Part Four
Catherine looked up when her door opened. "Knock!" She growled.
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "I believe you rarely knock on my door when you come to my office, Catherine."
"You're not me and know better." She sighed and turned back to the reports in front of her.
"You wanted to see me Cath? I'm waiting for the DNA results." He stood, waiting for her to tell him why he was standing in his old office.
She placed her pen on the desk and sat back. "I'm pulling Sara off the case."
Grissom's eyes grew. "What?"
"She's obsessed Gil and you know it-"
"And I 'know' she can handle it. She's fine." He protested.
Pushing her chair back, she stood. "We all know Sara can become too emotionally involved in a case and this one tops it off."
"That's not true Catherine. I'm working with her, she's getting better. It's-"
"Exactly Gil. You are needed to work and only consulting. You are not the supervisor anymore."
"No, I'm your boss and I am consulting on cases. I am working on this case specifically because it's a serial, if circumstances were different, I would have left her to work." Grissom's hands were placed firmly on her desk as he stressed his reasons and put Catherine in her place. She has tried to tell him how to do his job for too many years and at times, she steps over the mark. "You remove her Catherine and you'll never hear the end of it, believe, I know. I have work with Sara on nearly every rape and child involved case since she moved to Vegas."
"You don't let her work with anyone else."
Grissom sighed and stood. "I do and you know it. You're trying to fight me Catherine, but it won't work."
"You were late to a crime scene Gil. You both work on high profile cases. You Don't Do Your Job." She accused.
Staring at his longest friend with hurt spread across his face. He nodded and looked down. "My job was my life before I met Sara Catherine, you know that, but how dare you accuse me of not doing my job. I consult, I look over the lab, I inform you of each case and I know you're job. I once had it. You asked for some advice on how to do the job once." He drew in a long breath and looked directly at her. "Trust those who you work with. Believe in their abilities and never judge your own actions."
"You trusted Sara." She stated more than asked.
"Even when we didn't see eye to eye, even when Warrick was gambling. I trusted each one of my CSI's, that included you Cath, with my life."
Catherine sat down and mulled this over. She hadn't meant to be accusing or judging, she didn't want to see a case damaged or her friends hurt in the process. "I'm sorry." She apologised with such sincerity, her voice cracked.
"I still trust you Cath and Sara went home last night and we both slept, ate and relaxed. It's just something you have to wait for. Watch and pick your moment, then attack, but make sure you know when the opposition is failing to concentrate, or take care of themselves. Sara's stubborn but she knows her limits and yes, three days is her limit, she just didn't want to leave a new case waiting." He explained at length. "I better go, It took me a long time Cath, to get use to being the boss, you know that, you had to push me in the right direction at times and that's why you were always the best person for the job."
She watched him turn and leave, still with a wounded look on his face. "Shit." She cursed quietly. She had only held the supervisor position for the best part of two years, but she was still learning the ins and outs. Grissom had helped on some of the political side, but she was always better at it than him, he admitted to that.
Sara was standing in front of the DNA machine with a fascinated look to her eyes. Peter had put the samples from the third crime scene in for analysing. "What are you doing?" He asked after a few minutes.
"Nothing." She answered quickly.
"Ya, right." He scoffed. "You are watching my work aren't you?"
"I'm watching my samples Pete. Nothing wrong with that." She looked up and grinned.
Peter sighed and continued with his work. "I hate it when you watch the sample machine, it's freaky."
"My wife has always been freaky Peter, get use to it." Grissom's voice broke the humour of the room.
Sara didn't turn as she spoke. "You disrupted the calm Dr Grissom. Now I've forgotten what I was thinking about."
"Good." He stated and handed Peter a small brown envelope. "Hannah wanted you to process this yesterday."
"I know, I'm sorry. I forgot." Peter stammered.
"Don't worry, it's a closed case, just get to it so she can put it to bed." He suggested. "Sara." He called as he turned to leave.
She took one last glance at the machine, then turned and patted Peter on the shoulder. "Page me." Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head at her. "Thanks."
Grissom looked up from the tiled floor with a whispered sigh. "Something wrong?" Sara asked suddenly.
He nodded and quickly glanced around them. "Meet me in my office in an hour. I got to do something first." Sara smiled and checked her watch before heading back towards DNA.
