Nick was lifting prints from a banister while Sara was photographing
evidence before collecting and bagging it. Nick looked up as he lifted
another print. "What time is the dinner, Sara?" He asked, turning back to
the banister and then the wall.
Sara didn't look up. She was too distracted with what she was doing. "Huh?"
Nick turned on his haunches. "The dinner, what time?"
Turning her head slightly, she looked at no focal point in thought, and then turned confused eyes on Nick. "What dinner?"
Kneeling on the floor, he bent and retrieved a footprint. "The dinner. You know, at Grissom's."
Sara was still distracted or she just didn't want to know, but she looked at him as she packed the evidence away. "I have no clue Nicky." She answered slowly, evident of someone having no understanding of what he was talking about. Nick watched her stand and walk towards another part of the room to photograph and collect. He narrowed his eyes and could swear she was actually telling the truth.
Catherine stared at Nick with her hands on her hips. She closed her mouth and shook her head. "I don't believe you." She said defiantly.
Nick sighed and looked around them to make sure no one was in hearing distance. "I'm telling you, she honestly had no idea what I was talking about." His voice was hushed as he leaned slightly into Catherine.
Closing her eyes briefly, she shook her head. "We'll I know Marie asked Sara what she thought of the idea."
"Yeah, but didn't she suggest you were the best person to ask?" Nick asked, turning and moving around her as they started to walk towards the break room.
Catherine thought for a second and nodded. "She must have thought that it was still just an idea and nothing was settled."
"Or Griss doesn't actually want her to come." Nick added with a feeling of anger.
Walking into the quiet room, they sat down at the table. Catherine sighed and pushed her hair from her face. "I think there's more to it than that Nicky."
Warrick zipped up his coat as he walked towards his car after shift ended. It was still dark, but the cold hadn't lifted and left a slight chill in the air. As he opened his car, he saw Sara leave the lab and head towards her car. "Hey Sara."
Sara looked up and smiled. "Hey War. You off home?"
"Yeah." He chuckled and climbed into his car as he rolled the window down. "Hey?"
Sara turned back to him, as she was about to unlock her car. "What's up?"
Warrick shook his head. "Nothin, just wondering if you needed a lift tonight." He smiled as she blinked blankly at him. "Hey, it's ok. I forgot until this morning."
Nodding in confusion, she turned to pull open her door. "I'll see you tonight Warrick." Sara was beyond confusion. What was everyone talking about? She didn't know about any dinner. Looking for a CD, she rolled her shoulders and forgot about it.
Grissom stood, staring out the front window. His hands were stuffed into his pockets as he stood stiffly with his eyes fixed on the road. Catherine watched him from the kitchen and sensed he was thinking about something other than the gathering this evening. He looked at the pair conspiring in the kitchen and sighed as he turned to the door that was suddenly announcing the first of the team.
Sara looked at her cell phone as it beeped. She instantly threw it onto the passenger seat and continued to drive home. She was actually going to turn up at the dinner, but then his face from the other month haunted her. She felt worse than she had ever felt, even when Grissom turned her dinner invitation down.
The cell phone rang. Sara sighed and looked at it briefly. It was Catherine. Like she would ring her if it didn't involve work and they weren't working. Only one other reason and that was the dinner. She didn't really know about it until Nick and Warrick mention it. An idea to reality was pretty quick. She didn't think Grissom would have gone for it.
She pulled up to her apartment and parked. She was tired and felt emotionally drained. Her heart was aching and her head was beginning to thump. Sitting in her car for a few more minutes, she stared at the steering wheel logo and sighed. She really didn't know what to do anymore. She got out of her car and headed up to her apartment.
If her boss wanted to keep everything professional with her and be friends with the others, then she will just have to learn to live with it. She wasn't going to leave anymore. She had grown to love living in Vegas and she now knew a few people, although she never went out. The extent of her personal life was pushed down to leaving work and heading home. She might stop at the store and then she would head home and sleep, eat and just keep everything simple so she could be ready for the complicated life.
