Part Nine
"It's her first night." He stressed.
"Yes and she's capable of going out into the field."
"No!" He told her sternly.
"I don't see the problem."
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Of course you don't. We haven't had an intern at the lab for over a year and you know the rules. She cannot go out into the field until her fifth week and then, she has to be evaluated to be considered ready."
"She's ready."
"For gods sakes! I knew this would happen! You can't let your feelings get in the way Catherine. She maybe your daughter, but she's working for you and you 'still' work for me. 'I' decide if she's ready for the field and until then, she will start her first full night in the lab with Philip. No questions! I can't allow her to go out into the field with no training. You know that and everyone else expects that. If she compromises the scene, she will be ripped apart on the stand and so will you and me. I will not allow it. Final!" He stormed out of the office and stalked towards his wife's office.
Sara was sitting behind her desk with the serial case open. She was trying to find a geological pattern, but there didn't seem to be one. She still couldn't figure out why they were half buried. They were all strangled, but no harsh bruises were found. It was hard to believe that the victims let the killer strangle them without a struggle, yet the tox screens were clean.
Just before she continued to read the final vics file, her office door opened abruptly and an angry, pissed off and highly steaming lab co- ordinator, husband, father and grandfather, stormed in and slammed the door hard. "You will not believe what she just did? I can't believe it! She's pushing, she really is. How can she do that? I really can't think about this, god!"
She watched him pace out his anger as he rambled off questions and comments about someone. They had only been at work for two hours and in that time, Grissom was in his office going over Lindsey's current folio and recommendations from college while she was trying to find some foot way on the current case.
Sensing he was going to hyperventilate any second, she stood and intercepted him as he turned. She grasped his arms and surprised him with a kiss. Completely taken of guard by the kiss, he stumbled forward and crushed her against her desk.
"Wow." He whispered with slate blue eyes as he pulled away slightly.
Sara's hands ran up his back as she sat on her desk. "You wanna tell me why you're here?" She asked quietly, gazing into his eyes.
Still trying to fathom what just happened, he found himself moving closer and pushing his hips between her legs.
Squinting at him curiously, she looked down to see his hands pushing up her thighs. Shaking her head and giggling, she gripped his hands quickly. "That's not why I kissed you Gil."
Only half hearing her, he wiggled his hands from hers and pulled her closer. "You turn me on with that little stunt and now you say you didn't mean it?" His voice was gruff as his fingers slipped under her shirt.
"You were babbling."
"Was I?" He asked softly. "Didn't realise, sorry."
She sighed against him and lifted her head to join their lips. "Be quick." She whispered.
Grissom pulled away and locked the door. Sara grinned when he turned back and quickly resumed his position between her thighs. "I know we can't, but I'm gonna take advantage of the time alone." He kissed and pulled her roughly against him. Sara's hands squeezed his buttocks and moaned as he pushed against her.
It wasn't everyday that a rambling genius barged into your office and you suddenly end up making out on your desk. Although it was obvious they could be interrupted at any minute, it was a difficult to believe that they weren't discovered on the one and only occasion they went further than making out.
"Griss," She gasped. "Gil!" She said louder to get her husbands attention.
"Damnit Sara." He groaned and pulled away. "I'm pissed off!"
Sara licked her lips as she kept her eyes on him. He returned to pacing and rambling. Sighing, she stood and held up her hands to stop him. "Do I have to kiss you again?" She warned.
He grinned. "Wouldn't help my current predicament, but I wouldn't mind."
Shaking her head, she moved to sit down. "Ok, tell me, slowly and with pauses, what happened."
Sighing heavily, he sat down on the edge of her desk. "Catherine."
"Oh."
"I know." He chuckled and started gesturing wildly. "She's trying to convince me that Lindsey's ready for the field."
"Not on her first night Gil." Sara interrupted.
Grissom opened his mouth but closed it. He stood and nodded. "You're right."
Sara smiled. "You told her that, huh?"
He nodded mutely and headed for the door. Reaching for the handle, he unlocked it. "So." He turned and looked at her. "5 weeks, evaluation and tell Catherine no."
"Uh huh." She smiled sweetly. "Got it in one and I'm not even management. Bye honey." She waved and pulled the open case file towards her.
"I forgot something." He said as he leaned over the desk.
"What would that be?" She asked, looking up.
"A kiss."
Sara chuckled and pushed herself up slightly to place a small kiss on his lips. "Go to work." She told him, shoving him back.
"Okay, I'm going. I better see if she left my office yet." He laughed and closed the door after him.
