Sara looked up from the body when she noticed a blue Tahoe pull up next to
hers. She motioned for the body to be taken. As she stood, she saw Grissom
walking towards her. She inwardly told herself to just go with whatever he
wanted.
"Do you want to see the car now Sara?" John asked.
Sara turned to the young police officer and nodded. She picked up her case and camera to follow John a few feet across the gas station. "Why don't you check with Steve on the owners statement John."
"Will do, just call if you need me." John smiled and walked away.
Grissom stood by the car as Sara photographed it. "I was wondering if you needed any help." He asked, looking around him.
Sara looked up and nodded. "Sure."
They worked side by side while they processed the car. The lights of the station illuminated the car and Sara found some blood on the seat. There was also a gun in the foot well of the passenger side. Grissom collected fibres and hairs while Sara lifted prints and did the overall on the outside of the car.
"I'll need to take it back to the lab and find that stray bullet, but I think that's it." Sara announced as she stepped back and looked at the side of the car and mentally logged the scrapes down the doors.
Grissom looked over at the gas station store and noticed the police officers still talking to the owner. Sara turned to see what he was looking at. "They're getting the camera footage." She pointed to the two cameras above them. "And statements." She shrugged and closed her kit.
John and Steve gave wide smiles as they walked towards them. "Hey, Sara. I got the footage you wanted." Steve held out the box of tapes and John handed her the statement sheet.
"Too easy, but here you go. You need us to stick around?" John asked.
Sara looked at Grissom to see him walking towards his car. "No. I'm alright. See you later guys."
Steve nodded. "No problem Sara. Catch you later." John followed his partner and headed towards their patrol car.
Grissom turned as he got to his car door. Sara started to walk towards her car. She put the box in the passenger seat and statement in her case. She looked over the hood of her car to see Grissom watching her. He turned away, telling her he'd be at Catherine's crime scene if she needed him.
It was going to be a long shift, Sara decided. She worked the case alone, just as it was at the beginning. She didn't blame him anymore for what ever was going on. It wasn't his fault he didn't feel the same way, she should have figured that out herself from the beginning, nothing more than friends and she destroyed that. She should never have said anything or flirted with him. He looked at it as a game and she should have allowed it to stay like that, just the way he wanted.
Maybe they could find high ground and be friends again, but until that time, she could see plenty of mistrust and anger. Why was he always the one to use their friendship against them? He would use the same question, (Do you trust me?) and she would be on the spot and the only answer she could possibly give was, (Yes) because she did. Why couldn't she ask him that?
He managed to work the shift in his office and surrounding labs in silence. His head was still trying to figure out what was going on. He was confused and upset. All he needed was to go home and sleep. He needed to clear his head and think about what he was going to do.
When Grissom got home, he ate breakfast with his mother and they talked for a while. After Marie was out of the house to visit Catherine and have lunch at a nice place off the strip, Grissom took his time in the shower. He was tired of the distance and pain that he was causing. It was his fault for leaving this so long. He should have asked her out and gone from there, but instead, he waited and when she asked him out. it couldn't have been the worse timing.
As he turned the water off, he had a sudden thought that she might leave or quit. She tried once before.
Sara was busy reading her case file with the results she picked up from Bobby and Greg when she first got to the lab that night. She wasn't too surprised to find GSR on the body as he was shot, but she still didn't have much to go on. Bobby couldn't match the bullet with the gun found in the vics car. She was starting to get agitated and tense when she kept reading. Greg found epithelial's on the vics coat, but no match. A strange substance was detected and gave inconclusive DNA results.
Grissom appeared behind her and was looking at the report Sara was reading and sighed. "Did Greg check the whole jacket?" Sara nodded mutely as she flipped the page to the autopsy results. "Check with Greg."
"I checked already." She sighed and pulled out a second set of results. "Same."
"What about the substance?" He asked, seeing something in the epithelial's that shouldn't be there.
Sara flipped through the file and stopped at the back. "I'll get Greg to run it again."
"Ok." He watched her stand and walk away.
Catherine walked through the lab quickly. She looked through the glass walls in search of one person. After talking to Nick and Warrick, they had decided to get together at Warrick's after Marie left for her flight.
"Don't take too long Greg. I need those." Sara's voice was heard and in a matter of seconds, her body came into view and Catherine was rushing to catch up.
"Hey Sara, wait up." She called, getting Sara's attention.
"How can I help Catherine?" Sara asked, both falling in step.
Catherine tried to slow the pace and catch her breath. "All the guys are having a few drinks tomorrow night. You up for it?" Sara glanced at her before turning off to enter the break room. Catherine could see a negative response already. "Oh come on. It's just me and the guys, a few beers and a pizza."
Sara sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry Catherine, no can do."
"Well, if you change your mind, we'll be at Warrick's." Catherine turned and left.
Grissom looked up from his pager as he walked from reception. 'Do something or I will. C' He frowned at the message and instantly knew what it was about. He practically had the same words forced at him from his mother.
Sara looked up when Grissom walked pass the doorway, staring at his pager with a frown. She turned back to her research when he stopped just shy of the door and looked around him. He must be looking for someone. She guessed as much when he turned on his heel and entered the lab she was working in.
After a short period of silence, she glanced over the monitor to see what was going on. She saw him standing, looking down at her. "Something wrong Grissom?" She asked, puzzled as to why he was towered over her and not speaking.
He turned his head to check the corridor before turning back and opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his cell phone. He stared at Sara long and hard before reaching into his jacket pocket. He looked back at her briefly and then turned away and left the room. Sara didn't know what to do or to think after that encounter.
Grissom flipped open his phone when he was further away from Sara's lab. "Thank you Catherine, I've just made a fool of myself trying to do what you and my mother are pressuring me to do. If you would stop harassing me, I might actually do something." He slammed the phone shut and roughly pushed it into his pocket.