She stared at the clock now as she lay on the couch. The lights were off and she didn't feel like going to bed. She just kept her eyes on the green glow of the VCR and watched the time pass. She may have fallen asleep but she didn't notice. The time soon drifted by from half an hour to two hours and then most the night was gone. She pulled a cushion closer as she closed her eyes and cleared her head of everything. She lay in her black jeans, dark blue blouse, black fleece jacket and only her socks as she slept into the early hours of the morning.
When she woke up, she felt strangely alone, more than she had ever felt before.
Marie looked across the room at her son. He was sitting on the couch, leaning with his back against the arm and his knees close to his chest. She left him alone. Grissom looked at his sock covered toes and sighed. He had his chance and the opportunity to say everything, tell her everything, but he didn't. She didn't come. He didn't invite her; he didn't mention it to her. Does that mean she doesn't feel the same way? Does it mean that she does and is waiting for him? What if she was waiting, why wasn't he with her right now?
Had he really pushed her away so much that she knows and is willing to back away if he said so? Why would she give up if she still felt something for him? He closed his eyes and leaned his chin against his knees. She hasn't flirted with him in so long. She's respected his professional attitude to everything personally that she has thrown at him. He didn't notice at first, but once he sensed her feelings for him, he backed away and left her in the open to deal with it alone. He's hurt her so many times and he's done nothing to take any of it back.
Grissom didn't know what to do anymore. Would he really risk ruining something that could be great and losing the friendship of someone special? He didn't know anymore, he was lost. He'd never felt so alone in his life. It surpassed everything.
Sara lazily showered and dressed. She decided that she didn't want to be at home all day by herself. As she walked through the park close to her home, she watched the young children on the swings and slides and their parents watching them from the benches or the grass.
She needed to face it now more than ever that she would never be able to have a normal life. Her life was never normal so she didn't really have much of an adjustment to make. Maybe she should have gotten this all out of the way a long time ago and maybe she would have noticed that whatever feelings were there, were just not strong enough or none existent.
She walked through the park for an hour and stopped to buy a coffee on her way past a coffee shop. She headed home to sleep before it was time for work and to gain enough strength to show no crack in her heart or soul. She would push herself into her work and just get along like he wants. To make him happy, she might as well be the thorn in his side and avoid anything remotely personal so she doesn't have to see the conflicted and confused look in his eyes again.
Sara didn't look up. She was too distracted with what she was doing. "Huh?"
Nick turned on his haunches. "The dinner, what time?"
Turning her head slightly, she looked at no focal point in thought, and then turned confused eyes on Nick. "What dinner?"
Kneeling on the floor, he bent and retrieved a footprint. "The dinner. You know, at Grissom's."
Sara was still distracted or she just didn't want to know, but she looked at him as she packed the evidence away. "I have no clue Nicky." She answered slowly, evident of someone having no understanding of what he was talking about. Nick watched her stand and walk towards another part of the room to photograph and collect. He narrowed his eyes and could swear she was actually telling the truth.
Catherine stared at Nick with her hands on her hips. She closed her mouth and shook her head. "I don't believe you." She said defiantly.
Nick sighed and looked around them to make sure no one was in hearing distance. "I'm telling you, she honestly had no idea what I was talking about." His voice was hushed as he leaned slightly into Catherine.
Closing her eyes briefly, she shook her head. "We'll I know Marie asked Sara what she thought of the idea."
"Yeah, but didn't she suggest you were the best person to ask?" Nick asked, turning and moving around her as they started to walk towards the break room.
Catherine thought for a second and nodded. "She must have thought that it was still just an idea and nothing was settled."
"Or Griss doesn't actually want her to come." Nick added with a feeling of anger.
Walking into the quiet room, they sat down at the table. Catherine sighed and pushed her hair from her face. "I think there's more to it than that Nicky."
Warrick zipped up his coat as he walked towards his car after shift ended. It was still dark, but the cold hadn't lifted and left a slight chill in the air. As he opened his car, he saw Sara leave the lab and head towards her car. "Hey Sara."
Sara looked up and smiled. "Hey War. You off home?"
"Yeah." He chuckled and climbed into his car as he rolled the window down. "Hey?"
Sara turned back to him, as she was about to unlock her car. "What's up?"
