Chapter 4
Grissom looked up from his paperwork as people walked past his open office door. Catherine and Warrick were laughing and joking with Nick as they headed towards the locker room to head home. Greg bounced out of his lab and landed on Sara. She seemed to scowl at him before smiling tightly and walking away from him. Greg brushed it off and ran into the locker room. Sara continued to walked down the hallway, away from Grissom's office, away from the exit of the building and towards the back of the lab were the reconstruction rooms were.
After a few hours of paperwork and reading through the nights cases, he made his way to the locker room. Pulling out his coat, he noticed Sara's coat on the bench. She must have forgotten it. Picking it up, he grabbed his keys and left the room. The last time he'd seen her was walking toward the reconstruction labs.
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Sara sat down on a wooden table as she looked around the room. She'd been reconstructing her case for the last two hours. She looked down at the floor and watched the blood from the dummy, spread across the large plastic sheet. She didn't feel like having to clean the mess, so decided on a plastic sheet for easy clean up. Watching the blood some more, she noted it's journey as it streamed from the dummy's wounds that the vic had.
"This is the suspicious circs suicide?" Grissom asked quietly as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room towards the dummy sprawled across the floor.
Sara flinched at the sound of his voice, but returned to her notes quickly. "Yeah. Apparently she was missing for 2 hours, but from what the evidence tells me, she was dead a lot longer than 2 hours. Doc Robbins estimates to about 2 days. Someone had to have known the difference between 2 hours and 2 days."
Grissom walked around the plastic sheet and examined the reconstruction carefully. "Blunt force trauma?"
Sara shook her head and jumped off the table. She crouched down beside the dummy, out of the bloods path and pointed at the head and chest simultaneously. "No, the head wound was something sharp, but the chest was a bit of both. Blunt and sharp. Like a handsaw." Standing up, she turned back to the table and picked up two enlarged photo's. "When Doc Robbins examined the wounds closely, he found traces of metal fragments and flecks. I traced them, but nothing came back. So far I have no exact weapon or a suspect. She was found alone by the landlord. She works at a local shop and a friend last saw her 2 hours before her death. Which, according to time of death, is not possible."
"Alibi?" Grissom asked, moving to stand beside her and look at the photo's
"Yes. He was at work and last saw the vic walking around, high as life 2 hours before she was found. But what doesn't get me is that the estimated time of death was 2 days ago." She shook her head and looked at the dummy. "Either he's stuck in a time warp or I'm missing something."
Grissom looked over the photo's and couldn't see anything. His eyes caught movement as Sara moved towards the dummy. She knelt down next the blood pattern. "Got something?" He asked.
Sara pulled a pair of gloves from her pocket and snapped them on. She reached out and traced the trail of blood with a black pen. "I'm just going to make an adjustment." She said quietly and stood up slowly. "I hate hangovers." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
Grissom smirked. "I know what you mean." Sara looked up with a small smile before turning back to the dummy.
Watching her intently as she bent down to pick up the dummy by it's shoulders, he couldn't help himself when his eyes fell to her bare flesh that peeked from between her shirt and pants. His eyes travelled lower without his consent until they landed on her ass. He couldn't pry his eyes from her as she lifted the dummy and pulled it along the plastic sheeting. Grissom managed to look away before Sara turned to him.
"I don't know why, but what if the vic was moved?" She asked and straightened up. She stepped back and pulled a blue pen from her pocket. She knelt against and traced the outline of the extended blood pattern.
Grissom's head snapped down at the photo's in his hands. "By George I think you got it." He grinned.
Sara laughed and stood up. "Well. I don't know what it means, but I guess the eye witness needs questioning again and asked if he moved the body."
Leaving the reconstruction and pulling off her gloves, she picked up her cell and keys. She turned to leave when Grissom reached out his hand. "Sara?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Yeah?"
He didn't say anything for a few seconds as he dropped his head slightly, then lifted it back up. "Erm, you left this in the locker room." He held up her coat. She smiled and took it. She pulled it on and started walking away, when he cleared his throat softly. "Sara?"
"Grissom." She turned to see him walking towards her. "Just say it please." She begged him.
He stood at a safe distance and nodded slowly. "I'm sorry about this morning. I should have done something."
Sara dipped her head and looked at the floor. "Don't worry. We were drunk. I should have said something to Catherine and stopped it."
Grissom shook his head and took a small step closer. "No, not the bar. I mean after that. I should have done something." He closed his eyes and sighed. "I should have gone through with the bet."
Smiling briefly, Sara nodded and shrugged. "Perhaps, but we were drunk. People do stupid things when they're drunk."
He nodded. "Perhaps, but perhaps not." He looked at her and she locked with his eyes as he took another step closer.
"You remember?" She asked hesitantly.
"I do." He grinned and reached out for her hand. "Sara. I'm not good at this sort of thing." He confessed.
Sara looked down at his hand covering hers. "I'm not either."
Grissom looked down at their hands and gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "I guess I should say, that since the beginning of shift, I remember everything that happened. Including how good it felt to fall asleep with you in my arms."
She smiled shyly and looked at him as he closed the short distance to stand directly in front of her. His chest almost touching hers. "I remember too." She took and small breath. "Griss?"
Her eyes closed as he leaned his head inwards, his breath bouncing off her lips. His eyes closed slowly as his name registered. "Yes?"
"Wanna place a bet?" She smiled against his mouth as he growled and chuckled.
"All bets are off." He covered her mouth softly with his and kissed her with such tenderness, she felt weak at the knees and had to grasp onto his waist as he leaned into her more and pulled her body closer to him.
