Chapter 8
Sara had sat there for twenty minutes after practise waiting for Grissom to show and when he didn't her heart ached. She was looking forward to seeing him despite what Catherine had told her. Just because he likes dead bodies, has been out with a few girls, and is really stubborn at times didn't one bit put her off. Her mother always told her to follow your heart and when she did, was left sitting on the bleachers alone.
The only thought was that he must not have felt the way she did when they first saw each other. She picked up her bag and made her way straight to the library.
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Grissom was sat at his desk staring at the picture of his mother. He sighed sadly and dropped his eyes to the wooden desk.
Warrick knocked on the door and poked his head in. "You want something to eat?" Grissom didn't turned, just shook his head. "Griss you gotta eat."
"I'm not hungry." He pushed his head into his hands.
"Ok." Warrick took one last look at his friend's back with concern.
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Never has two weeks gone by so slowly. Nick's dad and Sara's mum decided to come home for 3 days then left to visit family down south. Nick threw another party the night they left and it was more of a success than the first, with one exception. Sara stayed in her room the entire time.
Warrick tried to drag Grissom to the party, but he took his car and drove west for a week. Catherine assured Grissom she didn't say anything, but he knew her.
Greg blew himself up a few more times during chemistry and was sent to the doctor to remove a piece of test tube from his hand. He walked around with a thick bandage on for four days and got straight back to blowing things up the minute the bandage was off.
Nick was seeing Nicola every weekend and she introduced her friend Libby to Greg and they seemed to hit it off straight away. She managed to talk him into blowing himself up twice a week and not everyday.
Sara spent much of her time in the library, home studying, out running or reading.
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The bleachers were full as the away team lost to Tammerworth's baseball team. Greg, Nicola and Libby cheered Nick on when he hit two home runs. Sara watched the game from the IT lab window. She promised Nick she'd watch and that's what she did. Warrick and Catherine could be seen standing by the dugout talking to someone in the shadows. When another home run was hit they all turned and cheered. Although she couldn't she who it was in the shadows, she had a good idea.
She wasn't angry with him, just upset with herself that she didn't tell him how much she liked him, whether he felt the same way or not. It was becoming easy to stay away from people as she found out when she arrived early and left late. It worked occasionally, but now and then she would see him talking to Warrick or some other person. He would look at her then look away quickly.
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He saw her standing in the computer lab window watching the game. Warrick and Catherine were talking to him about the party and what he had missed while he was away. He didn't catch most of it, just the bits about Nick and Sara's house party and Greg being sent to the doctors.
At times when he saw her he would glance at her and look away before she saw him. He hadn't seen her at lunchtimes, on the bleachers talking to Nick or Greg, not even standing in front of the main building in the morning staring at the words were he mustered the courage to talk to her. He immersed himself in his studies and baseball practice to keep his mind from thinking about her.
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Nick was sitting on the couch watching TV with Nicola, Greg and Libby when Sara came home.
"How was the library?" Nick asked looking over the couch as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Quiet." She mumbled.
Nick frowned and followed her. "Sara you ok?"
She grabbed a coke and cookies from the fridge. "Yeah I fine."
"You're not sis." He removed the items from her hands, placing them on the counter. "C'mere." He pulled her into a hug. "You've been like this for over two weeks Sara and that's not good. What's up?"
"Nothing, just down that's all." She said into his shoulder.
He rubbed her back and sighed. "Why don't you go see him."
Sara pulled back and picked up her snacks. "Who?" She deliberately asked and stalked off to her room.
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Catherine sat in the kitchen drinking her coffee as she watched Grissom move around the kitchen. "Gil?"
He pulled out a pie from the oven and started cutting it into slices. "Yeah?"
"You alright?" She knew the answer and got exactly what she was expecting.
"I'm fine." He pushed a plate towards her as Warrick sat down. "You want some?"
Warrick nodded. "Thanks." They ate in silence.
Chapter 9
Greg decided to walk Libby home, while Nick escorted Nicola to her car. Sara was sat munching and reading when Nick wondered into her room ten minutes later.
