Chapter 3
Six hours later, Grissom still hadn't decided whether Sara had been patronizing him earlier. Not that he was thinking about it, he reminded himself; just idle curiosity about one of his CSIs.
As he was repeating this to himself, another CSI appeared in the doorway. "What can I do for you, Cath?"
She smiled. "Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to check up on how you're feeling. Crazy night last night, eh?"
Grissom shook his head. "I don't remember much of last night, but Sara assures me that I didn't do anything particularly unusual."
Catherine stared at him. "Nothing . . . unusual? You mean that's not unusual for you two?"
"What are you talking about, Catherine?"
His long-time friend continued to regard him with a look that was a cross between amusement and shock. "You . . . Sara . . . pole dance? Kiss? 'C'mon Sara and kiss me'? None of that struck you as particularly . . . unusual?"
Grissom blinked. "Kiss? What kiss? Catherine, I would think you know better than to cause problems by making up stories."
"None of this is made up, Gil. You kissed Sara last night. You also asked her to do a pole dance for you. Do you really not remember?" He shook his head. Catherine continued, "But you said you asked Sara. What did she tell you?"
"She said, and I quote, 'Nothing happened, Grissom. Leave it alone.'"
"Oh. Oh shit . . . I think it's time for me to shut my big mouth. I'm, uh, sorry, Gil." Catherine headed for the door at a near-run, adding as she retreated, "Shift's over. I'll be home if you need to call me, but I recommend you ask Sara, not me, for any more details about last night."