"Do you want to see the car now Sara?" John asked.
Sara turned to the young police officer and nodded. She picked up her case and camera to follow John a few feet across the gas station. "Why don't you check with Steve on the owners statement John."
"Will do, just call if you need me." John smiled and walked away.
Grissom stood by the car as Sara photographed it. "I was wondering if you needed any help." He asked, looking around him.
Sara looked up and nodded. "Sure."
They worked side by side while they processed the car. The lights of the station illuminated the car and Sara found some blood on the seat. There was also a gun in the foot well of the passenger side. Grissom collected fibres and hairs while Sara lifted prints and did the overall on the outside of the car.
"I'll need to take it back to the lab and find that stray bullet, but I think that's it." Sara announced as she stepped back and looked at the side of the car and mentally logged the scrapes down the doors.
Grissom looked over at the gas station store and noticed the police officers still talking to the owner. Sara turned to see what he was looking at. "They're getting the camera footage." She pointed to the two cameras above them. "And statements." She shrugged and closed her kit.
John and Steve gave wide smiles as they walked towards them. "Hey, Sara. I got the footage you wanted." Steve held out the box of tapes and John handed her the statement sheet.
"Too easy, but here you go. You need us to stick around?" John asked.
Sara looked at Grissom to see him walking towards his car. "No. I'm alright. See you later guys."
Steve nodded. "No problem Sara. Catch you later." John followed his partner and headed towards their patrol car.
Grissom turned as he got to his car door. Sara started to walk towards her car. She put the box in the passenger seat and statement in her case. She looked over the hood of her car to see Grissom watching her. He turned away, telling her he'd be at Catherine's crime scene if she needed him.
It was going to be a long shift, Sara decided. She worked the case alone, just as it was at the beginning. She didn't blame him anymore for what ever was going on. It wasn't his fault he didn't feel the same way, she should have figured that out herself from the beginning, nothing more than friends and she destroyed that. She should never have said anything or flirted with him. He looked at it as a game and she should have allowed it to stay like that, just the way he wanted.
Maybe they could find high ground and be friends again, but until that time, she could see plenty of mistrust and anger. Why was he always the one to use their friendship against them? He would use the same question, (Do you trust me?) and she would be on the spot and the only answer she could possibly give was, (Yes) because she did. Why couldn't she ask him that?
He managed to work the shift in his office and surrounding labs in silence. His head was still trying to figure out what was going on. He was confused and upset. All he needed was to go home and sleep. He needed to clear his head and think about what he was going to do.
When Grissom got home, he ate breakfast with his mother and they talked for a while. After Marie was out of the house to visit Catherine and have lunch at a nice place off the strip, Grissom took his time in the shower. He was tired of the distance and pain that he was causing. It was his fault for leaving this so long. He should have asked her out and gone from there, but instead, he waited and when she asked him out. it couldn't have been the worse timing.
As he turned the water off, he had a sudden thought that she might leave or quit. She tried once before.
Sara was busy reading her case file with the results she picked up from Bobby and Greg when she first got to the lab that night. She wasn't too surprised to find GSR on the body as he was shot, but she still didn't have much to go on. Bobby couldn't match the bullet with the gun found in the vics car. She was starting to get agitated and tense when she kept reading. Greg found epithelial's on the vics coat, but no match. A strange substance was detected and gave inconclusive DNA results.
Grissom appeared behind her and was looking at the report Sara was reading and sighed. "Did Greg check the whole jacket?" Sara nodded mutely as she flipped the page to the autopsy results. "Check with Greg."
"I checked already." She sighed and pulled out a second set of results. "Same."
"What about the substance?" He asked, seeing something in the epithelial's that shouldn't be there.
Sara flipped through the file and stopped at the back. "I'll get Greg to run it again."
"Ok." He watched her stand and walk away.
Catherine walked through the lab quickly. She looked through the glass walls in search of one person. After talking to Nick and Warrick, they had decided to get together at Warrick's after Marie left for her flight.
"Don't take too long Greg. I need those." Sara's voice was heard and in a matter of seconds, her body came into view and Catherine was rushing to catch up.
"Hey Sara, wait up." She called, getting Sara's attention.
"How can I help Catherine?" Sara asked, both falling in step.
Catherine tried to slow the pace and catch her breath. "All the guys are having a few drinks tomorrow night. You up for it?" Sara glanced at her before turning off to enter the break room. Catherine could see a negative response already. "Oh come on. It's just me and the guys, a few beers and a pizza."
Sara sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry Catherine, no can do."
"Well, if you change your mind, we'll be at Warrick's." Catherine turned and left.
Grissom looked up from his pager as he walked from reception. 'Do something or I will. C' He frowned at the message and instantly knew what it was about. He practically had the same words forced at him from his mother.
Sara looked up when Grissom walked pass the doorway, staring at his pager with a frown. She turned back to her research when he stopped just shy of the door and looked around him. He must be looking for someone. She guessed as much when he turned on his heel and entered the lab she was working in.
After a short period of silence, she glanced over the monitor to see what was going on. She saw him standing, looking down at her. "Something wrong Grissom?" She asked, puzzled as to why he was towered over her and not speaking.
He turned his head to check the corridor before turning back and opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his cell phone. He stared at Sara long and hard before reaching into his jacket pocket. He looked back at her briefly and then turned away and left the room. Sara didn't know what to do or to think after that encounter.
Grissom flipped open his phone when he was further away from Sara's lab. "Thank you Catherine, I've just made a fool of myself trying to do what you and my mother are pressuring me to do. If you would stop harassing me, I might actually do something." He slammed the phone shut and roughly pushed it into his pocket.