The Baby Farm
by Bugs and Beauty
AN: We are at the end of this story *sob*. What I wanted everyone to know is that this is the first of a trilogy? This story does stand alone but it meshes well with the other two-Unsound Mind and Visible Evidence-as they are all written in the same universe and build upon each other. I have many short stories that are waiting to be written so I don't know exactly when I will start Unsound Mind. Ironically, Visible Evidence is almost done. :P The major issue I am having is how many stories will take place between Baby Farm and Visible Evidence.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Interrogation Room Eight
Grissom and Sara stood behind the one way mirror. The brunette hugged her arms to her body. Grissom tilted his head so he could see her without being too obvious about it. She looked thin. Too thin. His eyes narrowed with disapproval at the thought. Too often it seemed she sacrificed too much of herself for others. His own behavior towards her made him wince. Inside the room Brass was seated with another officer. The older CSI recognized him as the man who was at Sara's apartment earlier. He took a minute to really assess the other man. He was roughly fifteen years younger than Grissom. His hair had not grayed nor was he out of shape. Gil sucked in his stomach. Perhaps he should look at some of the gym offers in his junk mail. Now that he had decided to be with Sara, he was not about to let some stupid pup in a uniform take her away from him.
His attention went back to Brass as the Director entered the room with his attorney. Farnham was too smug. He could see Brass gesture for them both to be seated at the table. The officer..Mark, as he recalled the name, took over the interrogation. He could feel rather than see Sara focus her attention to the man.
Sara felt Grissom tense up the moment the suspect entered the room. Something was different about him. She allowed her eyes to wander over to his body. She could not tell a difference at first but he seemed to have lost weight. She turned her head over as soon as he looked her way.
"Sara..." He trailed off not knowing what to say to her.
She sighed. "Grissom, I-I don't know what to say." She moved her body closer to him. Her hands raised up and she gestured as she spoke. "Mark is...well he is not Hank. We were going over evidence at my apartment. Nothing else."
Grissom let out the breath he was holding inside. "Oh." His brow furrowed as he thought over his position.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" She threw up her hands. "Forget it. Why do I expect you to understand anymore."
Grissom's reply was lost as Brass slammed his fist on the table. Farnham sat back in his chair and his attorney started talking-very fast. When he turned his head, Sara had left the room. Things had to change between them.
"Sidle!" the name barked louder than he meant to but it got her attention. She looked mortified that he was so loud. He gestured to his office and walked inside. For once, Brass could take care of the suspect. He cleared off his desk. Papers flew to the floor in stacks. Some neat and some not so neat but he did not care. What would he say to her?
Sara trudged into his office. "Close the door." His voice was firm. He could see the reluctance and rebellion in her eyes. Unlike Nick or Warrick, she looked at him like he was the enemy.
"What do you want?"
"You missed..." his mind raced "....we had a meeting at the end of shift yesterday. You missed it." He found something concrete to talk about to her. "When I set a date and time for a meeting, I expect you to follow through on it."
"The same could be said of you." Her expression was not friendly.
"It's obvious you have problems dealing with cases concerning people who are different."
"Maybe those different people should give me a chance. They already made up their mind about how I think and feel before I even got to do anything."
He looked at her. Was she trying to tell him something else? He could not tell from her expression. "You don't seem sensitive to other people's needs."
"Hah! You are one to talk of sensitivity Grissom. Most of the time you are on my back about being too sensitive." She rose from the chair and pointed her finger at him. "Maybe you need to decide how you feel."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He rounded his desk. "I do the best I can with what I have which is not much. Nobody is without mistakes Sara. It's hard to do things right if the other person does not forgive those mistakes."
Sara bit her lip. "Maybe other people need to communicate more and not jump to conclusions."
He nodded at her. An uneasy silence fell between them. Sara was the first to look away. He sat behind his desk and made a show of shuffling papers. Brass' head popped inside. "You guys not love me anymore?" He said with a smile.
Sara nodded at him. "We get a confession?" Brass shrugged his shoulders. "I got one for paying for a child. The center will close and maybe the DA will prosecute the parents." He shook his head. "It only feels like half a victory."
Sara pushed past him and out the door. Brass looked at Gil. "Problems in paradise?"
Grissom sighed.
