Chapter 3
Morgue
Robbins unveiled the body and grinned. "Simple blunt force trauma. What's next?"
Sara chuckled lightly. "You have had way too much coffee Doc."
He looked almost horrified at the insinuation and gave a mock shock look. "Sara Sidle how could you say such a thing?" She shook her head and looked down at the body.
Grissom watched the two and turned when the strangest character walked into the room. "Gil." He almost sounded surprised.
"Brian, what are you doing down here?" Grissom asked turning to the sheriff.
"I wanted to talk to Sidle as it seems her cell's turned off." He pointed at Sara and waved her to follow.
"Sheriff I'm working and I turn my cell off whenever I come down to morgue. Respect the dead and all." She looked at Robbins and shook her head.
"Can you come with me?" He asked. Sara glared at him. "Fine, my office when you're finished please."
Grissom stared at the doors swinging and then Sara. "Something you want to share?"
"Nope. I have no idea what he wants but I'm not giving up my time with you two to be with him." She grinned and received two amused laughs.
Break Room
Sara sat down three hours later and groaned as her feet protested to being dragged up onto the couch. She lay down and closed her eyes. The door opened and the last thing she knew she was going to get was peace and quiet. She dragged her body out of the room.
Warrick looked up as she left and grinned. "The Sidle bot is tired." He chuckled with sympathy.
Nick smacked his head. "Leave the Sidle bot alone." He smirked and turned to watch Sara enter the locker room.
Locker Room
That's where he found her after twenty minutes of searching. They were working a case and she disappeared. He sits on the bench by her sock-clad feet and watches her sleep stretched out across the bench. Her toes curl and she moans lightly as she tries to stretch. Grissom just managed to stop her from falling on the floor by placing a firm hand on her thigh. Sara woke up then and rubbed her eyes. Before she managed to comprehend what was going on. She reached out to her thigh when she felt pressure there. She looked up when her hand came in contact with something large and warm, Grissom's hand. She stared at him and grasped his hand as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Feeling my leg for any particular reason Griss?" She said with a blank tired expression.
Grissom cleared his throat and looked down at their hands. "You nearly fell off the bench. It was that or the first thing I could grope for." He chuckled at his words and looked up.
She was grinning. "Oh ok."
"Um, we have a case. You want to sleep longer or check the vics clothes?"
She slipped on her shoes. "Work, seeing as sleeping is very dangerous." Grissom laughed and pulled her up. "You can let go you know." She said softly raising her hand.
Grissom pursed his lips. "I thought you were holding mine sorry." He smirked at her and let go. "Come on, work beckons." He held the door open for her.
Layout Room
Sara looks up from the shirt she was examining to see Ecklie walking down the corridor talking to Mobley. She excused herself for a few minutes.
Grissom watches her approach the dayshift supervisor and sheriff. She pats both of them on the shoulders so they turn and when they did they ushered her into an empty room. He sits down and pulls out his notebook. * Sidle approaches Mobley and Ecklie. They leave the open hallway to the privacy of the layout room. * She obviously knows something or is involved some how. He leans on his hand and sighs. What if Ecklie is the runner, Mobley or Sara could be the lead. Something just wasn't right. He'd suspected Ecklie as the boss but he never slipped up. Mobley was more nervous when it involved the morgue or moving bodies to bury or cremate them. But Sara? Grissom rubbed his face and closed his eyes in his hands as he leaned on the table.
"Maybe you should go home." Grissom snapped his head up at the sound of her voice. "You're tired Griss, go home."
He shook his head. "I'm fine Sara let's get back to work." She looked at him and her smile that was there one minute was gone the next. His tone was cold and it worried her that she said or did something wrong to get such a reaction. She nodded and continued working in silence for the rest of the shift.
Sara's House
She sat down on the couch, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. What happened? He was nice and flirting with her one minute then... She sat up, walked to her bathroom and showered. For Christ's sakes he was touching her thigh. Granted it was to stop her from falling off the bench but he didn't remove his hand from hers afterwards. What was going on? Standing under the spray she closed her eyes and let the tension from her body fall away with the hot water and steam.
Outside Sara's House
Grissom sat in his car down the street from Sara's house. He could still see the front door but the inside couldn't see him. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. He opened the file he asked for and read through it thoroughly. Ecklie seems to have an extensive record from forgery, bribery, robbery, drugs and selling illegal goods. If this was so, then why and how was he working at the lab? Grissom pulled out his cell phone and hovered over the dial button. God he can't. He just can't. It's gone too far and now he can't do his job, he can't call and request her file. He would feel like he's betraying her, hurting her and if she found out what would she do? But she can't find out, it would only be him and unit that know. He dropped his head and groaned angrily. He needed to do his job and shut his emotions away like he was trained to. Pressing the button, he shakily raised it to his ear. "Grissom, Gil. Requesting Sara Sidle's file." He shut his cell and threw it down. He'd done his job. He had to check. It was necessary.
Sara Sidle's House
She pulls the covers over her and sinks into the soft mattress. He's going to pull away again she can feel it in her bones. He's going to go back to ignoring her and maybe in a few months he would apologise. She held her hands and pushed them under her pillow. Her head turned into the feather filled case and let the tears that she promise wouldn't fall. fall.