THE END
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Grissom looked up from his paperwork as people walked past his open office door. Catherine and Warrick were laughing and joking with Nick as they headed towards the locker room to head home. Greg bounced out of his lab and landed on Sara. She seemed to scowl at him before smiling tightly and walking away from him. Greg brushed it off and ran into the locker room. Sara continued to walked down the hallway, away from Grissom's office, away from the exit of the building and towards the back of the lab were the reconstruction rooms were.
After a few hours of paperwork and reading through the nights cases, he made his way to the locker room. Pulling out his coat, he noticed Sara's coat on the bench. She must have forgotten it. Picking it up, he grabbed his keys and left the room. The last time he'd seen her was walking toward the reconstruction labs.
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Sara sat down on a wooden table as she looked around the room. She'd been reconstructing her case for the last two hours. She looked down at the floor and watched the blood from the dummy, spread across the large plastic sheet. She didn't feel like having to clean the mess, so decided on a plastic sheet for easy clean up. Watching the blood some more, she noted it's journey as it streamed from the dummy's wounds that the vic had.
"This is the suspicious circs suicide?" Grissom asked quietly as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room towards the dummy sprawled across the floor.
Sara flinched at the sound of his voice, but returned to her notes quickly. "Yeah. Apparently she was missing for 2 hours, but from what the evidence tells me, she was dead a lot longer than 2 hours. Doc Robbins estimates to about 2 days. Someone had to have known the difference between 2 hours and 2 days."
Grissom walked around the plastic sheet and examined the reconstruction carefully. "Blunt force trauma?"
Sara shook her head and jumped off the table. She crouched down beside the dummy, out of the bloods path and pointed at the head and chest simultaneously. "No, the head wound was something sharp, but the chest was a bit of both. Blunt and sharp. Like a handsaw." Standing up, she turned back to the table and picked up two enlarged photo's. "When Doc Robbins examined the wounds closely, he found traces of metal fragments and flecks. I traced them, but nothing came back. So far I have no exact weapon or a suspect. She was found alone by the landlord. She works at a local shop and a friend last saw her 2 hours before her death. Which, according to time of death, is not possible."
"Alibi?" Grissom asked, moving to stand beside her and look at the photo's
"Yes. He was at work and last saw the vic walking around, high as life 2 hours before she was found. But what doesn't get me is that the estimated time of death was 2 days ago." She shook her head and looked at the dummy. "Either he's stuck in a time warp or I'm missing something."
Grissom looked over the photo's and couldn't see anything. His eyes caught movement as Sara moved towards the dummy. She knelt down next the blood pattern. "Got something?" He asked.
Sara pulled a pair of gloves from her pocket and snapped them on. She reached out and traced the trail of blood with a black pen. "I'm just going to make an adjustment." She said quietly and stood up slowly. "I hate hangovers." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
Grissom smirked. "I know what you mean." Sara looked up with a small smile before turning back to the dummy.
Watching her intently as she bent down to pick up the dummy by it's shoulders, he couldn't help himself when his eyes fell to her bare flesh that peeked from between her shirt and pants. His eyes travelled lower without his consent until they landed on her ass. He couldn't pry his eyes from her as she lifted the dummy and pulled it along the plastic sheeting. Grissom managed to look away before Sara turned to him.
"I don't know why, but what if the vic was moved?" She asked and straightened up. She stepped back and pulled a blue pen from her pocket. She knelt against and traced the outline of the extended blood pattern.
Grissom's head snapped down at the photo's in his hands. "By George I think you got it." He grinned.
Sara laughed and stood up. "Well. I don't know what it means, but I guess the eye witness needs questioning again and asked if he moved the body."
Leaving the reconstruction and pulling off her gloves, she picked up her cell and keys. She turned to leave when Grissom reached out his hand. "Sara?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Yeah?"
He didn't say anything for a few seconds as he dropped his head slightly, then lifted it back up. "Erm, you left this in the locker room." He held up her coat. She smiled and took it. She pulled it on and started walking away, when he cleared his throat softly. "Sara?"
"Grissom." She turned to see him walking towards her. "Just say it please." She begged him.
He stood at a safe distance and nodded slowly. "I'm sorry about this morning. I should have done something."
Sara dipped her head and looked at the floor. "Don't worry. We were drunk. I should have said something to Catherine and stopped it."
Grissom shook his head and took a small step closer. "No, not the bar. I mean after that. I should have done something." He closed his eyes and sighed. "I should have gone through with the bet."
Smiling briefly, Sara nodded and shrugged. "Perhaps, but we were drunk. People do stupid things when they're drunk."
He nodded. "Perhaps, but perhaps not." He looked at her and she locked with his eyes as he took another step closer.
"You remember?" She asked hesitantly.
"I do." He grinned and reached out for her hand. "Sara. I'm not good at this sort of thing." He confessed.
Sara looked down at his hand covering hers. "I'm not either."
Grissom looked down at their hands and gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "I guess I should say, that since the beginning of shift, I remember everything that happened. Including how good it felt to fall asleep with you in my arms."
She smiled shyly and looked at him as he closed the short distance to stand directly in front of her. His chest almost touching hers. "I remember too." She took and small breath. "Griss?"
Her eyes closed as he leaned his head inwards, his breath bouncing off her lips. His eyes closed slowly as his name registered. "Yes?"
"Wanna place a bet?" She smiled against his mouth as he growled and chuckled.
"All bets are off." He covered her mouth softly with his and kissed her with such tenderness, she felt weak at the knees and had to grasp onto his waist as he leaned into her more and pulled her body closer to him.
THE END
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