"It's her first night." He stressed.
"Yes and she's capable of going out into the field."
"No!" He told her sternly.
"I don't see the problem."
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Of course you don't. We haven't had an intern at the lab for over a year and you know the rules. She cannot go out into the field until her fifth week and then, she has to be evaluated to be considered ready."
"She's ready."
"For gods sakes! I knew this would happen! You can't let your feelings get in the way Catherine. She maybe your daughter, but she's working for you and you 'still' work for me. 'I' decide if she's ready for the field and until then, she will start her first full night in the lab with Philip. No questions! I can't allow her to go out into the field with no training. You know that and everyone else expects that. If she compromises the scene, she will be ripped apart on the stand and so will you and me. I will not allow it. Final!" He stormed out of the office and stalked towards his wife's office.
Sara was sitting behind her desk with the serial case open. She was trying to find a geological pattern, but there didn't seem to be one. She still couldn't figure out why they were half buried. They were all strangled, but no harsh bruises were found. It was hard to believe that the victims let the killer strangle them without a struggle, yet the tox screens were clean.
Just before she continued to read the final vics file, her office door opened abruptly and an angry, pissed off and highly steaming lab co- ordinator, husband, father and grandfather, stormed in and slammed the door hard. "You will not believe what she just did? I can't believe it! She's pushing, she really is. How can she do that? I really can't think about this, god!"
She watched him pace out his anger as he rambled off questions and comments about someone. They had only been at work for two hours and in that time, Grissom was in his office going over Lindsey's current folio and recommendations from college while she was trying to find some foot way on the current case.
Sensing he was going to hyperventilate any second, she stood and intercepted him as he turned. She grasped his arms and surprised him with a kiss. Completely taken of guard by the kiss, he stumbled forward and crushed her against her desk.
"Wow." He whispered with slate blue eyes as he pulled away slightly.
Sara's hands ran up his back as she sat on her desk. "You wanna tell me why you're here?" She asked quietly, gazing into his eyes.
Still trying to fathom what just happened, he found himself moving closer and pushing his hips between her legs.
Squinting at him curiously, she looked down to see his hands pushing up her thighs. Shaking her head and giggling, she gripped his hands quickly. "That's not why I kissed you Gil."
Only half hearing her, he wiggled his hands from hers and pulled her closer. "You turn me on with that little stunt and now you say you didn't mean it?" His voice was gruff as his fingers slipped under her shirt.
"You were babbling."
"Was I?" He asked softly. "Didn't realise, sorry."
She sighed against him and lifted her head to join their lips. "Be quick." She whispered.
Grissom pulled away and locked the door. Sara grinned when he turned back and quickly resumed his position between her thighs. "I know we can't, but I'm gonna take advantage of the time alone." He kissed and pulled her roughly against him. Sara's hands squeezed his buttocks and moaned as he pushed against her.
It wasn't everyday that a rambling genius barged into your office and you suddenly end up making out on your desk. Although it was obvious they could be interrupted at any minute, it was a difficult to believe that they weren't discovered on the one and only occasion they went further than making out.
"Griss," She gasped. "Gil!" She said louder to get her husbands attention.
"Damnit Sara." He groaned and pulled away. "I'm pissed off!"
Sara licked her lips as she kept her eyes on him. He returned to pacing and rambling. Sighing, she stood and held up her hands to stop him. "Do I have to kiss you again?" She warned.
He grinned. "Wouldn't help my current predicament, but I wouldn't mind."
Shaking her head, she moved to sit down. "Ok, tell me, slowly and with pauses, what happened."
Sighing heavily, he sat down on the edge of her desk. "Catherine."
"Oh."
"I know." He chuckled and started gesturing wildly. "She's trying to convince me that Lindsey's ready for the field."
"Not on her first night Gil." Sara interrupted.
Grissom opened his mouth but closed it. He stood and nodded. "You're right."
Sara smiled. "You told her that, huh?"
He nodded mutely and headed for the door. Reaching for the handle, he unlocked it. "So." He turned and looked at her. "5 weeks, evaluation and tell Catherine no."
"Uh huh." She smiled sweetly. "Got it in one and I'm not even management. Bye honey." She waved and pulled the open case file towards her.
"I forgot something." He said as he leaned over the desk.
"What would that be?" She asked, looking up.
"A kiss."
Sara chuckled and pushed herself up slightly to place a small kiss on his lips. "Go to work." She told him, shoving him back.
"Okay, I'm going. I better see if she left my office yet." He laughed and closed the door after him.