***1. I don't own these characters, this show, or CBS (obviously, or
Season 3 would have been very different). 2. I'm not making any cash at
all out of this. 3. Word to all the UtB people (especially
freak_of_nature who was SOOOO nice to beta this for me weeks ago!! Thanks
so much!!) Also, any references to other persons/or places in Nevada are
completely contrived and have no basis in reality!***
Chapter 4:
"My partner is already up there. He's keeping an eye on things," the officer said.
With the situation defused, Sara reluctantly let her fingers slip off of his forearm. Her eyes traced the skin where her fingers had been. Usually his arms were covered from shoulder to wrist. She thanked the heat for forcing him into a t-shirt and watched his muscles work as he picked up his kit.
Very nice.
"Good. Let's get started?" he said and she almost smirked at her own double meaning to that phrase.
"Oh, you'll need a little more than that," the ranger gestured to them with a shrug and Sara shook her head, again convinced that her thoughts were projected audibly.
"Water?" Grissom guessed.
"Full packs would be best," the ranger, said, "You just never know in these parts. Sheila, get me my extra pack, they can at least take one up."
"How far away is this body?" Sara asked.
"About two miles," Thomas said and her jaw dropped open. It was 1:00. They needed to move if they were going to process anything.
"What about these few cars?" Grissom asked. His shirt matched the steel of his eyes.
"That's where my partner is," Thomas said. "He's trying to round up the rest of the visitors to look for anything suspicious and get them out of the park."
"No," Grissom said with his hand raised. "If you find anybody, hold them at the ranger station. My people will need to speak with any potential witnesses."
The ranger nodded and Sheila returned with a pack. Sara took it and slung it over her shoulder. It was a good deal heavier than she had imagined, but she had to move.
"I'll get that," Grissom said. He stretched out his hand and slipped the strap from her shoulder. It was not machismo. He made no show to the others, just quietly put the pack on his own back before they walked forward.
Sara wondered if maybe there was something left, some tiny spark still glowing in his mind. She didn't have to wonder about the ember in her own heart. His soft words had blown on the remnant, striking a new flame out of charred remains.
Chapter 4:
"My partner is already up there. He's keeping an eye on things," the officer said.
With the situation defused, Sara reluctantly let her fingers slip off of his forearm. Her eyes traced the skin where her fingers had been. Usually his arms were covered from shoulder to wrist. She thanked the heat for forcing him into a t-shirt and watched his muscles work as he picked up his kit.
Very nice.
"Good. Let's get started?" he said and she almost smirked at her own double meaning to that phrase.
"Oh, you'll need a little more than that," the ranger gestured to them with a shrug and Sara shook her head, again convinced that her thoughts were projected audibly.
"Water?" Grissom guessed.
"Full packs would be best," the ranger, said, "You just never know in these parts. Sheila, get me my extra pack, they can at least take one up."
"How far away is this body?" Sara asked.
"About two miles," Thomas said and her jaw dropped open. It was 1:00. They needed to move if they were going to process anything.
"What about these few cars?" Grissom asked. His shirt matched the steel of his eyes.
"That's where my partner is," Thomas said. "He's trying to round up the rest of the visitors to look for anything suspicious and get them out of the park."
"No," Grissom said with his hand raised. "If you find anybody, hold them at the ranger station. My people will need to speak with any potential witnesses."
The ranger nodded and Sheila returned with a pack. Sara took it and slung it over her shoulder. It was a good deal heavier than she had imagined, but she had to move.
"I'll get that," Grissom said. He stretched out his hand and slipped the strap from her shoulder. It was not machismo. He made no show to the others, just quietly put the pack on his own back before they walked forward.
Sara wondered if maybe there was something left, some tiny spark still glowing in his mind. She didn't have to wonder about the ember in her own heart. His soft words had blown on the remnant, striking a new flame out of charred remains.