right to the point, "Right after Catherine collapsed, before she was totally unconscious, she whispered his name."
***Where did Grissom go?? Why did Catherine collapse?? What the heck is going on?? Find out more in Chapter Two-coming soon!!