Chapter 2
Sara was lying on her bed trying to listen to jazz over the loud thudding noise of the party. She turned the page of her book and sighed. She got up to go to the bathroom. She was about to open her door when it opened suddenly and hit her in the head. "Ow. Jesus." Sara clutched her hands over her forehead before seeing who opened the door. "God damnit."
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" The voice said.
She swore again. "What the hell are you doing? Upstairs is off limits."
"I was looking for the bathroom." Sara peeked at the intruder through splayed fingers and dropped her hands, completely forgetting the small cut on her forehead. He looked at her and started to stammer as her brown eyes took hold of him. "You're.bleeding." He got her to sit down and knelt in front of her. He used the edge of his new dark blue shirt to dab the blood away. She winced. "You ok now?"
"Yeah, thanks." Her anger dropped so suddenly it shocked her. He was knelt in front of her using his shirt to clean the blood, her blood away. He leaned a little closer to look at the cut and smiled at her. "How bad doc?"
He laughed. "Not bad, you got a first aid kit?" She nodded and pointed to the top drawer of her desk.
He placed 2 butterfly stitches over the cut and apologised again. "It's ok. What did you say you were looking for?"
"Bathroom." He packed the box away and placed it back in the draw. He looked up at the shelves that lined the wall.
"Next door down on your right." She said stand next to him.
He nodded and reached for a book. He looked through it and laughed. "I've got this one."
Sara looked at the book. "Really. It's rare."
"I know, one of the first science journals for forensics." He put the book back and observed many more.
"I've only got about 10, but Mum said she'd get me another one when she comes home."
"I have 16."
Sara's eyes widened. "You collect forensic journals?"
"Yep, Yours are in better condition than mine though."
"I read them all the time but don't fold or bend the pages." She showed him as she spoke.
He took the book and looked at it. "That's my flaw. I dock my pages."
She laughed and placed the book back. "My names Sara Sidle."
"Gil Grissom." He shook her hand and cocked his head to one side. "You've not got the same name as Nick."
"No, he's my younger half brother. My mum married his dad. We keep our own names, saves confusion." She smiled at his odd looked. "Some confusion anyway."
"Well, it was nice meeting you Sara."
"You too." She opened her door and pointed. "Down the hall first right." He looked at her puzzled. She laughed and pointed to a green door. "Bathroom."
He blushed. "Thanks."
"Quite alright." Sara watched him walked down the hall and turn back to look at her before he opened the bathroom door. She ducked her head and blushed before walking back into her room and closing her door. She leaned back against it and sighed with a smiled stretching across her face. She completely forgot about the need to go to the toilet and the cut on her head, she couldn't get him out of her head though.
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Three hours later a knock came on her door. "Hey Nick." She called.
He walked in with a plate of biscuits and two hot chocolates. "That's something I'll never get use to Sara."
She moved from her lying position to sit against her headboard. "I can't help it if I know your knock Nicky."
"Wanna chat?" He sat on her bed and handed her a cup; he saw the cut and furrowed his eyebrows. "How did you do that?"
She touched the cut and smiled. "A small accident with a door."
"Oh, pretty good work with the stitches though, you couldn't have done that yourself." He asked with a small smile.
"Nope, had help." She dipped a biscuit in her chocolate and ate it. Nick eyed her carefully. "What?" He smiled a full smile and shrugged.
"I wonder what mum would say about you having boys in your room." He said cheekily into his cup. Sara sent him a warning with her eyes and kicked his knee with her foot.
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The car pulled up out side Catherine's house. Warrick walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight. He got back into the car and Grissom drove back to their flat.
"Where did you go tonight?" Warrick asked turning the air conditioning off.
Grissom looked at him. "No where."
Warrick snorted. "Right, exploring as usually."
"Yeah so?"
"I was just wondering. So, you playing tomorrow or has coach got you assisting?"
"Coaching, but next game I'm playing."
The car pulled up to the curb and they got out. As they entered the flat they had a thought that they should really clean the place. Grissom started cleaning away the kitchen while Warrick sorted the living room. After the cleaning was done Grissom had a shower and climbed into bed. Warrick stayed up and watched the replays from the college baseball games last year.
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The sun came up and shone over the tall building. Nick and Greg were looking at Sara who was looking at the words engraved over the door.
Nick elbowed Greg. "5 bucks she figures it out by the end of the day."
"Nice." Greg and Nick shook hands to seal the bet as Sara turned to them.
"You're gonna get hooked if you keep betting guys. It's a dangerous game." She turned back to the words and squinted at them. "Hmmm." The bell sounded and she shrugged her shoulders before following the boys.
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Warrick walked into Grissom as he stopped suddenly. Warrick fumed. "Griss move it would ya." Grissom started to move again and Warrick followed where he was looking and smiled. Sara was looking up at the engraved words on the main building. He didn't say anything but shook his head and nudged Catherine who he had his arm around. She grinned and whispered something in his ear, which man him laugh. Grissom ignored the exchange and followed Sara with his eyes as she disappeared through the doors.
