Disclaimer: I don't own them, didn't create them, etc. Although I
wouldn't mind meeting George Eads.
Pairing: You'll have to wait to find out.but those who know me might be able to guess.
Idea: I read that in Season 4 we can look forward to Grissom chasing after Sara, with a little bit of Greg. But what's really going on in Sara's mind? What does she really think? Is it too late for Grissom? Does Sara really have feelings for Greg? Here's my take from Sara's point of view.
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There are days that I wish I was in another line of work. Don't get me wrong, I am good at what I do. I enjoy what I do. But there are days that I would rather do something else. Today is one of those days.
I haven't had to work a case with Grissom in a while, and I'm glad because things between us have been awkward at best. After I asked him out a few months ago and he turned me down flat, we just seemed to drift even further apart. I had told him that by the time he figured things out it might just be too late. I don't really know what is up with him, but the last few weeks he's had me working on cases with him. In some respects it's really nice, but I'm really wary. I'm not sure what to make of it.
For the last few months I've worked a lot with Nick and Greg. We've been training Greg. He wants to get out of the lab and I think once he gets past the shock of what we see day in and day out that he'll make a great CSI. He's got good intuition. At the same time, we hate to see him leave the lab for the field because he's really good at what he does.
Ok, so back to why today is one of those days that I wish I did something else for a living. I'm out at this crime scene with Grissom and while I'm putting a sample into a sample bag, he looks over at me and smiles. Now when Grissom smiles, it usually scares me because it usually means he's going to say something that I can pin my hopes to. I'm right.
"Sara, you look nice tonight." He just stands there and smiles at me.
I mean, what am I supposed to say? It just doesn't seem appropriate to say thank you at a crime scene when I'm pulling pieces of someone's skull out of the wall because some idiot decided to blow half of someone's head off. So I don't say anything, I just shoot him a look that implies that I think he's crazy. I just go back to my task and continue collecting samples. I don't know how he can just stand there and say that. First of all, I'm not saying that I don't think that I can look nice. It's just that I've been crawling around on the floor collecting evidence and I've got some sort of gunk in my hair and I'm sure that the same stuff is all over my clothes. That is not what I would describe as looking nice.
Anyway, so I do my best to try and ignore whatever is going on with Grissom. I know from experience that his comments mean nothing and he certainly won't take any action. I'm sure it was just some momentary lapse because someone has suggested that I might be thinking about leaving. That's really the only time he seems to say things like that to me, to keep me from leaving.
After we returned to the lab I notice that Greg is working in the lab. He's splitting his time between the lab and the field, and tonight I'm glad he's in the lab. He's always good company and I know that he'll make whatever I'm working on a priority. Ok, so I shouldn't take advantage of the fact that I know that Greg has a crush on me, but he's also a good friend and I think he knows that he's not my type. Although, he is cute in a nerdy sort of way and he does love some fun music. He definitely makes me laugh and right now I could use a good laugh.
Greg smiles at me as I walk into the lab and he starts quizzing me about the case. I think he can tell that my mind is in other places right now, so he tries to lighten the mood by telling me a joke that Archie told him. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be happier working in the lab. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with Grissom saying things he doesn't mean over a db. Of course, then he would just say them over DNA samples instead. Either way, I'd still have to deal with him.
Greg's asked me something, but it didn't register. I glance up at him with a quizzical expression. He repeats himself.
"Uh, hey, Sara, uh , I was wondering, uh, if maybe, I mean if you're not busy, because if you are I totally understand, I mean, are you doing anything after shift?" He looks positively cute when he's nervous. I think he's trying to ask me out. I feel bad. I mean Greg is great, but he's not really my type. Of course stranger thing have happened.
I look at him, I hope I'm smiling as I say this. "Sorry, Greg, I actually do have plans after shift."
He looks disappointed, but not completely deflated. I have a feeling that he might be asking me out again tomorrow. Oh, wait, no, I have tomorrow off. And in fact, as I look at the time, I realize that I have quite a lot of things to get done before I can go home and sleep. Thankfully though, shift is almost over.
I make my way past the break room and notice that Nick, Warrick, and Catherine are sitting there drinking coffee. I decide that coffee is exactly what I need. They smile as I walk in and Warrick makes room on the couch next to him as I get my coffee and take a seat. He casually drapes an arm around my shoulder.
"Tough case, girl?" Warrick knows how certain cases can affect me.