Warrick shook his head. "Nothin, just wondering if you needed a lift tonight." He smiled as she blinked blankly at him. "Hey, it's ok. I forgot until this morning."
Nodding in confusion, she turned to pull open her door. "I'll see you tonight Warrick." Sara was beyond confusion. What was everyone talking about? She didn't know about any dinner. Looking for a CD, she rolled her shoulders and forgot about it.
Grissom stood, staring out the front window. His hands were stuffed into his pockets as he stood stiffly with his eyes fixed on the road. Catherine watched him from the kitchen and sensed he was thinking about something other than the gathering this evening. He looked at the pair conspiring in the kitchen and sighed as he turned to the door that was suddenly announcing the first of the team.
Sara looked at her cell phone as it beeped. She instantly threw it onto the passenger seat and continued to drive home. She was actually going to turn up at the dinner, but then his face from the other month haunted her. She felt worse than she had ever felt, even when Grissom turned her dinner invitation down.
The cell phone rang. Sara sighed and looked at it briefly. It was Catherine. Like she would ring her if it didn't involve work and they weren't working. Only one other reason and that was the dinner. She didn't really know about it until Nick and Warrick mention it. An idea to reality was pretty quick. She didn't think Grissom would have gone for it.
She pulled up to her apartment and parked. She was tired and felt emotionally drained. Her heart was aching and her head was beginning to thump. Sitting in her car for a few more minutes, she stared at the steering wheel logo and sighed. She really didn't know what to do anymore. She got out of her car and headed up to her apartment.
If her boss wanted to keep everything professional with her and be friends with the others, then she will just have to learn to live with it. She wasn't going to leave anymore. She had grown to love living in Vegas and she now knew a few people, although she never went out. The extent of her personal life was pushed down to leaving work and heading home. She might stop at the store and then she would head home and sleep, eat and just keep everything simple so she could be ready for the complicated life.
She stared at the clock now as she lay on the couch. The lights were off and she didn't feel like going to bed. She just kept her eyes on the green glow of the VCR and watched the time pass. She may have fallen asleep but she didn't notice. The time soon drifted by from half an hour to two hours and then most the night was gone. She pulled a cushion closer as she closed her eyes and cleared her head of everything. She lay in her black jeans, dark blue blouse, black fleece jacket and only her socks as she slept into the early hours of the morning.
When she woke up, she felt strangely alone, more than she had ever felt before.
Marie looked across the room at her son. He was sitting on the couch, leaning with his back against the arm and his knees close to his chest. She left him alone. Grissom looked at his sock covered toes and sighed. He had his chance and the opportunity to say everything, tell her everything, but he didn't. She didn't come. He didn't invite her; he didn't mention it to her. Does that mean she doesn't feel the same way? Does it mean that she does and is waiting for him? What if she was waiting, why wasn't he with her right now?
Had he really pushed her away so much that she knows and is willing to back away if he said so? Why would she give up if she still felt something for him? He closed his eyes and leaned his chin against his knees. She hasn't flirted with him in so long. She's respected his professional attitude to everything personally that she has thrown at him. He didn't notice at first, but once he sensed her feelings for him, he backed away and left her in the open to deal with it alone. He's hurt her so many times and he's done nothing to take any of it back.
Grissom didn't know what to do anymore. Would he really risk ruining something that could be great and losing the friendship of someone special? He didn't know anymore, he was lost. He'd never felt so alone in his life. It surpassed everything.
Sara lazily showered and dressed. She decided that she didn't want to be at home all day by herself. As she walked through the park close to her home, she watched the young children on the swings and slides and their parents watching them from the benches or the grass.
She needed to face it now more than ever that she would never be able to have a normal life. Her life was never normal so she didn't really have much of an adjustment to make. Maybe she should have gotten this all out of the way a long time ago and maybe she would have noticed that whatever feelings were there, were just not strong enough or none existent.
She walked through the park for an hour and stopped to buy a coffee on her way past a coffee shop. She headed home to sleep before it was time for work and to gain enough strength to show no crack in her heart or soul. She would push herself into her work and just get along like he wants. To make him happy, she might as well be the thorn in his side and avoid anything remotely personal so she doesn't have to see the conflicted and confused look in his eyes again.