Sara was lying on her bed trying to listen to jazz over the loud thudding noise of the party. She turned the page of her book and sighed. She got up to go to the bathroom. She was about to open her door when it opened suddenly and hit her in the head. "Ow. Jesus." Sara clutched her hands over her forehead before seeing who opened the door. "God damnit."
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" The voice said.
She swore again. "What the hell are you doing? Upstairs is off limits."
"I was looking for the bathroom." Sara peeked at the intruder through splayed fingers and dropped her hands, completely forgetting the small cut on her forehead. He looked at her and started to stammer as her brown eyes took hold of him. "You're.bleeding." He got her to sit down and knelt in front of her. He used the edge of his new dark blue shirt to dab the blood away. She winced. "You ok now?"
"Yeah, thanks." Her anger dropped so suddenly it shocked her. He was knelt in front of her using his shirt to clean the blood, her blood away. He leaned a little closer to look at the cut and smiled at her. "How bad doc?"
He laughed. "Not bad, you got a first aid kit?" She nodded and pointed to the top drawer of her desk.
He placed 2 butterfly stitches over the cut and apologised again. "It's ok. What did you say you were looking for?"
"Bathroom." He packed the box away and placed it back in the draw. He looked up at the shelves that lined the wall.
"Next door down on your right." She said stand next to him.
He nodded and reached for a book. He looked through it and laughed. "I've got this one."
Sara looked at the book. "Really. It's rare."
"I know, one of the first science journals for forensics." He put the book back and observed many more.
"I've only got about 10, but Mum said she'd get me another one when she comes home."
"I have 16."
Sara's eyes widened. "You collect forensic journals?"
"Yep, Yours are in better condition than mine though."
"I read them all the time but don't fold or bend the pages." She showed him as she spoke.
He took the book and looked at it. "That's my flaw. I dock my pages."
She laughed and placed the book back. "My names Sara Sidle."
"Gil Grissom." He shook her hand and cocked his head to one side. "You've not got the same name as Nick."
"No, he's my younger half brother. My mum married his dad. We keep our own names, saves confusion." She smiled at his odd looked. "Some confusion anyway."
"Well, it was nice meeting you Sara."
"You too." She opened her door and pointed. "Down the hall first right." He looked at her puzzled. She laughed and pointed to a green door. "Bathroom."
He blushed. "Thanks."
"Quite alright." Sara watched him walked down the hall and turn back to look at her before he opened the bathroom door. She ducked her head and blushed before walking back into her room and closing her door. She leaned back against it and sighed with a smiled stretching across her face. She completely forgot about the need to go to the toilet and the cut on her head, she couldn't get him out of her head though.
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Three hours later a knock came on her door. "Hey Nick." She called.
He walked in with a plate of biscuits and two hot chocolates. "That's something I'll never get use to Sara."
She moved from her lying position to sit against her headboard. "I can't help it if I know your knock Nicky."
"Wanna chat?" He sat on her bed and handed her a cup; he saw the cut and furrowed his eyebrows. "How did you do that?"
She touched the cut and smiled. "A small accident with a door."
"Oh, pretty good work with the stitches though, you couldn't have done that yourself." He asked with a small smile.
"Nope, had help." She dipped a biscuit in her chocolate and ate it. Nick eyed her carefully. "What?" He smiled a full smile and shrugged.
"I wonder what mum would say about you having boys in your room." He said cheekily into his cup. Sara sent him a warning with her eyes and kicked his knee with her foot.
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The car pulled up out side Catherine's house. Warrick walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight. He got back into the car and Grissom drove back to their flat.
"Where did you go tonight?" Warrick asked turning the air conditioning off.
Grissom looked at him. "No where."
Warrick snorted. "Right, exploring as usually."
"Yeah so?"
"I was just wondering. So, you playing tomorrow or has coach got you assisting?"
"Coaching, but next game I'm playing."
The car pulled up to the curb and they got out. As they entered the flat they had a thought that they should really clean the place. Grissom started cleaning away the kitchen while Warrick sorted the living room. After the cleaning was done Grissom had a shower and climbed into bed. Warrick stayed up and watched the replays from the college baseball games last year.
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The sun came up and shone over the tall building. Nick and Greg were looking at Sara who was looking at the words engraved over the door.
Nick elbowed Greg. "5 bucks she figures it out by the end of the day."
"Nice." Greg and Nick shook hands to seal the bet as Sara turned to them.
"You're gonna get hooked if you keep betting guys. It's a dangerous game." She turned back to the words and squinted at them. "Hmmm." The bell sounded and she shrugged her shoulders before following the boys.
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Warrick walked into Grissom as he stopped suddenly. Warrick fumed. "Griss move it would ya." Grissom started to move again and Warrick followed where he was looking and smiled. Sara was looking up at the engraved words on the main building. He didn't say anything but shook his head and nudged Catherine who he had his arm around. She grinned and whispered something in his ear, which man him laugh. Grissom ignored the exchange and followed Sara with his eyes as she disappeared through the doors.