I nod. Of course this one was made tougher by the fact that I had to work with Grissom. But the case itself is a tough one. I hate it when I have to work cases where women have been raped. In this case, the victim was killed too. It was her skull that I was picking out of the wall. The more I think about it the madder it makes me. Grissom has no sensitivity. How could he tell me I look nice when I'm processing the scene of such a horrible crime? Well that's just Grissom for you.
Catherine cocks her eyebrow at me. I think she knows how hard these cases are for me. And she also knows how much tension there has been between Grissom and I. Actually, all the people in this room know about that, they've all witnessed it at one time or another.
"Let me guess, Grissom's being his charming self again?" Catherine smiles at me.
I just nod. She understands. She's known him for over fifteen years. It's a wonder they're still friends with his lack of people skills. Maybe it's because Catherine is so good with people that they get along so well. Her and I haven't always gotten along, but we women have to stick together and I think we understand each other pretty well.
I glance at Nick. He's studying me. Nick and I have always gotten along. For some reason, we just clicked when I moved to Vegas and became fast friends. He shoots me a grin and I know what he's telling me. We've both had a few hellish things in our lives, and we've both survived and come out on top. Tomorrow's another day and things will be better.
Speaking of tomorrow, I've got the night off. I am so looking forward to it. I won't have to deal with Grissom and even though I'm flattered by Greg's attention, I'll get to be exactly where I want to be and do exactly what I want to do.
Shift is over and all of us pull ourselves off the couch. Warrick offers me a hand as I get up and we all make our way to the locker room to gather our things.
As I head out of the locker room, I realize that I need to stop by Grissom's office and remind him that I won't be in tomorrow and that Greg is working on the samples. I stand in the doorway of his office for a moment before he looks up. This used to be a ritual with me. I would stand there at the end of shift and wait for him to notice me. Grissom smiles at me and I remind him that I won't be in the following night. I register in my mind that he seems disappointed. Then I let him know that Greg is working on the samples. I turn to go and he calls out my name. I turn around wondering what he wants.
He's standing up and making his way around the desk. He looks nervous. Now I'm really confused. He pauses for a moment and then speaks.
"Sara, would you like to have dinner with me?" He looks hopeful. I suppose he expects me to jump at his invitation and drop whatever I'm doing. If he'd asked sooner, I might have said yes. But I have plans.
I shake my head and look directly into his gaze. "No. I have plans."
He looks like he's going to say something else.
I interrupt. "I can't have this conversation right now. I have to go." And with that, I turn and walk out to my Tahoe.
Pairing: You'll have to wait to find out.but those who know me might be able to guess.
Idea: I read that in Season 4 we can look forward to Grissom chasing after Sara, with a little bit of Greg. But what's really going on in Sara's mind? What does she really think? Is it too late for Grissom? Does Sara really have feelings for Greg? Here's my take from Sara's point of view.
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There are days that I wish I was in another line of work. Don't get me wrong, I am good at what I do. I enjoy what I do. But there are days that I would rather do something else. Today is one of those days.
I haven't had to work a case with Grissom in a while, and I'm glad because things between us have been awkward at best. After I asked him out a few months ago and he turned me down flat, we just seemed to drift even further apart. I had told him that by the time he figured things out it might just be too late. I don't really know what is up with him, but the last few weeks he's had me working on cases with him. In some respects it's really nice, but I'm really wary. I'm not sure what to make of it.
For the last few months I've worked a lot with Nick and Greg. We've been training Greg. He wants to get out of the lab and I think once he gets past the shock of what we see day in and day out that he'll make a great CSI. He's got good intuition. At the same time, we hate to see him leave the lab for the field because he's really good at what he does.
Ok, so back to why today is one of those days that I wish I did something else for a living. I'm out at this crime scene with Grissom and while I'm putting a sample into a sample bag, he looks over at me and smiles. Now when Grissom smiles, it usually scares me because it usually means he's going to say something that I can pin my hopes to. I'm right.
"Sara, you look nice tonight." He just stands there and smiles at me.
I mean, what am I supposed to say? It just doesn't seem appropriate to say thank you at a crime scene when I'm pulling pieces of someone's skull out of the wall because some idiot decided to blow half of someone's head off. So I don't say anything, I just shoot him a look that implies that I think he's crazy. I just go back to my task and continue collecting samples. I don't know how he can just stand there and say that. First of all, I'm not saying that I don't think that I can look nice. It's just that I've been crawling around on the floor collecting evidence and I've got some sort of gunk in my hair and I'm sure that the same stuff is all over my clothes. That is not what I would describe as looking nice.
Anyway, so I do my best to try and ignore whatever is going on with Grissom. I know from experience that his comments mean nothing and he certainly won't take any action. I'm sure it was just some momentary lapse because someone has suggested that I might be thinking about leaving. That's really the only time he seems to say things like that to me, to keep me from leaving.
