Grissom's POV
I watched her work, from my vantage point in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She didn't notice me. And I liked it better this way.
She seems so natural, a night owl, at home in science, her fast mind thriving in the puzzles and the science.
Belatedly, I noticed my hearing was out. I put it to the back of my mind, knowing that for one, there was nothing I could do, and two, I didn't much care. I needed no sound to narrate her. The way she moved, the way the slight curl in her hair bounced on her shoulder. She was perfect, sitting, back to me, studying the computer screen intensely.
Suddenly her manner, her whole body language shifted. She'd picked up on my presence, my eyes on her back.
Swiftly, I pulled the file I'd been carrying from under my arm, and became engrossed in it, still propping up the doorframe. My hearing was still out, but some other sense told me she had said something.
I glanced up, and found she was watching me expectantly. God she has beautiful eyes. She really does...
When I didn't answer, she shrugged and turned back to the computer screen. Oh great. Now she's pissed. What had I done?
Without warning, and with great speed, she sprang from her chair, and rounded on me. She was talking so fast, gesturing violently with her hands, that I hadn't a hope of lip-reading. I did catch a few choice words, but soon wished I hadn't.
Abruptly she stopped, her fine hand flying to her lips with almost as much force as she had used to gesture. Soon a shocked look of realisation flooded her fiery eyes, quenching the flames.
She held my gaze, and I held hers. It was almost as if I could read her thoughts, and I didn't like these ones. She knew. She knew that I couldn't hear her.
We stood in such silence that I didn't realise my hearing had returned.
She snatched up a pad of paper, and scribbled something on it. She thrust it at me, with such force that I thought she was going to hit me.
"You can't hear me, can you?"
I looked at her, attempting my most confused face. Here it comes, I thought, another lie. Well, almost. "Of course I can hear you, Sara."
Sara's POV
He wasn't fooling me. He really wasn't. I knew him too well. That deep, cool blue stare was hiding something. But, then again, when wasn't it?
"Ok then.." I whirled around, turning my back on him, the sensation of knowing something secret filling my head. Ok, come on Sara, think.
"What is the name of Catherine's daughter?" I said, trying to keep the note of anticipation out of my voice. Then again, if he couldn't hear me..
"Lindsey. Sara, are you ok?"
What? That wasn't right. He answered. How.?
I turned back to him, allowing my eyes to connect with his. And there it was. Those sparkling blues were letting him down. I had never seen it before, but there it was. He was scared.
"Sara?" His tone was normal. Nothing had changed. I had said some terrible things.
And everything fell together. He really hadn't heard her. I was sure of it, more than ever now.
"Sara? Are you ready? I thought we'd go along with Brass, he's going to interview that Wallis girl."
His tone was light, eager to move onto safer ground. It showed all too much.
I would play his game for now, but soon, soon, I will call him on it. You bet I would.
"Yeah, Let's roll."
I watched her work, from my vantage point in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She didn't notice me. And I liked it better this way.
She seems so natural, a night owl, at home in science, her fast mind thriving in the puzzles and the science.
Belatedly, I noticed my hearing was out. I put it to the back of my mind, knowing that for one, there was nothing I could do, and two, I didn't much care. I needed no sound to narrate her. The way she moved, the way the slight curl in her hair bounced on her shoulder. She was perfect, sitting, back to me, studying the computer screen intensely.
Suddenly her manner, her whole body language shifted. She'd picked up on my presence, my eyes on her back.
Swiftly, I pulled the file I'd been carrying from under my arm, and became engrossed in it, still propping up the doorframe. My hearing was still out, but some other sense told me she had said something.
I glanced up, and found she was watching me expectantly. God she has beautiful eyes. She really does...
When I didn't answer, she shrugged and turned back to the computer screen. Oh great. Now she's pissed. What had I done?
Without warning, and with great speed, she sprang from her chair, and rounded on me. She was talking so fast, gesturing violently with her hands, that I hadn't a hope of lip-reading. I did catch a few choice words, but soon wished I hadn't.
Abruptly she stopped, her fine hand flying to her lips with almost as much force as she had used to gesture. Soon a shocked look of realisation flooded her fiery eyes, quenching the flames.
She held my gaze, and I held hers. It was almost as if I could read her thoughts, and I didn't like these ones. She knew. She knew that I couldn't hear her.
We stood in such silence that I didn't realise my hearing had returned.
She snatched up a pad of paper, and scribbled something on it. She thrust it at me, with such force that I thought she was going to hit me.
"You can't hear me, can you?"
I looked at her, attempting my most confused face. Here it comes, I thought, another lie. Well, almost. "Of course I can hear you, Sara."
Sara's POV
He wasn't fooling me. He really wasn't. I knew him too well. That deep, cool blue stare was hiding something. But, then again, when wasn't it?
"Ok then.." I whirled around, turning my back on him, the sensation of knowing something secret filling my head. Ok, come on Sara, think.
"What is the name of Catherine's daughter?" I said, trying to keep the note of anticipation out of my voice. Then again, if he couldn't hear me..
"Lindsey. Sara, are you ok?"
What? That wasn't right. He answered. How.?
I turned back to him, allowing my eyes to connect with his. And there it was. Those sparkling blues were letting him down. I had never seen it before, but there it was. He was scared.
"Sara?" His tone was normal. Nothing had changed. I had said some terrible things.
And everything fell together. He really hadn't heard her. I was sure of it, more than ever now.
"Sara? Are you ready? I thought we'd go along with Brass, he's going to interview that Wallis girl."
His tone was light, eager to move onto safer ground. It showed all too much.
I would play his game for now, but soon, soon, I will call him on it. You bet I would.
"Yeah, Let's roll."