AN/ Hey there. Thanks for the reviews.
I really mean that. Sorry I haven't been so quick with updates.
[Small spoiler for: Burden of proof, in the Catherine and Grissom's conversation.]
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Sara felt numb. A case was the last thing she wanted entering her mind; she didn't want to 'empathise' with anyone tonight, she wanted to battle her own demons.
But she lived for her work. She knew this. She would take any case. She would try to adopt the synonymous attitude of Grissom; that nothing is special.
She knew she would try and fail.
She knew she'd complain now, but as soon as she entered a crime scene, the complaints dissipated; faded into the background. The case became paramount; a problem, a problem she could solve.
But unlike any other day; Greg was constantly in her mind. She'd seen his hands shake before; but she presumed that – like her – he had caffeine-fuelled nervous shakes.
If only she's paid more attention. Asked him about them.
Sara wondered if you had to be a case to get her full attention.
Her gaze flicked to Warrick, she resented Grissom for placing him in her car.
Her mind reeled through murders that involved cars, and wondered if she could use any of them as a template for her own murder.
She knew she was just mad; and it would eventually disperse.
She watched the Tahoe in front take another turn. She still had no-idea where they were going.
And she guessed that was a little out of choice – she had memorised most of the streets from road maps - but there was something about being 'taken' somewhere. The same feeling when your parents take you out, you're sitting in the backseat, and they promise to take you somewhere. But they don't tell you there.
She was severely beginning to doubt it was a case. But she knew better than to make assumptions; believe in the evidence.
Assumptions lead to disappointments.
She assumed that Greg was ok. She assumed wrong.
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That's when she saw it. And she knew where they were going. She wondered if it was wrong to assume that Grissom was limited when it came to creative solutions.
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The same realisation struck one of the passengers in the leading Tahoe. Catherine knew where they were going. She turned to Grissom; should she expect this kind of behaviour from him?
"This is your solution?" She questioned with concern.
"Yes." He said simply
"A roller coaster?" She said in disbelief.
"Uh-huh" he muttered
"Well, at least it wasn't a plant." She said smiling.
He turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
She smiled. She reasoned that it was a solution of sorts.
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The group got together, and stared up to the peaks of the roller coaster.
"Roller coaster, huh?" Warrick rhetorically questioned, he knew what Grissom was doing. He was grateful for this distraction to the aversion people were showing him.
"We're going on….that?" Nick stressed, this was possibly the last place he thought they would be going
"Yes," Grissom answered simply, he didn't want to give a lecture; he didn't want to dictate how it would make them feel.
He didn't want to tell them that the euphoria that they would feel was to do with science. The motion basically disturbs liquid in the ear related to balance – and causes a giddy thrill – but he wasn't going to tell them that.
This was his way of coping with the world.
And even if it wouldn't help them, at least he was bringing his team together in a social setting.
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Everyone walked together towards the roller coaster, with the exception of Greg and Sara.
Sara had noticed he was walking slowly.
"Are you ok to go this Greg?" Sara said with concern.
"I'm not dying Sara," he said smiling.
"...but, you kinda are Greg" She said with confusion, wondering if Greg knew his probably fate.
He grinned ,"- but not today, not tomorrow, not the day after." He said with a shrug.
"Sara, anyone could die, at any time. The people we see here today, could and up in the morgue tomorrow. It doesn't mean we have to think about it all the time."
"Aren't you afraid?" She said softly, looking to the ground.
"Yeah, I haven't been on a roller coaster in a while..." Greg began, his tone upbeat.
"...That's not what I mean..."
"...I know what you meant Sara...." he said, giving her a knowledgeable stare and a grin.
She looked at him. She held him in great regard; he was so brave. She slowly let a smile form on her lips.
Greg was strange…. but the good strange. He was so…profound…. and so crazy…she thought to herself.
"We better catch up with them." Sara said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, we better." Greg said replied.
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Not happy with this chapter……it doesn't feel right. Well, please review.