After we returned to the lab I notice that Greg is working in the lab. He's splitting his time between the lab and the field, and tonight I'm glad he's in the lab. He's always good company and I know that he'll make whatever I'm working on a priority. Ok, so I shouldn't take advantage of the fact that I know that Greg has a crush on me, but he's also a good friend and I think he knows that he's not my type. Although, he is cute in a nerdy sort of way and he does love some fun music. He definitely makes me laugh and right now I could use a good laugh.
Greg smiles at me as I walk into the lab and he starts quizzing me about the case. I think he can tell that my mind is in other places right now, so he tries to lighten the mood by telling me a joke that Archie told him. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be happier working in the lab. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with Grissom saying things he doesn't mean over a db. Of course, then he would just say them over DNA samples instead. Either way, I'd still have to deal with him.
Greg's asked me something, but it didn't register. I glance up at him with a quizzical expression. He repeats himself.
"Uh, hey, Sara, uh , I was wondering, uh, if maybe, I mean if you're not busy, because if you are I totally understand, I mean, are you doing anything after shift?" He looks positively cute when he's nervous. I think he's trying to ask me out. I feel bad. I mean Greg is great, but he's not really my type. Of course stranger thing have happened.
I look at him, I hope I'm smiling as I say this. "Sorry, Greg, I actually do have plans after shift."
He looks disappointed, but not completely deflated. I have a feeling that he might be asking me out again tomorrow. Oh, wait, no, I have tomorrow off. And in fact, as I look at the time, I realize that I have quite a lot of things to get done before I can go home and sleep. Thankfully though, shift is almost over.
I make my way past the break room and notice that Nick, Warrick, and Catherine are sitting there drinking coffee. I decide that coffee is exactly what I need. They smile as I walk in and Warrick makes room on the couch next to him as I get my coffee and take a seat. He casually drapes an arm around my shoulder.
"Tough case, girl?" Warrick knows how certain cases can affect me.
I nod. Of course this one was made tougher by the fact that I had to work with Grissom. But the case itself is a tough one. I hate it when I have to work cases where women have been raped. In this case, the victim was killed too. It was her skull that I was picking out of the wall. The more I think about it the madder it makes me. Grissom has no sensitivity. How could he tell me I look nice when I'm processing the scene of such a horrible crime? Well that's just Grissom for you.
Catherine cocks her eyebrow at me. I think she knows how hard these cases are for me. And she also knows how much tension there has been between Grissom and I. Actually, all the people in this room know about that, they've all witnessed it at one time or another.
"Let me guess, Grissom's being his charming self again?" Catherine smiles at me.
I just nod. She understands. She's known him for over fifteen years. It's a wonder they're still friends with his lack of people skills. Maybe it's because Catherine is so good with people that they get along so well. Her and I haven't always gotten along, but we women have to stick together and I think we understand each other pretty well.
I glance at Nick. He's studying me. Nick and I have always gotten along. For some reason, we just clicked when I moved to Vegas and became fast friends. He shoots me a grin and I know what he's telling me. We've both had a few hellish things in our lives, and we've both survived and come out on top. Tomorrow's another day and things will be better.
Speaking of tomorrow, I've got the night off. I am so looking forward to it. I won't have to deal with Grissom and even though I'm flattered by Greg's attention, I'll get to be exactly where I want to be and do exactly what I want to do.
Shift is over and all of us pull ourselves off the couch. Warrick offers me a hand as I get up and we all make our way to the locker room to gather our things.
As I head out of the locker room, I realize that I need to stop by Grissom's office and remind him that I won't be in tomorrow and that Greg is working on the samples. I stand in the doorway of his office for a moment before he looks up. This used to be a ritual with me. I would stand there at the end of shift and wait for him to notice me. Grissom smiles at me and I remind him that I won't be in the following night. I register in my mind that he seems disappointed. Then I let him know that Greg is working on the samples. I turn to go and he calls out my name. I turn around wondering what he wants.
He's standing up and making his way around the desk. He looks nervous. Now I'm really confused. He pauses for a moment and then speaks.
"Sara, would you like to have dinner with me?" He looks hopeful. I suppose he expects me to jump at his invitation and drop whatever I'm doing. If he'd asked sooner, I might have said yes. But I have plans.
I shake my head and look directly into his gaze. "No. I have plans."
He looks like he's going to say something else.
I interrupt. "I can't have this conversation right now. I have to go." And with that, I turn and walk out to my Tahoe.