Note; This is a short one, but nevertheless I want to dedicate this to fe. Thanks for taking the time to review. Enjoy.
Long, deep drags of my cigarette began to soothe my ragged nerves, and as I held the smoke deep in my lungs I could almost feel the nicotine leeching into my system, travelling to my brain and sending messages that 'everything is ok'.
Taking another long pull I allowed the smoke to waterfall from my mouth, only to be sucked in by my nostrils. Irish waterfall, I thought as a wry smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
Unbidden another flash of the scene entered my mind. Once more I could see the man bleeding out before me. Who knew blood could be so very red? I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut and scrubbing at them with my free hand as if I could rub the memory away.
'Are you ok?'
The voice, though now familiar, startled me and I turned quickly, dropping my cigarette in the process.
'Aww, shit!' I watched morosely as the cherry dropped out and all that was left was a useless filter.
'You got a cigarette I could bum?'
I asked Grissom as he came to stand beside me.
'No. I don't smoke.'
'Neither do I.' Was my mumbled reply.
Sighing, I looked up into Grissom's face, its lines and contours starting to grow on me.
'What do you want now, Grissom?' As soon as the words were out of my mouth I grimaced and laughed wryly.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.'
He just pinned me with those blue eyes of his, and staring up into them I suddenly felt ashamed, a lump rising in my throat. I forced it down with a swallow.
'It's ok, officer. I can see that you're exhausted. One can be forgiven for forgetting their manners occasionally.'
The amusement in his voice helped to soothe my wounds, but part of me would always be a 'no touch' zone of damage. Apparently this is what happens to you when you're a cop.
'I was wondering if you would be interested in going over some of the evidence with me?'
I looked up at him now with interest.
'Excuse me, Grissom, but why the hell do you want a cop looking over your shoulder?'
A genuine smile graced his face and it was like a light bulb had turned on. He looked years younger and his eyes twinkled in away that I could most definitely learn to like. It was hard not to smile back.
'Because, Jo, I know for a fact that you will refuse to go home until you have as much information about this case as possible. Therefore I decided that by cutting out the middleman, and having you watch as my team process the evidence would mean you can go home faster. Maybe get some sleep before that concussion knocks you out.'
I burst into a delighted laugh.
'Of course,' Grissom continued, 'I expect you to stay out of the way.'
'Why of course.' I managed between chuckles.
Standing I reached out a hand to touch Grissom above the shoulder.
'Thank you, I appreciate this.'
He merely nodded, turning towards the building and indicating that I should follow.
Just as we were going through the doors he turned to me again.
'I do have one question.'
I fixed him with clear eyes.
'And what would that be?'
'Your accent, it's interesting. Where are you originally from?'
I laughed. 'C'mon Grissom, you're the investigator, you tell me.'
Although he didn't smile I could see amusement shining in his eyes, this man obviously liked a challenge.
'I will.' He said, and then we continued into the building. In my head, I was wondering how long it would take him to figure it out. Not long, a sage voice whispered.
Long, deep drags of my cigarette began to soothe my ragged nerves, and as I held the smoke deep in my lungs I could almost feel the nicotine leeching into my system, travelling to my brain and sending messages that 'everything is ok'.
Taking another long pull I allowed the smoke to waterfall from my mouth, only to be sucked in by my nostrils. Irish waterfall, I thought as a wry smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
Unbidden another flash of the scene entered my mind. Once more I could see the man bleeding out before me. Who knew blood could be so very red? I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut and scrubbing at them with my free hand as if I could rub the memory away.
'Are you ok?'
The voice, though now familiar, startled me and I turned quickly, dropping my cigarette in the process.
'Aww, shit!' I watched morosely as the cherry dropped out and all that was left was a useless filter.
'You got a cigarette I could bum?'
I asked Grissom as he came to stand beside me.
'No. I don't smoke.'
'Neither do I.' Was my mumbled reply.
Sighing, I looked up into Grissom's face, its lines and contours starting to grow on me.
'What do you want now, Grissom?' As soon as the words were out of my mouth I grimaced and laughed wryly.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.'
He just pinned me with those blue eyes of his, and staring up into them I suddenly felt ashamed, a lump rising in my throat. I forced it down with a swallow.
'It's ok, officer. I can see that you're exhausted. One can be forgiven for forgetting their manners occasionally.'
The amusement in his voice helped to soothe my wounds, but part of me would always be a 'no touch' zone of damage. Apparently this is what happens to you when you're a cop.
'I was wondering if you would be interested in going over some of the evidence with me?'
I looked up at him now with interest.
'Excuse me, Grissom, but why the hell do you want a cop looking over your shoulder?'
A genuine smile graced his face and it was like a light bulb had turned on. He looked years younger and his eyes twinkled in away that I could most definitely learn to like. It was hard not to smile back.
'Because, Jo, I know for a fact that you will refuse to go home until you have as much information about this case as possible. Therefore I decided that by cutting out the middleman, and having you watch as my team process the evidence would mean you can go home faster. Maybe get some sleep before that concussion knocks you out.'
I burst into a delighted laugh.
'Of course,' Grissom continued, 'I expect you to stay out of the way.'
'Why of course.' I managed between chuckles.
Standing I reached out a hand to touch Grissom above the shoulder.
'Thank you, I appreciate this.'
He merely nodded, turning towards the building and indicating that I should follow.
Just as we were going through the doors he turned to me again.
'I do have one question.'
I fixed him with clear eyes.
'And what would that be?'
'Your accent, it's interesting. Where are you originally from?'
I laughed. 'C'mon Grissom, you're the investigator, you tell me.'
Although he didn't smile I could see amusement shining in his eyes, this man obviously liked a challenge.
'I will.' He said, and then we continued into the building. In my head, I was wondering how long it would take him to figure it out. Not long, a sage voice whispered.