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Chapter II: Grissom
"Hey Grissom!"
Sara ran towards Grissom's hastily retreating back, ignoring the curious looks of the other lab personnel.
Grissom walked even faster, as his feet and crushed ego would actually allow him, and finally arrived at his place of refuge, his office.
Sara came barging in twenty seconds after he did.
"Grissom, it wasn't what you thought it was," Sara started, closing the door behind her.
"May I please sit? I'm a bit out of breath here."
Grissom let out an audible sigh. "No, you may not. I'm not even sitting yet."
"Then you ought to. You're obviously a bit tired, too."
Grissom just looked at her.
"Fine. Look, Griss, it really isn't what you think it is. It was a silly thing –"
Grissom cut her off. "Sara, I didn't even think of anything. You don't need to explain anything to me."
Sara was about to sigh a breath of relief when Grissom seemed to regain his composure, and had a sudden burst of inspiration. He started to speak again.
"However, something just occurred to me."
Sara arched an eyebrow at her supervisor.
"You do know that there are rules about office romances, don't you?"
"Office romance?!! Grissom, I just told you it meant nothing!"
"Is there something going on between you and Greg?"
"No!"
"Then what I saw – which I could classify as public display of affection – was just a figment of my imagination?"
"Well, no."
"Then you and Greg are involved."
"For the millionth time, no."
"Well, then I'm confused."
"I was about to explain to you, but you kept cutting me off! You see, Greg and I were bickering as usual and to shut him up I gave him a kiss."
Grissom seemed more annoyed. "So you give kisses away for free now, just to shut people up? Next thing I know you'll be kissing Hodges in trace. Or Brass in a crime scene."
"Look, what I do in my own time is my business." Sara, too, was getting annoyed.
"But you're in the lab, for God's sake!" Grissom was now looking a bit flushed.
Sara didn't react. Now that she thought of it, her explanation did seem implausible. She didn't know what else to say.
Grissom's office was filled with silence, the air burning with tension.
Grissom just stood there, tight-fisted.
"Why am I so angry?" He thought.
"Why is he so angry?" She thought.
Sara was the first to speak up.
"I'm sorry."
It took all Sara's energy to keep her from adding, "Are you jealous?"
But she knew what the answer would be to that. Of course he wasn't jealous. Why would he be? He turned me down, didn't he?
"I'm sorry too, Sara. I-I just got a bit …" Grissom's voice trailed off.
"A bit what, Griss?" Sara decided to push.
"Nothing." Grissom replied, looking down.
"Are you okay?" Sara tried again.
"Yeah," he said with a nod, signaling the end of the conversation.
~tbc~