"You'd talk to mum if she were here wouldn't you?" He asked kneeling against the bed.
She nodded. "Why?"
"Did you talk to her when she came home for a few days?" She shook her head. "It might have helped, if you don't talk to me who else are you going to?"
"I talk to you." She objected.
"No Sara not about the things you do with mum." His seriousness was starting to be highly amusing.
"You really want to know about women's things?" She asked lightly.
He grinned at her. "Not really, but you know what I mean."
"I do and no."
"Sara, go see him."
"I don't want to." He reached out and took the book from her hands. "Give that back Nick."
Nick looked at the book. "This is the one he lent you isn't it?"
She snatched it back. "So what if it is?"
"You've read it several times already Sara. Maybe you should take it back." He suggested giving her the huge hint.
She knew what he was doing and although it was a good idea, she still had one problem. "I don't know were he lives Nicky, so that idea of yours is useless."
Nick frowned and nodded. "Your right. Erm. I can try and find out."
"No, let it alone Nick." Sara got up and left her room.
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"How many times do I have to apologise Gil?" Catherine asked as he picked at his food.
"You don't." He pushed his plate away.
"I talked to Nick the other day and he said she was moping around. Spending all her time at the library long into the night, stuck at home and avoiding as many people as possible. He's really worried about her." Catherine said as watched him cleaned his plate.
"You know, I don't care." Her jaw dropped at his bluntness.
"If that's so why are you walking around like someone broke your heart?" Catherine knew she was being harsh.
He looked at her, really looked at her.
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It was the last day of the week and Nick was spending the night at Nicola's, while Sara went to the library to study. She didn't want to be in the house on her own again and soon found herself walking up and down the large library looking for a book she needed for her anatomy paper.
She stretched to reach the book on the top shelf and although she was tall, still couldn't reach. She looked around for a stool, but found none. So she stood on the second shelf carefully and pried the book from its captivity. Firmly holding the book in one hand she tried to step down, but lost her footing.
Before she could blink someone had there arms around her waist, steadying her. "Thanks."
"You welcome." Sara slipped off the shelf at the sound of his voice.
He grabbed her tightly and pulled her to him before she touched the floor. "Careful." He put her down gently.
"Gil.Sorry. you.you scared me." She stammered realising he still had his arms around her.
He smiled. "Do you always stammer or are you just nervous?"
Sara laughed putting her hands on his upper arms to balance as she spoke. "Nervous."
Letting go slowly he looked into her brown eyes. "What were you trying to get before falling into my arms?"
Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment. "A book."
He grinned. "Obviously, this is a library." He picked up the book from the floor and read the title out loud. "'The Encyclopaedia for the Human Anatomy.'"
Taking the book from him she explained. "I have to do a paper."
"Ah. I see." He followed her down the aisle to a large desk covered in papers and books and one other book in particular. He pushed the papers out of the way and picked it up. Sara watched him as she packed her things away. "You've read this a lot." He said examining the binding and straight pages. "And undocked my pages."
He looked up at her as she still put books into her bag. "I." She shrugged. "I had a feeling you knew what you had docked and didn't mind me straightening them."
"Your right. I do undock them when I've finished reading, but I hadn't finished it."
She closed her bag and shrugged her shoulders again. "I stuck a post-it on the page you stopped at."
Watching her don her jacket, he picked up her bag before she could. "I'll carry that, looks heavy."
"No, you don't have to. It's always heavy." She tried to reach for the bag, but he pulled it away.
He shook his head. "If I'm giving you a lift let me carry your bag."
They started towards the front desk. Sara checked the book out and turned to him. "Who said I need a lift?"
His eyebrows raised. "Your not walking home at this time, its dark and god knows who lurking in the shadows."
Sara stared at his bright sparkling blue eyes. "I do most nights." His face fell. "But if you're offering."
"Come on and we can stop at my place on the way to yours." He opened the door for her.
"Why?" She followed him to his car.
Opening the car door for her he said. "I did a paper on human anatomy last term. I still have it if you'd like to read it."
She nodded and smiled. "I'd like that."
