As Sara walked down the hall toward the glass door, she met one of the few
recognizable Lab Rats in the building. Greg Sanders was an interesting
young man. When he wasn't processing DNA or some other mysterious substance
he was flirting with some girl. Whether it be Sara, Catherine, or what's-
her-face who didn't have a name or a purpose. He was the court gesture of
the night shift. Judging by Ecklies attitude towards anything in the name
of fun he would have been the gesture of day shift as well.
"Not taken any over time today, Sara?" He asked, looking at her with a smile.
Sara kept her mouth shut. She hadn't been able to get ice from the freezer in the break room and she wasn't about to give Greg the satisfaction of hearing her speak.
"Oh, not in the talking mood, are we?" Sara continued to hold her mouth shut. "I see now. You have a date with your boyfriend, don't you? Hank?"
Sara bit her tongue, she didn't want to do it, but she had to set him straight, "Hank ith NOT my boyfwiend!"
Gregs smile grows wider,"Excuse me?"
"I thaid, that jewk ith NOT my boyfwiend!"
Greg breaks out in laughter, "What-what happened to your voice?!" he blurts out between chuckles.
"Ith none of youw buthineth."
"You drank the coffee in the break room, didn't you?" Sara nodded, "You didn't read the note?"
"What note."
"I wrote a note and stuck it to the coffee pot. Something's wrong with the machine. It made it too hot."
"Gweg! The glue obviouthly doethn't thtick to hot thingth! Why didn't you jutht pouw it down the think?"
"The sink was full of dishes." Sara gave him one of those looks that could bring down the Great Wall of China, "Don't worry about it, Sara. Your tongue will be better soon."
Sara knew just what to say, "Well, mine may, but Grithom dwank thome too."
Gregs face turned to panic, "He did? Sara, you have to tell him it wasn't me, please, I'm begging you!"
"It'th youw ath on the line, Gweg, not mine." She walks away, satisfied with herself. She knows Grissom won't get mad. It can just be considered pay-back for Greg having to walk around with itchy feet for a week.
Sara strode out of the CSI building, the sun shone in her eyes and she squinted. This is no place for a hermit to be without sun glasses. She heads to her Tahoe, it's time to go home and fix this mess. She had to get packing too. The thought of spending a weekend away from the place appeals to her, especially when Grissom will be there with her. Her smile widens.
"Not taken any over time today, Sara?" He asked, looking at her with a smile.
Sara kept her mouth shut. She hadn't been able to get ice from the freezer in the break room and she wasn't about to give Greg the satisfaction of hearing her speak.
"Oh, not in the talking mood, are we?" Sara continued to hold her mouth shut. "I see now. You have a date with your boyfriend, don't you? Hank?"
Sara bit her tongue, she didn't want to do it, but she had to set him straight, "Hank ith NOT my boyfwiend!"
Gregs smile grows wider,"Excuse me?"
"I thaid, that jewk ith NOT my boyfwiend!"
Greg breaks out in laughter, "What-what happened to your voice?!" he blurts out between chuckles.
"Ith none of youw buthineth."
"You drank the coffee in the break room, didn't you?" Sara nodded, "You didn't read the note?"
"What note."
"I wrote a note and stuck it to the coffee pot. Something's wrong with the machine. It made it too hot."
"Gweg! The glue obviouthly doethn't thtick to hot thingth! Why didn't you jutht pouw it down the think?"
"The sink was full of dishes." Sara gave him one of those looks that could bring down the Great Wall of China, "Don't worry about it, Sara. Your tongue will be better soon."
Sara knew just what to say, "Well, mine may, but Grithom dwank thome too."
Gregs face turned to panic, "He did? Sara, you have to tell him it wasn't me, please, I'm begging you!"
"It'th youw ath on the line, Gweg, not mine." She walks away, satisfied with herself. She knows Grissom won't get mad. It can just be considered pay-back for Greg having to walk around with itchy feet for a week.
Sara strode out of the CSI building, the sun shone in her eyes and she squinted. This is no place for a hermit to be without sun glasses. She heads to her Tahoe, it's time to go home and fix this mess. She had to get packing too. The thought of spending a weekend away from the place appeals to her, especially when Grissom will be there with her. Her smile widens.