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The car was quite, too quite for Jenny's liking. She desperately wanted to ask Sara about her latest outing with Grissom, but she feared that there would be sever consequences if she just posed the question out of the blue. So she stat in silence, taking quite glances over at Sara to try and figure out what she was thinking. When they were stuck at a red light, Jenny thought that this would not be a good time because Sara was probably frustrated with having to wait for the light to change to green. And when someone cut them off in traffic, Jenny realized that Sara would now be aggravated and probably just curtly answer her questions.
Sara knew Jenny desperately wanted to know about her date with Grissom, but she was in really no mood to talk to the young girl about it now. She was too buys processing everything that had happened in the last few weeks. It had all stared when Grissom sort of asked her out. One outing had turned into another, and that had lead to something else, and so on and so forth. Sara knew how she felt about the whole ordeal, but she could only imagine what Grissom was thinking. She was happy and ecstatic about the thought that maybe something would work out between them, but Grissom on the other hand would more than likely be precarious and cynical about what these little dates would turn into. Oh well, it's always nice to think about what might be.
Jenny saw a little smile spread across Sara's lips, and took this chance to ask the million dollar question that everyone wanted to know but was too afraid to ask: "So, what's with you and Grissom?" she asked feeling relieved that she had finally gotten the question out.
Jenny swore she felt the car jerk a little to the side as Sara stiffened up and cautiously looked over at the young intern in the passenger's seat. "Who wants to know?" Sara asked.
"Oh come on," Jenny replied rolling her eyes, "Even day shift is wondering."
"They better not be." Sara said dryly knowing that once this information got to Eckley, her and Grissom might be facing some different obstacles.
"Okay, maybe not day shift, but just about everyone else."
"Well, what do you want to know?" Sara said, as she turned onto the road that led to the hospital where the driver of the green car was being held.
"Do you love him? Does he love you? Are you going to get married and have kids and can I come to the wedding?" Jenny asked as if she had known Sara forever and this was just a typical question posed to the other one. Jenny then swore that she felt Sara swerve the car again.
"Uh, how about you ask some other questions." Sara asked worriedly knowing that whatever she was about to tell Jenny would soon find it's way to Greg, and then after that it would all snowball.
"Where'd you guys go?"
"We went to the Luxor to see the new exhibit they have there on mummies." Sara replied calmly.
"How romantic." Jenny mumbled.
"What, did you want him to take me on one of those gondolier rides over at the Venetian?"
"I think that would be better."
"I'm not into that stuff." Sara replied as she took another turn that lead into the hospital's parking lot.
"Oh come on," Jenny retorted, "Everyone likes that mushy love stuff."
"Well, I don't." Sara replied as she pulled the car into a parking space.
"Good. Me neither." Sara stared at Jenny for a second with disbelief, and then she laughed.
"You do amaze me, Jenny." She said as she stopped the car. "And what would a guy do to win your heart?"
"Laugh at my jokes, watch movies and play video games with me, and just be there and listen when I need him." She said kind of half-heartedly. "There aren't many guys like that out there."
There was a short moment of silence between the two of them as they got out of the car and made their way towards the hospital entrance. Then, Jenny spoke up again.
"So now what?" She asked as they walked to reception.
"With me and Grissom? Who knows? I'm just trying to take this one-day at a time. But I've just been thinking a lot lately and…" Sara trailed off and stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Never mind." She finished and began to walk again. The two of them were silent as they walked up to the reception desk and asked for the room of the driver of the green car, Maria Cruz. The receptionist directed them to the third floor, room 926.
"It's just that Grissom's a different kind of person." Sara stared up again as they got into one of the elevators. "One minuet we can be having a good time, and the next we are a work and he doesn't seem to give me the time of day. Like earlier, we were supposed to go and grab a bite to eat, but then he sent me here."
"I'm sorry if I had anything to do with it." Jenny replied as they reached the third floor and began to walk down the hallway.
"No, it's not you. It's just…I don't think I even know. I've got to think about this whole thing." Sara said as she took a deep breath and pushed door number 926 open. Jenny lingered for a moment trying to process what Sara had just said. If she had learned anything so far from being with Sara, it was that it is not good when Sara tries to second-guess anything.