Sara had sat there for twenty minutes after practise waiting for Grissom to show and when he didn't her heart ached. She was looking forward to seeing him despite what Catherine had told her. Just because he likes dead bodies, has been out with a few girls, and is really stubborn at times didn't one bit put her off. Her mother always told her to follow your heart and when she did, was left sitting on the bleachers alone.
The only thought was that he must not have felt the way she did when they first saw each other. She picked up her bag and made her way straight to the library.
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Grissom was sat at his desk staring at the picture of his mother. He sighed sadly and dropped his eyes to the wooden desk.
Warrick knocked on the door and poked his head in. "You want something to eat?" Grissom didn't turned, just shook his head. "Griss you gotta eat."
"I'm not hungry." He pushed his head into his hands.
"Ok." Warrick took one last look at his friend's back with concern.
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Never has two weeks gone by so slowly. Nick's dad and Sara's mum decided to come home for 3 days then left to visit family down south. Nick threw another party the night they left and it was more of a success than the first, with one exception. Sara stayed in her room the entire time.
Warrick tried to drag Grissom to the party, but he took his car and drove west for a week. Catherine assured Grissom she didn't say anything, but he knew her.
Greg blew himself up a few more times during chemistry and was sent to the doctor to remove a piece of test tube from his hand. He walked around with a thick bandage on for four days and got straight back to blowing things up the minute the bandage was off.
Nick was seeing Nicola every weekend and she introduced her friend Libby to Greg and they seemed to hit it off straight away. She managed to talk him into blowing himself up twice a week and not everyday.
Sara spent much of her time in the library, home studying, out running or reading.
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The bleachers were full as the away team lost to Tammerworth's baseball team. Greg, Nicola and Libby cheered Nick on when he hit two home runs. Sara watched the game from the IT lab window. She promised Nick she'd watch and that's what she did. Warrick and Catherine could be seen standing by the dugout talking to someone in the shadows. When another home run was hit they all turned and cheered. Although she couldn't she who it was in the shadows, she had a good idea.
She wasn't angry with him, just upset with herself that she didn't tell him how much she liked him, whether he felt the same way or not. It was becoming easy to stay away from people as she found out when she arrived early and left late. It worked occasionally, but now and then she would see him talking to Warrick or some other person. He would look at her then look away quickly.
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He saw her standing in the computer lab window watching the game. Warrick and Catherine were talking to him about the party and what he had missed while he was away. He didn't catch most of it, just the bits about Nick and Sara's house party and Greg being sent to the doctors.
At times when he saw her he would glance at her and look away before she saw him. He hadn't seen her at lunchtimes, on the bleachers talking to Nick or Greg, not even standing in front of the main building in the morning staring at the words were he mustered the courage to talk to her. He immersed himself in his studies and baseball practice to keep his mind from thinking about her.
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Nick was sitting on the couch watching TV with Nicola, Greg and Libby when Sara came home.
"How was the library?" Nick asked looking over the couch as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Quiet." She mumbled.
Nick frowned and followed her. "Sara you ok?"
She grabbed a coke and cookies from the fridge. "Yeah I fine."
"You're not sis." He removed the items from her hands, placing them on the counter. "C'mere." He pulled her into a hug. "You've been like this for over two weeks Sara and that's not good. What's up?"
"Nothing, just down that's all." She said into his shoulder.
He rubbed her back and sighed. "Why don't you go see him."
Sara pulled back and picked up her snacks. "Who?" She deliberately asked and stalked off to her room.
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Catherine sat in the kitchen drinking her coffee as she watched Grissom move around the kitchen. "Gil?"
He pulled out a pie from the oven and started cutting it into slices. "Yeah?"
"You alright?" She knew the answer and got exactly what she was expecting.
"I'm fine." He pushed a plate towards her as Warrick sat down. "You want some?"
Warrick nodded. "Thanks." They ate in silence.
Chapter 9
Greg decided to walk Libby home, while Nick escorted Nicola to her car. Sara was sat munching and reading when Nick wondered into her room ten minutes later.
