Note: The first chapter was the drama one, this will be the romantic part,
I think.. It is a little bit different than chapter one but I didn't know
how to combine it with the dialogues otherwise. I hope you'll love it as
much as the beginning though.
After Nick and Sara gathered all the evidence from the crime-scene they headed back to headquarters.
It was just an hour ago..
Arrived at the building they went to the lab, but before they even entered they could already hear loud music playing which was usual when Greg worked.
"Greg!"
He turned around quickly with a shocked and guilty look on his face.
He didn't hear them coming.obviously.
After turning the music off, Nick said in casual voice "Tom Jackson, 36 years old, accountant, multiple stab-wounds" and plopped the bag down on the table. " Could you page me when you're done?"
"Sure"
Greg looked expectantly at Sara. Usually she had something to add too, but she seemed a little quit tonight.
She seemed distracted.
It was just an hour ago.
Suddenly she stiffened a yawn
"I think I'm done for today.I'm heading home."
And with that she turned around and left the room, leaving a perplexed look on the men's faces.
"What's with her?" Greg asked confused.
"Dunno, she's been like that the whole time." Nick answered with a concerned tone.
"Hmm, well maybe she'll feel better if she comes back tomorrow.."
"I hope so, Greggo."
"Well, gotta go.don't forget about the evidence I gave you."
"Sure, I'll page you!" Greg screamed but Nick was already at the other side of the hallway."
*
Sara wouldn't go home without a decent cup of coffee.
She was in desperate need of some caffeine.
Not just because her mind screamed for it.
Not just because it was a long night.
Not because she didn't know what to think.
It was an hour ago.
She entered the break-room and for a moment she thought her heart stood still.
She thought she stopped breathing.
Grissom leaned against the kitchen-counter eating his meal and he was going through some forensic magazine which usual lay everywhere and nowhere.
"Hi"
She said in a quit voice.
His head shot up."Hi Sara".She didn't recognize his voice.
It was different.
'Oh my god! His face.'
"Griss, have you seen your face lately? It looks horrible!"
The skin right under his eye was even darker than before and all swollen up.
"Yeah, I've seen it." He smiled slightly and looked at her.
She instantly forgot why her heart seemed to stop a minute ago.
Why her breathing stopped.
It seemed to get a different reason though.
It surely looked very bad.
It wasn't an hour ago..
She walked over to Griss.
"Have you put some ice on that?" she asked worried.
He looked at her.
He couldn't read her expression.
"No."
"No?"
"It won't go away anyway."
She looked at him strangely.
"Grissom, you're being stubborn." She said with a stern voice.
He smiled again
Although it was a mixed smile.
A mix of sadness and angst.
She took a washcloth from the cabin and put some ice on it.
"Sara." He protested.
She stood now in front of him, washcloth with ice in her hand.
"Have I ever told you I like symmetry?"
Symmetry.
It was supposed to be half-sarcastic, half-joking.
Maybe because she wouldn't be able to handle the situation otherwise.
He chuckled and held his head straight up.
Shaking his head.. "You haven't."
But I knew.
She put the ice on his face.
"Better?"
"Yeah" he said in a light voice.
He smiled gratefully at her and held her look.
"What eh h..happened? Sara stammered.
She remembered her lightheadedness now.
She remembered the exact reason of it now.
"I took a risk." His voice was soft now.
Sara decided to ignore that comment.
"Nick and I gathered the evidence from the Monaco. It . eh, it's in the lab. Greg is busy analyzing it."
"Good." was his reply.
"Since when do you reply to something like that with just one syllable?" Her tone was serious.
Since I met you.
Since I dreamed of you.
Since I wanted to make love to you.
Since I wanted to wake up next to you.
He wrinkled his brow. "I guess, I ..eh just had a long and exhausting day."
When she realized she was still dabbing his skin and eye with the ice-cloth she suddenly dropped her hand.
She realized she was lost in the moment.
She realized he hadn't even panicked.
Suddenly Brass, Warrick and Catherine stormed into the breakroom.
"Our friend, Dr. Lurie just escaped!" Brass yelled.
Grissom swirled around.
Shit! How could that be possible?
He started to follow the others who already where heading to the door, when he heard Sara's voice.
"I'm coming with you." She said.
Grissom immediately stiffened.
"No Sara, you better stay here."
His voice was all business-like.
"Why? Greg is at least for a..."
He interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.
"Sara, you're not going with me. I want you to stay here."
She couldn't go with them.
It was too dangerous.
He could not loose her twice.
He was already a few feet down the hallway, when he heard her again..
"I don't believe you, you're doubting my skills again!"
She was angry now.
What was she supposed to do here otherwise? Knitting?
Grissom clenched his fist en his face clearly reddened.
He stood still
He turned around.
He was mad.
Without thinking clearly he blurted.
