Sara grumbled to herself as she looked at her watch. Two hours and she was
nowhere near finishing. She leaned her head into her palm as she continued
to write. She stopped and looked at her handwriting, eyeing it with
scepticism. "Look's ok." She mumbled.
"I have no doubt you were saying something." Marie said as a greeting.
Sara looked up and chuckled. "Well," She shrugged and pointed at the chair on the other side of the desk. "My handwriting is a bit messy. I think Nick once called it 'chicken scratch'."
Marie smiled and looked at the pile off papers. "Why do you have so much paperwork?"
Sara sighed and looked at Marie. "I love my job, the solving cases, putting the bad guys away, running with evidence. I'm not a paper pusher and I hate paperwork." She smiled slightly at the end and returned to signing a report before closing it.
Marie watched Sara for a few minutes as she sat back in her chair. She could see why Grissom like her. Sara Sidle was practically the female Grissom, but she was never going to say that to him. She chuckled at the thought, making Sara look up. Marie shook her head and shrugged. "Just thinking?" Sara nodded. "How much sign language do you know? Gil told me that no one knew how to sign on his team."
Sara put her pen down and smiled. 'Not much, but I'm still learning.' Although it was slow, she managed to sign without fumbling too much.
"You sure knocked the wind out of Gil." Marie laughed.
Sara looked down at her work and picked up her pen. "There's a first for everything." She whispered sadly.
Marie followed her head when she looked down and only just made out what she said. Marie thought for a few minutes trying to piece together what was right in front of her. She watched Sara quietly as something came to mind, but wasn't sure if her son would like it. Determined to try and get these two together, she stood, getting Sara's attention. "You know, Gil's a great cook." She began as she pushed the chair closer towards the table. "And last time I was here, we had dinner with Catherine and Albert." She smiled, as she looked at Sara's hands held in mid-air. "It would be nice to have a dinner with everyone before I leave."
Sara looked down briefly, but nodded and looked up. "Catherine's the person you should ask. I wouldn't know what to do and I'll probably be doing paperwork for a week." Marie nodded with a smile, which Sara returned politely. Sara stared at the empty doorway a little longer before shifting her eyes to the pile that still mocked her. Sighing with a strange relief, she pulled a thick file towards her.
Grissom stared at Catherine with a disbelieving look. "My house?" He asked for the fifth time.
"Yes." Catherine answered again with a frustrated sigh.
Grissom removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not sure Cath."
"Come on. We haven't had a nice dinner with friends in a while and that was about three years ago." Catherine was trying too hard and she knew it. Sighing, she stood up and dropped the file she was holding on his desk. "Fine. Forget it. I'll see if my place is acceptable."
Grissom groaned in defeat. "Ok."
Catherine turned and smiled. "Stop thinking of it as an execution Gil. It'll be fun."
Grissom wouldn't believe it and probably wouldn't until the night. What was he supposed to do? His mother was talking to the team and suddenly Catherine comes in and wants to have a dinner party before his mother goes home.
Sara closed the last file and collected up the pile so she could deliver her hard spend hours to her boss and hoped a case comes in. She walked down the hall and met Grissom coming the opposite way. "Finished. Where you want them?"
Grissom looked up distractedly from his clipboard and pointed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating his office. Sara was somewhat crest fallen when he didn't even say hello or grace her with eye contact. She looked down at the floor, hurt, before heading towards his office. She left her files on his desk before heading to the break room.
She walked in and saw Catherine and Marie talking on the couch. Sara continued for the coffee pot and poured herself a coffee. She then opened the fridge and pulled out her lunch. She sat at the table and pulled a forensics magazine towards her as she pulled out her salad sandwich.
Catherine looked up and noticed Sara sitting and eating quietly. She watched as Sara stared at the same page for near ten minutes. Marie noticed this too and felt something was wrong. Catherine turned back to Marie, but looked at her hands. She had a feeling what was wrong, but didn't know what to say or do to help. She looked at Marie and smiled sadly. Marie understood and nodded.