Catherine looked up when her door opened. "Knock!" She growled.
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "I believe you rarely knock on my door when you come to my office, Catherine."
"You're not me and know better." She sighed and turned back to the reports in front of her.
"You wanted to see me Cath? I'm waiting for the DNA results." He stood, waiting for her to tell him why he was standing in his old office.
She placed her pen on the desk and sat back. "I'm pulling Sara off the case."
Grissom's eyes grew. "What?"
"She's obsessed Gil and you know it-"
"And I 'know' she can handle it. She's fine." He protested.
Pushing her chair back, she stood. "We all know Sara can become too emotionally involved in a case and this one tops it off."
"That's not true Catherine. I'm working with her, she's getting better. It's-"
"Exactly Gil. You are needed to work and only consulting. You are not the supervisor anymore."
"No, I'm your boss and I am consulting on cases. I am working on this case specifically because it's a serial, if circumstances were different, I would have left her to work." Grissom's hands were placed firmly on her desk as he stressed his reasons and put Catherine in her place. She has tried to tell him how to do his job for too many years and at times, she steps over the mark. "You remove her Catherine and you'll never hear the end of it, believe, I know. I have work with Sara on nearly every rape and child involved case since she moved to Vegas."
"You don't let her work with anyone else."
Grissom sighed and stood. "I do and you know it. You're trying to fight me Catherine, but it won't work."
"You were late to a crime scene Gil. You both work on high profile cases. You Don't Do Your Job." She accused.
Staring at his longest friend with hurt spread across his face. He nodded and looked down. "My job was my life before I met Sara Catherine, you know that, but how dare you accuse me of not doing my job. I consult, I look over the lab, I inform you of each case and I know you're job. I once had it. You asked for some advice on how to do the job once." He drew in a long breath and looked directly at her. "Trust those who you work with. Believe in their abilities and never judge your own actions."
"You trusted Sara." She stated more than asked.
"Even when we didn't see eye to eye, even when Warrick was gambling. I trusted each one of my CSI's, that included you Cath, with my life."
Catherine sat down and mulled this over. She hadn't meant to be accusing or judging, she didn't want to see a case damaged or her friends hurt in the process. "I'm sorry." She apologised with such sincerity, her voice cracked.
"I still trust you Cath and Sara went home last night and we both slept, ate and relaxed. It's just something you have to wait for. Watch and pick your moment, then attack, but make sure you know when the opposition is failing to concentrate, or take care of themselves. Sara's stubborn but she knows her limits and yes, three days is her limit, she just didn't want to leave a new case waiting." He explained at length. "I better go, It took me a long time Cath, to get use to being the boss, you know that, you had to push me in the right direction at times and that's why you were always the best person for the job."
She watched him turn and leave, still with a wounded look on his face. "Shit." She cursed quietly. She had only held the supervisor position for the best part of two years, but she was still learning the ins and outs. Grissom had helped on some of the political side, but she was always better at it than him, he admitted to that.
Sara was standing in front of the DNA machine with a fascinated look to her eyes. Peter had put the samples from the third crime scene in for analysing. "What are you doing?" He asked after a few minutes.
"Nothing." She answered quickly.
"Ya, right." He scoffed. "You are watching my work aren't you?"
"I'm watching my samples Pete. Nothing wrong with that." She looked up and grinned.
Peter sighed and continued with his work. "I hate it when you watch the sample machine, it's freaky."
"My wife has always been freaky Peter, get use to it." Grissom's voice broke the humour of the room.
Sara didn't turn as she spoke. "You disrupted the calm Dr Grissom. Now I've forgotten what I was thinking about."
"Good." He stated and handed Peter a small brown envelope. "Hannah wanted you to process this yesterday."
"I know, I'm sorry. I forgot." Peter stammered.
"Don't worry, it's a closed case, just get to it so she can put it to bed." He suggested. "Sara." He called as he turned to leave.
She took one last glance at the machine, then turned and patted Peter on the shoulder. "Page me." Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head at her. "Thanks."
Grissom looked up from the tiled floor with a whispered sigh. "Something wrong?" Sara asked suddenly.
He nodded and quickly glanced around them. "Meet me in my office in an hour. I got to do something first." Sara smiled and checked her watch before heading back towards DNA.