An/ No more pairing requests now? Please? I gave you that other fic [The CD] for a gr/s fix. Go read it [if you haven't already]
Last thing: Although I try to update daily, there are some days I won't be able to.
[Also thanks for the reviews!!!!]
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Grissom and Sara were at a crime scene; a 407; burglary. Sara was taking multiple crime scene photos while Grissom was dusting items for fingerprints.
They hadn't really spoken to each other so far; there had been slight conference on the details of the crime, but that was all.
The only reason Grissom had paired himself with Sara is because of her earlier hostility toward Warrick, he didn't want her to inflict her anger on any of his other team members.
"Why didn't you support me?" Sara said suddenly.
Grissom gritted his teeth. He didn't want an argument – especially at a crime scene. "This is hardly the time or place Sara"
"No, now is the time and place." She said insolently.
"I don't need to explain myself to you Sara." Grissom responded, slightly annoyed.
She stood up, and placed her hands on her hips, as she regarded him. "Grissom, you never get emotional attached with your cases, right? Is it the same for your employees?" She said in cool sarcastic tones.
She didn't give him chance to reply; she'd done all she could at the crime scene, and she said all she needed to.
Grissom exhaled sharply. Recently, he felt as though he was loosing touch with his team. No. He wasn't losing touch – they were just acting so…differently.
He finished dusting for prints, and checked the floor for fibres. He had decided to stay at the crime scene as long as possibly before returning to the Tahoe: Sara needed time to cool off; and he was more than willing to let her have that time.
Finally, Grissom got back to the Tahoe, and placed the samples in the back.
After the loud 'thud' of the door shutting, there was silence.
Eventually, after some moments of consideration, Grissom decided to break it.
"Sara," he started hesitantly, then continued in a more forceful tone, "I arrived half way through the conversation, how was I to know what had been said?" He said knowledgably.
"Griss, you just don't get it. Warrick was suggesting brain surgery!" she yelled in frustration.
There was a moment of silence; neither knew whether to speak next.
Sara realised the words she had just spoken; Brain surgery, "God that sounds like science fiction," she said quietly.
"But if it gives him the chance at a better life?" Grissom coaxed, trying to get her more comfortable with the idea.
She sighed. "I checked the odds on this surgery, combine that with the risk of anaesthetic…"she said in a disappointed tone.
"There are damn lies and statistics," grissom recited.
"I guess……" she said, furrowing her brow. Then she turned to Grissom, "…I don't want to loose him," she said in tears.
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Everyone was waiting in the break room. Each of them had got a page from Grissom; the room was virtually silent, apart from the occasional grumbling, that 'it was end of shift' and 'they have lives to get back to.'
But there was near no interaction between people. But that's probably to be expected; you spend all day around evidence, and are constantly told 'people lie.'
Suddenly, Nick decided to break the silence.
"Why you think Griss brought us here?" Nick questioned the room.
"No idea." Warrick said, and his answer was amplified by concurring shrugs.
Grissom appeared at the door, and looked between his colleagues, "Is Greg here?" he questioned.
"I am now," Greg said, appearing behind Grissom. Greg looked sheepishly between people – he was glad they were focused on Grissom – his hand shad only just stopped shaking.
"Good," he responded, and stepped into the room.
"Why are we here Griss?" Warrick questioned, he thought it either had something to do with his earlier behaviour; or Greg. Why else would he have brought the lab tech here?
"Mandatory overtime." He replied.
"Mandatory?" Catherine yelled, shocked at the idea of having to go out again after the shift she had just endured.
Grissom ignored her, and turned to Sara.
"Sara, are you ok to drive?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah…I guess…hold on… Where we going? Crime scene?" She said, going between confusion and anticipation.
"Wait and see," Grissom said in all seriousness.
The team exchanged worried glances – last time everyone was taken out in the field – with Greg – it was heavy casualties.
The team divided themselves into Grissom and Sara's Tahoe's, they had no idea where he was taking them.
And being CSI's curiosity compelled them to follow.
