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The next shift saw Grissom, Catherine and Warrick investigating a murder in the up market Summerlin area of the city, while Sara and Nick reviewed their case for the preliminary hearing in two days. Both very aware that whatever evidence they could present would be the reason, or lack thereof for this case to go to trial.
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Two hours after the shift ended Gil Grissom took his place close to her. As he settled into his seat he noticed that as each day had passed the number of curious looks he got from the same passers-by increased, he chuckled to himself as he wondered what they thought of him. He guessed they suspected that he was a cop on stake-out, or a hitman scouting his prey or…or…a stalker…Was he a stalker…no. He was not a stalker, he did not watch her, her did not follow her, he did not send creepy letters or phone calls.
"I just spend huge amounts of my time off sitting outside your apartment because I am more comfortable and at ease there than in my own home. I sit her because I feel close to you; I sit here because being close to you…relaxes me… I just need to tell you." He settled back in his chair, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of being close to her.
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Sara Sidle grabbed her purse and shopping list from the kitchen counter as she left her apartment. After she worked out her frustration from an entire night spent locked in the lab, on any germs co-habiting in her bathroom, she emerged for the task at hand. Groceries.
As she turned away from the main door of her apartment Sara caught a glimpse of what she thought was a familiar car, as she stepped closer to the car Sara was sure that the profile she saw behind the wheel was none other than her boss, who was without doubt fast asleep. Why would he be asleep in his car outside her door? She thought to herself. She questioned herself as to whether she should wake him now and interrogate him on his reasons for being there, but instead she decided that he looked way too cute when he was asleep, she was going to go shopping and decide what to do about 'him' while she was there.
As she strolled around the aisles picking up the various items that sustained her from week to week her mind wandered to the enigma that was parked outside her apartment. She thought that she had seen his car there on a few occasions in the last few weeks, but she put it down to the wishful thinking of an overactive imagination hoping that he was coming to ask if he was too late, hell he probably knew that it would never be too late…. Now she knew that it had to be him…was that the reason he was there…no, she would not allow here hopes to build again, not for him. He was probably working, or just tired and pulled over. "I need to know"
"Pardon dear"
"huh" Sara looked up to see an elderly lady eyeing her curiously. "oh sorry I…uh…just talking to myself, sorry."
The lady had already lost interest by the time Sara had mumbled out her apology and was once again consumed in her task of fishing cartons of milk from the back of the cooler.
Should she just go home, back to her apartment and ignore him, hoping that he would explain later? Could she? Maybe he would be standing outside her apartment, maybe he would be gone and this quandary would be moot. Sara knew she needed to know why he was there. She also knew that if Grissom didn't want her to know then she never would. How would she find out? She knew that the approach taught to her by Catherine Willows was her best option "More flies with honey".
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Grissom awoke with a start, quickly realizing that he was still in his car and that someone was pounding on the window. As he would down the window a starbucks cup appeared though from the outside closely followed by the head of Sara Sidle.
"Oh shit" It slipped out before he came to his senses.
"Nice, I bring you coffee and you swear at me"
"Sorry Sara I didn't mean it that way, sorry, I'm just a little sore."
"That comes from sleeping in your car'
"I guess it does"
"So you gonna drink that there, or are you coming up to share the bagels too" she teased waggling her grocery bags"
"uuhhhhh…"