Chapter 4
Weeks Later: Motel Room 214
"Yeah, he went away for 2 days and came back yesterday evening. He came by the lab and talked to Sidle. Yeah I know. I'll check into it and secondly, Mobley was snooping around Sidle and Ecklie the day before Ecklie left." Grissom listened to the caller and wrote down some notes. "Sure. I'll be in place in two days." He hung up and looked down at his scribbling.
The notes he'd taken were neat in the centre of the lined paper, but the outside was filled with sketches and WordArt. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd worked with her many times since he started to put a wall between them. She seemed to try and think of something to say or ask when they were alone, but the words never came and he didn't make it easy for her or him. He backed away so fast he himself was dizzy. Usually his missions would stay silent until it was ready and 6 years was his longest mission. Sure he'd been undercover for the best part of 4 years before but this was the first where he had got close to everyone he worked with, especially one of those people and it was tearing him apart from the inside out. He so desperately wanted to feel her skin, her hand in his, her warmth next to him, hear her voice. He traced one sketch with his fingers. Her face was so beautiful and it was all he saw in his sleep, when he closed his eyes and when ever he felt alone. She was working her way to his heart too fast and his whole world was about ready to crumble, but he put a stop to it weeks ago.
He stood and went to shower and get ready for work. He stood in the shower with his hands spread before him to hold his body up against the onslaught of hot water. Why was she so intent on clouding his brain and embedding herself in his soul? His head rest against the cold wall as he was close to loosing control and break down because she was unwilling to let him go. He was unwilling to let her go.
Break Room
Sara sat on the couch with a coffee in one hand and biscuit in the other while she read a book that was sat in her lap. Nick watched her from the coffee pot with concerned eyes. She had barely said a word all week let alone the past few weeks. It was getting worrying and he didn't worry easily. "Sara."
She didn't look up. "Nick."
Nick smiled and drank some of his coffee. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tomorrow seeing as it's your night off and I can get a few hours off." He shrugged as she looked up.
"I'm sorry Nick. I don't need cheering up nor need to talk to anyone and I'm not good company at the moment. Maybe another time." He nodded and left the room. She looked back down at her book and then the person sitting across from her. He was listening to a taped interview and signing reports. She noticed him look down quickly as she turned to him.
"Sara, Gil. There's a db on the strip outside the motel on 5th." Grissom nodded at Brass and packed the reports away. Sara was already up and out the door.
Crime Scene
"Didn't expect to see you during the evening Gil." Grissom turned from the body and shook his head. The man nodded and walked away.
Sara looked across the body at the nicely dress man that just spoke to Grissom. He seemed too dressed up for this side of town. "A friend Grissom?" She asked getting back to the body.
He didn't say anything for a long time and when he did it was to say. "I'm going to look around." She chose to ignore him and barely nodded.
If he couldn't be bothered to answer an innocent question then what was the point in talking at all. When he walked away Sara pulled out her cell and dialled Nick.
Grissom came back with a piece of paper in his hands and a sealed envelope under his arm. Sara didn't question because she knew he wouldn't answer. Just then Nick pulled up and smiled widely at Sara. Grissom eyed them as Sara wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and kissed his cheek. She then pulled her keys from her pocket and drove off. Nick approached Grissom and clasped his hands together. "What we got?"
"What just happened?" Grissom asked watching the taillights of Sara's car fade away.
Nick crouched over the body and continued Sara's work. "She's not well so she called me. I offered to cover for her and she went home."
"She didn't say anything to me." He stood there not knowing what to say or do.
Grissom looked down at Nick as he snorted. "Oh course not." He looked up. "Griss what's going on with you lately?" He asked completely confused.
"Nothing." He lied and Nick saw through it. "Let's get back to work."
Two Days Later: Grissom's Office
He opens the file hesitantly as he reads the note attached - Nothing conclusive.
Possibly because he's over reacting and she doesn't have a record. When he starts reading, but there's nothing that would bring him to believe that she was involved with Mobley and Ecklie. He's finally got two suspects and all he needed now was evidence of the pick up drivers increased pay check, the coroners needed to be cleared, Mobley needed watching and he needed to get this done in 8 hours.
As he is getting up his pager goes off - 911: Back Up at 322 Jefferson. - Grissom closes the file and rushes out.
One Hour Later: Grissom's Office
Let's just pop the file down and leave, easy as pie. Sara psyched herself up as she walked over the threshold of his office. Ok, in and out. She dropped the file and some papers flew to the floor.
"Shit." She cursed on a whisper. She knelt down by his chair and gathered the loose papers when one paper caught her eye, only because her name was typed at the top. She pulled herself up and sat down in his chair. Why was my name on this? She new she shouldn't, but her name was on it and she couldn't not read it. Reading the page she was mortified and when it floated to the desk she noticed a file with her name in the top right corner.
SIDLE, SARA TOP SECRET FILE
DELIVERED TO GRISSOM, GIL Col
Sara stared at it in shock and after a few minutes her blood started to boil. She collected bits together with her name on it and when she lifted the full file off the desk a post-it was stuck to the back. Pulling it away she noticed the address. Ok, she was mad and upset and getting very and extremely pissed.