The next night Marie visited the lab for an hour before going back to Grissom's and then onto visiting some friends that lived nearby. Catherine noticed the tension in the lab if no one else did. Although they talked about previous open case for less than five minutes, she could see Grissom trying to avoid Sara the best he could. She could also see that Sara had given up trying. That surprised her more than anything else did.
"If you keep this up, she won't be coming to dinner." Marie told her son.
Grissom stared at her completely oblivious to what his mother was saying. "I don't understand."
Narrowing her eyes at him, she signed. 'I thought you wanted to see what you and Sara had?'
Grissom sighed and looked down briefly. 'It's not that easy.'
Marie groaned in frustration. 'What is it? You were talking fine the other day and now you won't talk to her.'
"I talk to her." He protested.
"Not about work Gil. She's a human being who loves her job, but she wants to know you. on a personal level." Marie expressed, trying to drill the information into her son's head.
Grissom stared at her. "I know she's human. I know she wants to know me on a personal level, but." He trailed off and dropped his eyes.
"But?" Marie pressed gently.
"I already let her down." He mumbled mournfully.
Marie watched him and nodded. When he looked up she signed. 'What happened?'
His eyes wondered the room shortly, before landing on his mother. 'She asked me to dinner before my surgery.'
Marie nodded sympathetically and reached out to squeeze his hand. "And you said no?"
He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "I'm a bloody fool and now she's stopped altogether."
"Stopped?" She asked. "I don't understand."
Grissom started to explain with his hands about the years of flirting and laughter, cases and breakfasts with the team and then it all went down hill when he told her in not many words that she deserved a life outside work. Then he would say or do something that would make her smile and the flirting would continue, but over the last year, he's pushed her away so hard and so much, that's he's hurt her and she's given up on him altogether.
He told her about the explosion and how he felt when he saw her sitting on the curb all alone and looking lost with a gash on her hand. Marie took in everything and started to understand what was going on. She wondered if he was aware of it or that he was still denying what he felt for Sara.
'You have to tell her.' Marie signed.
Grissom shook his head. 'I can't. She might listen, but what if she doesn't feel that same way?'
Marie smiled gently. 'I think she does, but you need to tell her to know what happens next.' Sara's words echoed in his head. - Let's see what happens. - By the time you figure it out, it really could be too late. -
"I have no doubt you were saying something." Marie said as a greeting.
Sara looked up and chuckled. "Well," She shrugged and pointed at the chair on the other side of the desk. "My handwriting is a bit messy. I think Nick once called it 'chicken scratch'."
Marie smiled and looked at the pile off papers. "Why do you have so much paperwork?"
Sara sighed and looked at Marie. "I love my job, the solving cases, putting the bad guys away, running with evidence. I'm not a paper pusher and I hate paperwork." She smiled slightly at the end and returned to signing a report before closing it.
Marie watched Sara for a few minutes as she sat back in her chair. She could see why Grissom like her. Sara Sidle was practically the female Grissom, but she was never going to say that to him. She chuckled at the thought, making Sara look up. Marie shook her head and shrugged. "Just thinking?" Sara nodded. "How much sign language do you know? Gil told me that no one knew how to sign on his team."
Sara put her pen down and smiled. 'Not much, but I'm still learning.' Although it was slow, she managed to sign without fumbling too much.
"You sure knocked the wind out of Gil." Marie laughed.
Sara looked down at her work and picked up her pen. "There's a first for everything." She whispered sadly.
Marie followed her head when she looked down and only just made out what she said. Marie thought for a few minutes trying to piece together what was right in front of her. She watched Sara quietly as something came to mind, but wasn't sure if her son would like it. Determined to try and get these two together, she stood, getting Sara's attention. "You know, Gil's a great cook." She began as she pushed the chair closer towards the table. "And last time I was here, we had dinner with Catherine and Albert." She smiled, as she looked at Sara's hands held in mid-air. "It would be nice to have a dinner with everyone before I leave."
Sara looked down briefly, but nodded and looked up. "Catherine's the person you should ask. I wouldn't know what to do and I'll probably be doing paperwork for a week." Marie nodded with a smile, which Sara returned politely. Sara stared at the empty doorway a little longer before shifting her eyes to the pile that still mocked her. Sighing with a strange relief, she pulled a thick file towards her.