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"She sustained massive internal bleeding, so she might not be totally conscious yet." The nurse told Sara in a hushed voice. "She came out of surgery about an hour ago, and she's been talking a little. I'll be back in a few minutes to check on her." The nurse left the room silently and headed down the hallway.
Jenny had made herself comfy in one of the chairs next to the bed, and Sara went and sat down in one next to her. The heart rate monitor beeped every few seconds, and that was the only noise in the room until Maria stirred in her bed and rolled over onto her back. Her eyes then fluttered open and she looked over at Sara and Jenny.
"Hi Maria. I'm Sara Sidle and this is Jenny Duke. We're with the crime lab and we'd like to ask you some questions about what happened." Sara said softly as if she didn't want Maria to hear her and leaned forward in her chair.
Maria stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if trying to recollect what had actually happened. "I'm not quite sure." She finally said turning to look at Sara. "I was coming home from a party and I thought I'd take a short cut home. Look what good that did me." She stated coughing a little.
"Do you remember the car hitting an object in the middle of the road?" Sara questioned.
"Of course I remember it, but I didn't see it. It was dark and I didn't have my high beams on. I remember driving down the road and seeing a traffic light. It was on green, so I figured it was ok to go." She paused for a moment, coughing again. "The next thing I remember my air bag was coming at me and then I woke up here."
"Do you remember the front windshield shattering?" Jenny asked hopefully. Maria shook her head and began to cough again. She has a deep gash in her forehead from when the glass shattered. "How cold she have not seen a metallic silver ladder, in the center of the lane?" Jenny turned to Sara and mumbled.
"She could have been drunk." Sara whispered back and focused her attention once again on Maria. "Do you mind if I ask, had you been drinking at the party, Maria?"
Maria hesitated for a moment, "Yes. But only a couple. I was told that I was still under the legal blood alcohol level, and no charges would be pressed."
"Well, we're going to have to see about that. Thank you for you time." Sara said and stood up. Jenny followed her gesture and thanked Maria, and then hurried out of the room after Sara.
"I think she was telling the truth." Sara grumbled as she pressed the button for the elevator. "If she had been drinking then her vision might have not have been totally together when she hit the ladder and actually might not have seen it. I'm going to want to see some blood samples from here, but other than that, she's really no help."
"There's just one thing." Jenny said as the two of them got into the ladder. "If Maria was drunk, she would have probably been driving pretty fast, right? So ok, she's driving down the road, and she slam into the ladder. Wouldn't the ladder have fallen this way," Jenny leached forward in a falling motion, "Instead of falling back onto the car?" Jenny now leaned back, simulating the ladder falling.
Sara ran what she said threw her head for a moment. Now that Jenny was brining this to her attention, it made perfect sense. The ladder would have fallen forward and now backwards. "I guess we'll have to check on that." She finally responded with. "But what would have caused the ladder to fall back onto the car instead of forward?"
Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me."
Before leaving, Sara requested some blood samples from Maria, and the lady at reception got a doctor to get them for her. They left with the blood samples in hand and walked back to the car and climbed in.
"So, how about this time you tell me about your roller costar date with Grissom?" Jenny asked hopefully.
Sara laughed, "Another car ride Jenny."
Jenny nodded her head, disappointed though. "Ok, how about you tell me what you did before you were a CSI? I've been meaning to ask."
Sara got very quite for a moment. "I don't remember."
"How could you not remember?" Jenny questioned, "You're only like, thirty, so that was ten years ago." Then she paused. "Is it that you don't remember, or is it that there wasn't anything else?"
The car came to an intersection, and Sara brought the car to a halt. She turned to look at Jenny sitting in the seat next to her. "There never was anything else." She said and turned back to the road and began to drive again. And it was true. She had known from an early age that she wanted to grow up and become a criminalist and never really considered anything else as a job.
"Oh." Jenny said kind of weakly, and turned to look out the window.
"What about you?" Sara said trying to start up the conversation again. "If the lab decides to bring you on, will you accept?"
"I think so." Jenny replied, "I just want to make sure I keep my options open though. I just don't want to do anything I know in ten years I won't be happy with."
The conversation stopped after this, and Sara spend the rest of the car ride thinking about what Jenny had just said.
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