I really mean that. Sorry I haven't been so quick with updates.
[Small spoiler for: Burden of proof, in the Catherine and Grissom's conversation.]
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Sara felt numb. A case was the last thing she wanted entering her mind; she didn't want to 'empathise' with anyone tonight, she wanted to battle her own demons.
But she lived for her work. She knew this. She would take any case. She would try to adopt the synonymous attitude of Grissom; that nothing is special.
She knew she would try and fail.
She knew she'd complain now, but as soon as she entered a crime scene, the complaints dissipated; faded into the background. The case became paramount; a problem, a problem she could solve.
But unlike any other day; Greg was constantly in her mind. She'd seen his hands shake before; but she presumed that – like her – he had caffeine-fuelled nervous shakes.
If only she's paid more attention. Asked him about them.
Sara wondered if you had to be a case to get her full attention.
Her gaze flicked to Warrick, she resented Grissom for placing him in her car.
Her mind reeled through murders that involved cars, and wondered if she could use any of them as a template for her own murder.
She knew she was just mad; and it would eventually disperse.
She watched the Tahoe in front take another turn. She still had no-idea where they were going.
And she guessed that was a little out of choice – she had memorised most of the streets from road maps - but there was something about being 'taken' somewhere. The same feeling when your parents take you out, you're sitting in the backseat, and they promise to take you somewhere. But they don't tell you there.
She was severely beginning to doubt it was a case. But she knew better than to make assumptions; believe in the evidence.
Assumptions lead to disappointments.
She assumed that Greg was ok. She assumed wrong.
///---///
That's when she saw it. And she knew where they were going. She wondered if it was wrong to assume that Grissom was limited when it came to creative solutions.
-----------------
The same realisation struck one of the passengers in the leading Tahoe. Catherine knew where they were going. She turned to Grissom; should she expect this kind of behaviour from him?
"This is your solution?" She questioned with concern.
"Yes." He said simply
"A roller coaster?" She said in disbelief.
"Uh-huh" he muttered
"Well, at least it wasn't a plant." She said smiling.
He turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
She smiled. She reasoned that it was a solution of sorts.
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The group got together, and stared up to the peaks of the roller coaster.
"Roller coaster, huh?" Warrick rhetorically questioned, he knew what Grissom was doing. He was grateful for this distraction to the aversion people were showing him.
"We're going on….that?" Nick stressed, this was possibly the last place he thought they would be going
"Yes," Grissom answered simply, he didn't want to give a lecture; he didn't want to dictate how it would make them feel.
He didn't want to tell them that the euphoria that they would feel was to do with science. The motion basically disturbs liquid in the ear related to balance – and causes a giddy thrill – but he wasn't going to tell them that.
This was his way of coping with the world.
And even if it wouldn't help them, at least he was bringing his team together in a social setting.
-----------------------------------------------
Everyone walked together towards the roller coaster, with the exception of Greg and Sara.
Sara had noticed he was walking slowly.
"Are you ok to go this Greg?" Sara said with concern.
"I'm not dying Sara," he said smiling.
"...but, you kinda are Greg" She said with confusion, wondering if Greg knew his probably fate.
He grinned ,"- but not today, not tomorrow, not the day after." He said with a shrug.
"Sara, anyone could die, at any time. The people we see here today, could and up in the morgue tomorrow. It doesn't mean we have to think about it all the time."
"Aren't you afraid?" She said softly, looking to the ground.
"Yeah, I haven't been on a roller coaster in a while..." Greg began, his tone upbeat.
"...That's not what I mean..."
"...I know what you meant Sara...." he said, giving her a knowledgeable stare and a grin.
She looked at him. She held him in great regard; he was so brave. She slowly let a smile form on her lips.
Greg was strange…. but the good strange. He was so…profound…. and so crazy…she thought to herself.
"We better catch up with them." Sara said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, we better." Greg said replied.
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Not happy with this chapter……it doesn't feel right. Well, please review.