Grissom stared at Catherine with a disbelieving look. "My house?" He asked for the fifth time.
"Yes." Catherine answered again with a frustrated sigh.
Grissom removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not sure Cath."
"Come on. We haven't had a nice dinner with friends in a while and that was about three years ago." Catherine was trying too hard and she knew it. Sighing, she stood up and dropped the file she was holding on his desk. "Fine. Forget it. I'll see if my place is acceptable."
Grissom groaned in defeat. "Ok."
Catherine turned and smiled. "Stop thinking of it as an execution Gil. It'll be fun."
Grissom wouldn't believe it and probably wouldn't until the night. What was he supposed to do? His mother was talking to the team and suddenly Catherine comes in and wants to have a dinner party before his mother goes home.
Sara closed the last file and collected up the pile so she could deliver her hard spend hours to her boss and hoped a case comes in. She walked down the hall and met Grissom coming the opposite way. "Finished. Where you want them?"
Grissom looked up distractedly from his clipboard and pointed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating his office. Sara was somewhat crest fallen when he didn't even say hello or grace her with eye contact. She looked down at the floor, hurt, before heading towards his office. She left her files on his desk before heading to the break room.
She walked in and saw Catherine and Marie talking on the couch. Sara continued for the coffee pot and poured herself a coffee. She then opened the fridge and pulled out her lunch. She sat at the table and pulled a forensics magazine towards her as she pulled out her salad sandwich.
Catherine looked up and noticed Sara sitting and eating quietly. She watched as Sara stared at the same page for near ten minutes. Marie noticed this too and felt something was wrong. Catherine turned back to Marie, but looked at her hands. She had a feeling what was wrong, but didn't know what to say or do to help. She looked at Marie and smiled sadly. Marie understood and nodded.
The next night Marie visited the lab for an hour before going back to Grissom's and then onto visiting some friends that lived nearby. Catherine noticed the tension in the lab if no one else did. Although they talked about previous open case for less than five minutes, she could see Grissom trying to avoid Sara the best he could. She could also see that Sara had given up trying. That surprised her more than anything else did.
"If you keep this up, she won't be coming to dinner." Marie told her son.
Grissom stared at her completely oblivious to what his mother was saying. "I don't understand."
Narrowing her eyes at him, she signed. 'I thought you wanted to see what you and Sara had?'
Grissom sighed and looked down briefly. 'It's not that easy.'
Marie groaned in frustration. 'What is it? You were talking fine the other day and now you won't talk to her.'
"I talk to her." He protested.
"Not about work Gil. She's a human being who loves her job, but she wants to know you. on a personal level." Marie expressed, trying to drill the information into her son's head.
Grissom stared at her. "I know she's human. I know she wants to know me on a personal level, but." He trailed off and dropped his eyes.
"But?" Marie pressed gently.
"I already let her down." He mumbled mournfully.
Marie watched him and nodded. When he looked up she signed. 'What happened?'
His eyes wondered the room shortly, before landing on his mother. 'She asked me to dinner before my surgery.'
Marie nodded sympathetically and reached out to squeeze his hand. "And you said no?"
He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "I'm a bloody fool and now she's stopped altogether."
"Stopped?" She asked. "I don't understand."
Grissom started to explain with his hands about the years of flirting and laughter, cases and breakfasts with the team and then it all went down hill when he told her in not many words that she deserved a life outside work. Then he would say or do something that would make her smile and the flirting would continue, but over the last year, he's pushed her away so hard and so much, that's he's hurt her and she's given up on him altogether.
He told her about the explosion and how he felt when he saw her sitting on the curb all alone and looking lost with a gash on her hand. Marie took in everything and started to understand what was going on. She wondered if he was aware of it or that he was still denying what he felt for Sara.
'You have to tell her.' Marie signed.
Grissom shook his head. 'I can't. She might listen, but what if she doesn't feel that same way?'
Marie smiled gently. 'I think she does, but you need to tell her to know what happens next.' Sara's words echoed in his head. - Let's see what happens. - By the time you figure it out, it really could be too late. -