The End
Addendum: I deliberately left the case with an unsatisfying end. Not the happiest of GSR stories but I think it plays fairly true to form for them.
by Bugs and Beauty
AN: We are at the end of this story *sob*. What I wanted everyone to know is that this is the first of a trilogy? This story does stand alone but it meshes well with the other two-Unsound Mind and Visible Evidence-as they are all written in the same universe and build upon each other. I have many short stories that are waiting to be written so I don't know exactly when I will start Unsound Mind. Ironically, Visible Evidence is almost done. :P The major issue I am having is how many stories will take place between Baby Farm and Visible Evidence.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Interrogation Room Eight
Grissom and Sara stood behind the one way mirror. The brunette hugged her arms to her body. Grissom tilted his head so he could see her without being too obvious about it. She looked thin. Too thin. His eyes narrowed with disapproval at the thought. Too often it seemed she sacrificed too much of herself for others. His own behavior towards her made him wince. Inside the room Brass was seated with another officer. The older CSI recognized him as the man who was at Sara's apartment earlier. He took a minute to really assess the other man. He was roughly fifteen years younger than Grissom. His hair had not grayed nor was he out of shape. Gil sucked in his stomach. Perhaps he should look at some of the gym offers in his junk mail. Now that he had decided to be with Sara, he was not about to let some stupid pup in a uniform take her away from him.
His attention went back to Brass as the Director entered the room with his attorney. Farnham was too smug. He could see Brass gesture for them both to be seated at the table. The officer..Mark, as he recalled the name, took over the interrogation. He could feel rather than see Sara focus her attention to the man.
Sara felt Grissom tense up the moment the suspect entered the room. Something was different about him. She allowed her eyes to wander over to his body. She could not tell a difference at first but he seemed to have lost weight. She turned her head over as soon as he looked her way.
"Sara..." He trailed off not knowing what to say to her.
She sighed. "Grissom, I-I don't know what to say." She moved her body closer to him. Her hands raised up and she gestured as she spoke. "Mark is...well he is not Hank. We were going over evidence at my apartment. Nothing else."
Grissom let out the breath he was holding inside. "Oh." His brow furrowed as he thought over his position.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" She threw up her hands. "Forget it. Why do I expect you to understand anymore."
Grissom's reply was lost as Brass slammed his fist on the table. Farnham sat back in his chair and his attorney started talking-very fast. When he turned his head, Sara had left the room. Things had to change between them.
"Sidle!" the name barked louder than he meant to but it got her attention. She looked mortified that he was so loud. He gestured to his office and walked inside. For once, Brass could take care of the suspect. He cleared off his desk. Papers flew to the floor in stacks. Some neat and some not so neat but he did not care. What would he say to her?
Sara trudged into his office. "Close the door." His voice was firm. He could see the reluctance and rebellion in her eyes. Unlike Nick or Warrick, she looked at him like he was the enemy.
"What do you want?"
"You missed..." his mind raced "....we had a meeting at the end of shift yesterday. You missed it." He found something concrete to talk about to her. "When I set a date and time for a meeting, I expect you to follow through on it."
"The same could be said of you." Her expression was not friendly.
"It's obvious you have problems dealing with cases concerning people who are different."
"Maybe those different people should give me a chance. They already made up their mind about how I think and feel before I even got to do anything."
He looked at her. Was she trying to tell him something else? He could not tell from her expression. "You don't seem sensitive to other people's needs."
"Hah! You are one to talk of sensitivity Grissom. Most of the time you are on my back about being too sensitive." She rose from the chair and pointed her finger at him. "Maybe you need to decide how you feel."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He rounded his desk. "I do the best I can with what I have which is not much. Nobody is without mistakes Sara. It's hard to do things right if the other person does not forgive those mistakes."
Sara bit her lip. "Maybe other people need to communicate more and not jump to conclusions."
He nodded at her. An uneasy silence fell between them. Sara was the first to look away. He sat behind his desk and made a show of shuffling papers. Brass' head popped inside. "You guys not love me anymore?" He said with a smile.
Sara nodded at him. "We get a confession?" Brass shrugged his shoulders. "I got one for paying for a child. The center will close and maybe the DA will prosecute the parents." He shook his head. "It only feels like half a victory."
Sara pushed past him and out the door. Brass looked at Gil. "Problems in paradise?"
Grissom sighed.
The End
Addendum: I deliberately left the case with an unsatisfying end. Not the happiest of GSR stories but I think it plays fairly true to form for them.