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Where are they going? Wait and see.
[Warning: less-angsty chapters coming up]
Last thing: Although I try to update daily, there are some days I won't be able to.
[Also thanks for the reviews!!!!]
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Grissom and Sara were at a crime scene; a 407; burglary. Sara was taking multiple crime scene photos while Grissom was dusting items for fingerprints.
They hadn't really spoken to each other so far; there had been slight conference on the details of the crime, but that was all.
The only reason Grissom had paired himself with Sara is because of her earlier hostility toward Warrick, he didn't want her to inflict her anger on any of his other team members.
"Why didn't you support me?" Sara said suddenly.
Grissom gritted his teeth. He didn't want an argument – especially at a crime scene. "This is hardly the time or place Sara"
"No, now is the time and place." She said insolently.
"I don't need to explain myself to you Sara." Grissom responded, slightly annoyed.
She stood up, and placed her hands on her hips, as she regarded him. "Grissom, you never get emotional attached with your cases, right? Is it the same for your employees?" She said in cool sarcastic tones.
She didn't give him chance to reply; she'd done all she could at the crime scene, and she said all she needed to.
Grissom exhaled sharply. Recently, he felt as though he was loosing touch with his team. No. He wasn't losing touch – they were just acting so…differently.
He finished dusting for prints, and checked the floor for fibres. He had decided to stay at the crime scene as long as possibly before returning to the Tahoe: Sara needed time to cool off; and he was more than willing to let her have that time.
Finally, Grissom got back to the Tahoe, and placed the samples in the back.
After the loud 'thud' of the door shutting, there was silence.
Eventually, after some moments of consideration, Grissom decided to break it.
"Sara," he started hesitantly, then continued in a more forceful tone, "I arrived half way through the conversation, how was I to know what had been said?" He said knowledgably.
"Griss, you just don't get it. Warrick was suggesting brain surgery!" she yelled in frustration.
There was a moment of silence; neither knew whether to speak next.
Sara realised the words she had just spoken; Brain surgery, "God that sounds like science fiction," she said quietly.
"But if it gives him the chance at a better life?" Grissom coaxed, trying to get her more comfortable with the idea.
She sighed. "I checked the odds on this surgery, combine that with the risk of anaesthetic…"she said in a disappointed tone.
"There are damn lies and statistics," grissom recited.
"I guess……" she said, furrowing her brow. Then she turned to Grissom, "…I don't want to loose him," she said in tears.
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Everyone was waiting in the break room. Each of them had got a page from Grissom; the room was virtually silent, apart from the occasional grumbling, that 'it was end of shift' and 'they have lives to get back to.'
But there was near no interaction between people. But that's probably to be expected; you spend all day around evidence, and are constantly told 'people lie.'
Suddenly, Nick decided to break the silence.
"Why you think Griss brought us here?" Nick questioned the room.
"No idea." Warrick said, and his answer was amplified by concurring shrugs.
Grissom appeared at the door, and looked between his colleagues, "Is Greg here?" he questioned.
"I am now," Greg said, appearing behind Grissom. Greg looked sheepishly between people – he was glad they were focused on Grissom – his hand shad only just stopped shaking.
"Good," he responded, and stepped into the room.
"Why are we here Griss?" Warrick questioned, he thought it either had something to do with his earlier behaviour; or Greg. Why else would he have brought the lab tech here?
"Mandatory overtime." He replied.
"Mandatory?" Catherine yelled, shocked at the idea of having to go out again after the shift she had just endured.
Grissom ignored her, and turned to Sara.
"Sara, are you ok to drive?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah…I guess…hold on… Where we going? Crime scene?" She said, going between confusion and anticipation.
"Wait and see," Grissom said in all seriousness.
The team exchanged worried glances – last time everyone was taken out in the field – with Greg – it was heavy casualties.
The team divided themselves into Grissom and Sara's Tahoe's, they had no idea where he was taking them.
And being CSI's curiosity compelled them to follow.
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Where are they going? Wait and see.
[Warning: less-angsty chapters coming up]