"I thought you would've understood I wasn't talking about Debby an hour ago."
He knew...
TBC
After Nick and Sara gathered all the evidence from the crime-scene they headed back to headquarters.
It was just an hour ago..
Arrived at the building they went to the lab, but before they even entered they could already hear loud music playing which was usual when Greg worked.
"Greg!"
He turned around quickly with a shocked and guilty look on his face.
He didn't hear them coming.obviously.
After turning the music off, Nick said in casual voice "Tom Jackson, 36 years old, accountant, multiple stab-wounds" and plopped the bag down on the table. " Could you page me when you're done?"
"Sure"
Greg looked expectantly at Sara. Usually she had something to add too, but she seemed a little quit tonight.
She seemed distracted.
It was just an hour ago.
Suddenly she stiffened a yawn
"I think I'm done for today.I'm heading home."
And with that she turned around and left the room, leaving a perplexed look on the men's faces.
"What's with her?" Greg asked confused.
"Dunno, she's been like that the whole time." Nick answered with a concerned tone.
"Hmm, well maybe she'll feel better if she comes back tomorrow.."
"I hope so, Greggo."
"Well, gotta go.don't forget about the evidence I gave you."
"Sure, I'll page you!" Greg screamed but Nick was already at the other side of the hallway."
*
Sara wouldn't go home without a decent cup of coffee.
She was in desperate need of some caffeine.
Not just because her mind screamed for it.
Not just because it was a long night.
Not because she didn't know what to think.
It was an hour ago.
She entered the break-room and for a moment she thought her heart stood still.
She thought she stopped breathing.
Grissom leaned against the kitchen-counter eating his meal and he was going through some forensic magazine which usual lay everywhere and nowhere.
"Hi"
She said in a quit voice.
His head shot up."Hi Sara".She didn't recognize his voice.
It was different.
'Oh my god! His face.'
"Griss, have you seen your face lately? It looks horrible!"
The skin right under his eye was even darker than before and all swollen up.
"Yeah, I've seen it." He smiled slightly and looked at her.
She instantly forgot why her heart seemed to stop a minute ago.
Why her breathing stopped.
It seemed to get a different reason though.
It surely looked very bad.
It wasn't an hour ago..
She walked over to Griss.
"Have you put some ice on that?" she asked worried.
He looked at her.
He couldn't read her expression.
"No."
"No?"
"It won't go away anyway."
She looked at him strangely.
"Grissom, you're being stubborn." She said with a stern voice.
He smiled again
Although it was a mixed smile.
A mix of sadness and angst.
She took a washcloth from the cabin and put some ice on it.
"Sara." He protested.
She stood now in front of him, washcloth with ice in her hand.
"Have I ever told you I like symmetry?"
Symmetry.
It was supposed to be half-sarcastic, half-joking.
Maybe because she wouldn't be able to handle the situation otherwise.
He chuckled and held his head straight up.
Shaking his head.. "You haven't."
But I knew.
She put the ice on his face.
"Better?"
"Yeah" he said in a light voice.
He smiled gratefully at her and held her look.
"What eh h..happened? Sara stammered.
She remembered her lightheadedness now.
She remembered the exact reason of it now.
"I took a risk." His voice was soft now.
Sara decided to ignore that comment.
"Nick and I gathered the evidence from the Monaco. It . eh, it's in the lab. Greg is busy analyzing it."
"Good." was his reply.
"Since when do you reply to something like that with just one syllable?" Her tone was serious.
Since I met you.
Since I dreamed of you.
Since I wanted to make love to you.
Since I wanted to wake up next to you.
He wrinkled his brow. "I guess, I ..eh just had a long and exhausting day."
When she realized she was still dabbing his skin and eye with the ice-cloth she suddenly dropped her hand.
She realized she was lost in the moment.
She realized he hadn't even panicked.
Suddenly Brass, Warrick and Catherine stormed into the breakroom.
"Our friend, Dr. Lurie just escaped!" Brass yelled.
Grissom swirled around.
Shit! How could that be possible?
He started to follow the others who already where heading to the door, when he heard Sara's voice.
"I'm coming with you." She said.
Grissom immediately stiffened.
"No Sara, you better stay here."
His voice was all business-like.
"Why? Greg is at least for a..."
He interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.
"Sara, you're not going with me. I want you to stay here."
She couldn't go with them.
It was too dangerous.
He could not loose her twice.
He was already a few feet down the hallway, when he heard her again..
"I don't believe you, you're doubting my skills again!"
She was angry now.
What was she supposed to do here otherwise? Knitting?
Grissom clenched his fist en his face clearly reddened.
He stood still
He turned around.
He was mad.
Without thinking clearly he blurted.
"I thought you would've understood I wasn't talking about Debby an hour ago."
He knew...
TBC