Morgue
Robbins unveiled the body and grinned. "Simple blunt force trauma. What's next?"
Sara chuckled lightly. "You have had way too much coffee Doc."
He looked almost horrified at the insinuation and gave a mock shock look. "Sara Sidle how could you say such a thing?" She shook her head and looked down at the body.
Grissom watched the two and turned when the strangest character walked into the room. "Gil." He almost sounded surprised.
"Brian, what are you doing down here?" Grissom asked turning to the sheriff.
"I wanted to talk to Sidle as it seems her cell's turned off." He pointed at Sara and waved her to follow.
"Sheriff I'm working and I turn my cell off whenever I come down to morgue. Respect the dead and all." She looked at Robbins and shook her head.
"Can you come with me?" He asked. Sara glared at him. "Fine, my office when you're finished please."
Grissom stared at the doors swinging and then Sara. "Something you want to share?"
"Nope. I have no idea what he wants but I'm not giving up my time with you two to be with him." She grinned and received two amused laughs.
Break Room
Sara sat down three hours later and groaned as her feet protested to being dragged up onto the couch. She lay down and closed her eyes. The door opened and the last thing she knew she was going to get was peace and quiet. She dragged her body out of the room.
Warrick looked up as she left and grinned. "The Sidle bot is tired." He chuckled with sympathy.
Nick smacked his head. "Leave the Sidle bot alone." He smirked and turned to watch Sara enter the locker room.
Locker Room
That's where he found her after twenty minutes of searching. They were working a case and she disappeared. He sits on the bench by her sock-clad feet and watches her sleep stretched out across the bench. Her toes curl and she moans lightly as she tries to stretch. Grissom just managed to stop her from falling on the floor by placing a firm hand on her thigh. Sara woke up then and rubbed her eyes. Before she managed to comprehend what was going on. She reached out to her thigh when she felt pressure there. She looked up when her hand came in contact with something large and warm, Grissom's hand. She stared at him and grasped his hand as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Feeling my leg for any particular reason Griss?" She said with a blank tired expression.
Grissom cleared his throat and looked down at their hands. "You nearly fell off the bench. It was that or the first thing I could grope for." He chuckled at his words and looked up.
She was grinning. "Oh ok."
"Um, we have a case. You want to sleep longer or check the vics clothes?"
She slipped on her shoes. "Work, seeing as sleeping is very dangerous." Grissom laughed and pulled her up. "You can let go you know." She said softly raising her hand.
Grissom pursed his lips. "I thought you were holding mine sorry." He smirked at her and let go. "Come on, work beckons." He held the door open for her.
Layout Room
Sara looks up from the shirt she was examining to see Ecklie walking down the corridor talking to Mobley. She excused herself for a few minutes.
Grissom watches her approach the dayshift supervisor and sheriff. She pats both of them on the shoulders so they turn and when they did they ushered her into an empty room. He sits down and pulls out his notebook. * Sidle approaches Mobley and Ecklie. They leave the open hallway to the privacy of the layout room. * She obviously knows something or is involved some how. He leans on his hand and sighs. What if Ecklie is the runner, Mobley or Sara could be the lead. Something just wasn't right. He'd suspected Ecklie as the boss but he never slipped up. Mobley was more nervous when it involved the morgue or moving bodies to bury or cremate them. But Sara? Grissom rubbed his face and closed his eyes in his hands as he leaned on the table.
"Maybe you should go home." Grissom snapped his head up at the sound of her voice. "You're tired Griss, go home."
He shook his head. "I'm fine Sara let's get back to work." She looked at him and her smile that was there one minute was gone the next. His tone was cold and it worried her that she said or did something wrong to get such a reaction. She nodded and continued working in silence for the rest of the shift.
Sara's House
She sat down on the couch, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. What happened? He was nice and flirting with her one minute then... She sat up, walked to her bathroom and showered. For Christ's sakes he was touching her thigh. Granted it was to stop her from falling off the bench but he didn't remove his hand from hers afterwards. What was going on? Standing under the spray she closed her eyes and let the tension from her body fall away with the hot water and steam.
Outside Sara's House
Grissom sat in his car down the street from Sara's house. He could still see the front door but the inside couldn't see him. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. He opened the file he asked for and read through it thoroughly. Ecklie seems to have an extensive record from forgery, bribery, robbery, drugs and selling illegal goods. If this was so, then why and how was he working at the lab? Grissom pulled out his cell phone and hovered over the dial button. God he can't. He just can't. It's gone too far and now he can't do his job, he can't call and request her file. He would feel like he's betraying her, hurting her and if she found out what would she do? But she can't find out, it would only be him and unit that know. He dropped his head and groaned angrily. He needed to do his job and shut his emotions away like he was trained to. Pressing the button, he shakily raised it to his ear. "Grissom, Gil. Requesting Sara Sidle's file." He shut his cell and threw it down. He'd done his job. He had to check. It was necessary.
Sara Sidle's House
She pulls the covers over her and sinks into the soft mattress. He's going to pull away again she can feel it in her bones. He's going to go back to ignoring her and maybe in a few months he would apologise. She held her hands and pushed them under her pillow. Her head turned into the feather filled case and let the tears that she promise wouldn't fall. fall.