Picking up the phone I dial the familiar number. "Grissom."
"Hey, what happened today."
"Didn't you have the day off?"
"Yes, and I enjoyied every minute of it. So what happened." I proceeded to listen, stretching out across the couch. "You should have called me."
"We had it covered."
"You worked it on you're own."
"I can work Solo."
"I didn't say you couldn't, but there was no need that you should."
"Thank you for listening."
"I'm good like that." I hung up, going to the door. The drive had been uneventful, pulling in front of the rec center. I saw him there, leaning against the fence, his hands curled tightly around the wire. My heart sinking at the sight of him there. Getting out quietly, I don't need to startle him. The walk to him felt like a 1000 miles.
"I thought I find you here." I saw his fingers tighten, shoulders tense. Reaching out, my hands drifted to his shoulders, then down his sides. I wanted, needed, to help him, get him talking. "I talked to Grissom, he told me about the case."
"I blew it." His voice was tense, the anger evident. It caused me to tighten my fingers.
"You couldn't have known."
"I let my emotions block everything I was trained, I lost it." I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to disagree.
"It happens babe." I see his head shake, sliding under his arm to look at him, leaning against the fence so I can see him better. His eyes filled with anger, sadness, regret, disappointment, tears. "It happens."
"Not to all of us."
"It even happens to him, he just tells us it doesn't. There will be one case that gets to us, some of us have more than others. You caught the guy." I remind him.
"And put a good man to prison because I couldn't see the facts clear." reaching up I cup his face, holding his gaze.
"You messed up, but you didn't know that he was following you, that he was going to do that."
"He was in protective custody, I shouldn't have risked it." He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. Closing my eyes as he does, gently caressing his cheek with my thumbs.
"Maybe, but it's to late now. There is nothing more that you can do, except to make sure it doesn't happen again." I pause as I feel his nod, "Lets go home."
"Hey, what happened today."
"Didn't you have the day off?"
"Yes, and I enjoyied every minute of it. So what happened." I proceeded to listen, stretching out across the couch. "You should have called me."
"We had it covered."
"You worked it on you're own."
"I can work Solo."
"I didn't say you couldn't, but there was no need that you should."
"Thank you for listening."
"I'm good like that." I hung up, going to the door. The drive had been uneventful, pulling in front of the rec center. I saw him there, leaning against the fence, his hands curled tightly around the wire. My heart sinking at the sight of him there. Getting out quietly, I don't need to startle him. The walk to him felt like a 1000 miles.
"I thought I find you here." I saw his fingers tighten, shoulders tense. Reaching out, my hands drifted to his shoulders, then down his sides. I wanted, needed, to help him, get him talking. "I talked to Grissom, he told me about the case."
"I blew it." His voice was tense, the anger evident. It caused me to tighten my fingers.
"You couldn't have known."
"I let my emotions block everything I was trained, I lost it." I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to disagree.
"It happens babe." I see his head shake, sliding under his arm to look at him, leaning against the fence so I can see him better. His eyes filled with anger, sadness, regret, disappointment, tears. "It happens."
"Not to all of us."
"It even happens to him, he just tells us it doesn't. There will be one case that gets to us, some of us have more than others. You caught the guy." I remind him.
"And put a good man to prison because I couldn't see the facts clear." reaching up I cup his face, holding his gaze.
"You messed up, but you didn't know that he was following you, that he was going to do that."
"He was in protective custody, I shouldn't have risked it." He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. Closing my eyes as he does, gently caressing his cheek with my thumbs.
"Maybe, but it's to late now. There is nothing more that you can do, except to make sure it doesn't happen again." I pause as I feel his nod, "Lets go home."