Weeks Later: Motel Room 214
"Yeah, he went away for 2 days and came back yesterday evening. He came by the lab and talked to Sidle. Yeah I know. I'll check into it and secondly, Mobley was snooping around Sidle and Ecklie the day before Ecklie left." Grissom listened to the caller and wrote down some notes. "Sure. I'll be in place in two days." He hung up and looked down at his scribbling.
The notes he'd taken were neat in the centre of the lined paper, but the outside was filled with sketches and WordArt. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd worked with her many times since he started to put a wall between them. She seemed to try and think of something to say or ask when they were alone, but the words never came and he didn't make it easy for her or him. He backed away so fast he himself was dizzy. Usually his missions would stay silent until it was ready and 6 years was his longest mission. Sure he'd been undercover for the best part of 4 years before but this was the first where he had got close to everyone he worked with, especially one of those people and it was tearing him apart from the inside out. He so desperately wanted to feel her skin, her hand in his, her warmth next to him, hear her voice. He traced one sketch with his fingers. Her face was so beautiful and it was all he saw in his sleep, when he closed his eyes and when ever he felt alone. She was working her way to his heart too fast and his whole world was about ready to crumble, but he put a stop to it weeks ago.
He stood and went to shower and get ready for work. He stood in the shower with his hands spread before him to hold his body up against the onslaught of hot water. Why was she so intent on clouding his brain and embedding herself in his soul? His head rest against the cold wall as he was close to loosing control and break down because she was unwilling to let him go. He was unwilling to let her go.
Break Room
Sara sat on the couch with a coffee in one hand and biscuit in the other while she read a book that was sat in her lap. Nick watched her from the coffee pot with concerned eyes. She had barely said a word all week let alone the past few weeks. It was getting worrying and he didn't worry easily. "Sara."
She didn't look up. "Nick."
Nick smiled and drank some of his coffee. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tomorrow seeing as it's your night off and I can get a few hours off." He shrugged as she looked up.
"I'm sorry Nick. I don't need cheering up nor need to talk to anyone and I'm not good company at the moment. Maybe another time." He nodded and left the room. She looked back down at her book and then the person sitting across from her. He was listening to a taped interview and signing reports. She noticed him look down quickly as she turned to him.
"Sara, Gil. There's a db on the strip outside the motel on 5th." Grissom nodded at Brass and packed the reports away. Sara was already up and out the door.
Crime Scene
"Didn't expect to see you during the evening Gil." Grissom turned from the body and shook his head. The man nodded and walked away.
Sara looked across the body at the nicely dress man that just spoke to Grissom. He seemed too dressed up for this side of town. "A friend Grissom?" She asked getting back to the body.
He didn't say anything for a long time and when he did it was to say. "I'm going to look around." She chose to ignore him and barely nodded.
If he couldn't be bothered to answer an innocent question then what was the point in talking at all. When he walked away Sara pulled out her cell and dialled Nick.
Grissom came back with a piece of paper in his hands and a sealed envelope under his arm. Sara didn't question because she knew he wouldn't answer. Just then Nick pulled up and smiled widely at Sara. Grissom eyed them as Sara wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and kissed his cheek. She then pulled her keys from her pocket and drove off. Nick approached Grissom and clasped his hands together. "What we got?"
"What just happened?" Grissom asked watching the taillights of Sara's car fade away.
Nick crouched over the body and continued Sara's work. "She's not well so she called me. I offered to cover for her and she went home."
"She didn't say anything to me." He stood there not knowing what to say or do.
Grissom looked down at Nick as he snorted. "Oh course not." He looked up. "Griss what's going on with you lately?" He asked completely confused.
"Nothing." He lied and Nick saw through it. "Let's get back to work."
Two Days Later: Grissom's Office
He opens the file hesitantly as he reads the note attached - Nothing conclusive.
Possibly because he's over reacting and she doesn't have a record. When he starts reading, but there's nothing that would bring him to believe that she was involved with Mobley and Ecklie. He's finally got two suspects and all he needed now was evidence of the pick up drivers increased pay check, the coroners needed to be cleared, Mobley needed watching and he needed to get this done in 8 hours.
As he is getting up his pager goes off - 911: Back Up at 322 Jefferson. - Grissom closes the file and rushes out.
One Hour Later: Grissom's Office
Let's just pop the file down and leave, easy as pie. Sara psyched herself up as she walked over the threshold of his office. Ok, in and out. She dropped the file and some papers flew to the floor.
"Shit." She cursed on a whisper. She knelt down by his chair and gathered the loose papers when one paper caught her eye, only because her name was typed at the top. She pulled herself up and sat down in his chair. Why was my name on this? She new she shouldn't, but her name was on it and she couldn't not read it. Reading the page she was mortified and when it floated to the desk she noticed a file with her name in the top right corner.
SIDLE, SARA TOP SECRET FILE
DELIVERED TO GRISSOM, GIL Col
Sara stared at it in shock and after a few minutes her blood started to boil. She collected bits together with her name on it and when she lifted the full file off the desk a post-it was stuck to the back. Pulling it away she noticed the address. Ok, she was mad and upset and getting very and extremely pissed.