"You'd talk to mum if she were here wouldn't you?" He asked kneeling against the bed.
She nodded. "Why?"
"Did you talk to her when she came home for a few days?" She shook her head. "It might have helped, if you don't talk to me who else are you going to?"
"I talk to you." She objected.
"No Sara not about the things you do with mum." His seriousness was starting to be highly amusing.
"You really want to know about women's things?" She asked lightly.
He grinned at her. "Not really, but you know what I mean."
"I do and no."
"Sara, go see him."
"I don't want to." He reached out and took the book from her hands. "Give that back Nick."
Nick looked at the book. "This is the one he lent you isn't it?"
She snatched it back. "So what if it is?"
"You've read it several times already Sara. Maybe you should take it back." He suggested giving her the huge hint.
She knew what he was doing and although it was a good idea, she still had one problem. "I don't know were he lives Nicky, so that idea of yours is useless."
Nick frowned and nodded. "Your right. Erm. I can try and find out."
"No, let it alone Nick." Sara got up and left her room.
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"How many times do I have to apologise Gil?" Catherine asked as he picked at his food.
"You don't." He pushed his plate away.
"I talked to Nick the other day and he said she was moping around. Spending all her time at the library long into the night, stuck at home and avoiding as many people as possible. He's really worried about her." Catherine said as watched him cleaned his plate.
"You know, I don't care." Her jaw dropped at his bluntness.
"If that's so why are you walking around like someone broke your heart?" Catherine knew she was being harsh.
He looked at her, really looked at her.
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It was the last day of the week and Nick was spending the night at Nicola's, while Sara went to the library to study. She didn't want to be in the house on her own again and soon found herself walking up and down the large library looking for a book she needed for her anatomy paper.
She stretched to reach the book on the top shelf and although she was tall, still couldn't reach. She looked around for a stool, but found none. So she stood on the second shelf carefully and pried the book from its captivity. Firmly holding the book in one hand she tried to step down, but lost her footing.
Before she could blink someone had there arms around her waist, steadying her. "Thanks."
"You welcome." Sara slipped off the shelf at the sound of his voice.
He grabbed her tightly and pulled her to him before she touched the floor. "Careful." He put her down gently.
"Gil.Sorry. you.you scared me." She stammered realising he still had his arms around her.
He smiled. "Do you always stammer or are you just nervous?"
Sara laughed putting her hands on his upper arms to balance as she spoke. "Nervous."
Letting go slowly he looked into her brown eyes. "What were you trying to get before falling into my arms?"
Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment. "A book."
He grinned. "Obviously, this is a library." He picked up the book from the floor and read the title out loud. "'The Encyclopaedia for the Human Anatomy.'"
Taking the book from him she explained. "I have to do a paper."
"Ah. I see." He followed her down the aisle to a large desk covered in papers and books and one other book in particular. He pushed the papers out of the way and picked it up. Sara watched him as she packed her things away. "You've read this a lot." He said examining the binding and straight pages. "And undocked my pages."
He looked up at her as she still put books into her bag. "I." She shrugged. "I had a feeling you knew what you had docked and didn't mind me straightening them."
"Your right. I do undock them when I've finished reading, but I hadn't finished it."
She closed her bag and shrugged her shoulders again. "I stuck a post-it on the page you stopped at."
Watching her don her jacket, he picked up her bag before she could. "I'll carry that, looks heavy."
"No, you don't have to. It's always heavy." She tried to reach for the bag, but he pulled it away.
He shook his head. "If I'm giving you a lift let me carry your bag."
They started towards the front desk. Sara checked the book out and turned to him. "Who said I need a lift?"
His eyebrows raised. "Your not walking home at this time, its dark and god knows who lurking in the shadows."
Sara stared at his bright sparkling blue eyes. "I do most nights." His face fell. "But if you're offering."
"Come on and we can stop at my place on the way to yours." He opened the door for her.
"Why?" She followed him to his car.
Opening the car door for her he said. "I did a paper on human anatomy last term. I still have it if you'd like to read it."
She nodded and smiled. "I'd like that."