Grissom was the last on the billet to testify for the prosecution. He had
to sit through two days of testimony before he was able to take the stand
for sixteen minutes. He felt satisfied, however, that his testimony
regarding the entomological timeline had been key in obtaining a
conviction. The jury deliberated just three hours before returning a
verdict of guilty. His flight was not scheduled to leave until the
following day, but he was anxious to return to Vegas, not only to get back
to work, but to check in on his team and see how their cases were going.
Then there was Catherine. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do something about her, but for now, he at least wanted to garner more information as to what Warrick might be thinking about her. He had to chuckled to himself. In many ways the drama that played out in his head sounded like a school yard rivalry. He really had no idea if Warrick entertained romantic feelings for Catherine or not. He would just have to wait and see. If it appeared that he did, he might just have to play his hand. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure what his hand was exactly except that Catherine had the ability to make him do things that no other woman could.
He banished the thoughts circulating in his head. He could not afford to have entanglements. But then again, he didn't see Catherine as an entanglement. Not an unpleasant one anyway.
He glanced at his watch. He was hoping to fly standby back to Vegas. He knew that if his name didn't get called soon, he would miss the window of opportunity to fly back tonight. Finally, his name was called. He was the last one on the flight. The only seat available in the Boeing 737-400 was a middle seat in coach. He'd have another long flight without getting to stretch his legs. He was definitely going to try for a First Class upgrade the next time he flew.
Grissom tried to settle himself in and get a few hours of sleep before he had to connect in St. Louis. The woman seated next to him was a nervous flyer and even though he quoted statistics to her about safety rates on airplanes, she still didn't stop talking non-stop. It wasn't until she started asking questions about what he did for a living that she finally stopped asking questions. Then Grissom couldn't keep quiet. The poor woman was positively nauseated by the time they landed in St. Louis from his description of the entomological timeline in decaying bodies and how it helped to establish the time of death.
In any case, she wasn't on his flight to Dallas where he would connect to Vegas and there was a bit more room on the flight. He called Catherine from Dallas and let her know he would be in for shift that night, and wondered if she might pick him up from the airport.
A smile settled across his face as he drifted off to sleep on the last leg of his journey back to Vegas. Catherine Willows and her beautiful face would be greeting him when he arrived at baggage claim. He'd bide his time. He wasn't sure he was ready to play his hand yet. At least until someone like Warrick forced it.
Then there was Catherine. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do something about her, but for now, he at least wanted to garner more information as to what Warrick might be thinking about her. He had to chuckled to himself. In many ways the drama that played out in his head sounded like a school yard rivalry. He really had no idea if Warrick entertained romantic feelings for Catherine or not. He would just have to wait and see. If it appeared that he did, he might just have to play his hand. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure what his hand was exactly except that Catherine had the ability to make him do things that no other woman could.
He banished the thoughts circulating in his head. He could not afford to have entanglements. But then again, he didn't see Catherine as an entanglement. Not an unpleasant one anyway.
He glanced at his watch. He was hoping to fly standby back to Vegas. He knew that if his name didn't get called soon, he would miss the window of opportunity to fly back tonight. Finally, his name was called. He was the last one on the flight. The only seat available in the Boeing 737-400 was a middle seat in coach. He'd have another long flight without getting to stretch his legs. He was definitely going to try for a First Class upgrade the next time he flew.
Grissom tried to settle himself in and get a few hours of sleep before he had to connect in St. Louis. The woman seated next to him was a nervous flyer and even though he quoted statistics to her about safety rates on airplanes, she still didn't stop talking non-stop. It wasn't until she started asking questions about what he did for a living that she finally stopped asking questions. Then Grissom couldn't keep quiet. The poor woman was positively nauseated by the time they landed in St. Louis from his description of the entomological timeline in decaying bodies and how it helped to establish the time of death.
In any case, she wasn't on his flight to Dallas where he would connect to Vegas and there was a bit more room on the flight. He called Catherine from Dallas and let her know he would be in for shift that night, and wondered if she might pick him up from the airport.
A smile settled across his face as he drifted off to sleep on the last leg of his journey back to Vegas. Catherine Willows and her beautiful face would be greeting him when he arrived at baggage claim. He'd bide his time. He wasn't sure he was ready to play his hand yet. At least until someone like Warrick forced it.