Note: Sorry guys for my late update. Am way to busy with school.I know bad
excuse. :o) Anyway, someone asked for a longer chapter.well, here it is..
:o)
"You're with me."
Grissom said in a nonchalant voice.
Sara was stunned to say the least.
Working with him again?
She didn't know if she could handle that.
If she wanted that.
"Are you coming with me or are you planning to stand there all day long."
His soft voice broke off her dreams.
She turned fully towards him so she could face him.
"Yeah.."
It was the only thing she could say..
Maybe wanted to say.
She didn't know.
On their way to the Tahoe Sara asked what kind of case they're heading to.
"Man was found in Lake Denver, shot-wound in the chest. So far, that's all I know."
Sara just nodded.
*
When they arrived at the crime scene they ducked under the yellow tape and walked over to where the body lay.
Grissom was the first who saw the body but he instinctively reached for Sara's arm to hold her back.
It was too late.
He could hear her gasp loudly.
"Oh my god."
She said in a horrific tone.
This could NOT be true.
It wasn't true.
It was just a bad dream.
Bad dreams like before.
After blinking her eyes she looked again.
It was still the same.
It hadn't changed.
It wasn't a bad dream.
It was for real.
"These crimes are giving me the creeps lately."
Sara said with a shocked voice.
Grissom chuckled.
He was still looking at the man.
"I know."
He added.
The victim had graying curly hair. His eyes were closed.
Blue eyes.
"Dan Stanford, 47 years-old, single, attorney he came back from a visit at his mother. Was found here an hour ago." Brass who had walked over to his colleagues informed them about the dead man.
The reactions from the two CSI's did not go unnoticed by Brass.
It was understandable.
It was just too coincidental.
Or not?
Sara suddenly panicked.
"Grissom, what if Lurie took revenge? It could be some conspiracy. Maybe he hired someone to kill him? What.."
She was completely unaware of her babbling-mode.
Grissom was not.
"Sara, please calm down. We don't have any evidence that these two crimes are related. And besides, the circumstances in which the bodies are found are completely different. We should wait till we have all the evidence gathered."
He said in a calm voice.
"I know."
She sighed.
"But isn't it just odd that.."
"That he just looks like me?"
He completed the sentence for her.
They turned towards each-other.
Grissom just shrugged and smirked.
Sara just looked with a look of angst at him.
"If his secretary killed him I'll eat my shoe."
Grissom looked at her with wrinkled brows.
"Sara.for now we should assume nothing."
"And concentrate on what cannot lie, huh?
Grissom turned back to his work.
*
Back at the lab Sara was exhausted. Not only was the crime scene a complete mess, it also had been a long ride back to the lab.
Dumping the evidence in the lab she decided to plop down on the couch for a nap.
Something white on the floor caught her attention.
She bent down to pick up the paper.
She unfolded it.
'Oh no.'
She immediately felt guilty for knowing this.
She knew how private Grissom was.
But it wasn't her fault.
He must have lost it.
Laying-down on the couch she fell into sleep.
*
Grissom was bent over a microscope when he suddenly thought of Sara.
He was in the supposition that she was in ballistics examining the bullet, but now remembering she never walked in that direction.
He walked away and decided to find out where she could be.
Entering the break-room he found a very dizzy Sara sitting up now, rubbing her eyes.
He found her looking adorable.
"You fell asleep?"
He asked. Not sounding accusing.
"Yeah."
Sara answered sheepishly.
"That's okay. You looked tired anyway."
Sara smiled.
They locked eyes for a moment.
Both remembering the last two days.
Both wanted to say something.
Both didn't know how to begin.
Both knowing what they felt.
What each felt.
But who was the one to say the scary words?
Sara, who felt her cheeks redden stood up.
Paper in her hand.
Still unsure how to start this conversation.
She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
Or making him angry.
Making him run away.
"I eh..I found this.' She said careful.
"You must have lost it this morning when you handed out the assignments and I eh..I thought you might need it for your appointment tomorrow."
Handing the medical card to him.
She waited for his reaction.
There came none.
He looked with shock at it.
After a few minutes at her.
This wasn't the way he planned to let her now.
Sara saw his discomfort grew.
But decided to confront him nonetheless.
She had promised herself that.
"I.eh, I just wanted to let you know that."
For a moment she looked in his deep blue eyes.
Waiting for a reaction.
Still nothing.
"I wanted to let you know that I don't care you have this ear-disease."
She laughed dramatically.
"Hell, I don't even care if you lost all your senses."
He still hadn't moved.
'Well, just finish what you've started.' She thought.
"It doesn't change my love for you."
Grissom's head shot up.
Looking at her.
Not quite believing that she had said that.
Did he hear this right?
Did he hear her saying 'love'?
The silence in the break-room felt like an eternity.
And Sara became more and more uncomfortable with it.
She could slap herself for the head for bringing this up.
"See, I told you I'm always overtalking around you." She said embarrassed.
With that she walked away, towards the door.
Passing Grissom.
But before she could even put a foot at the other side of the threshold she felt a warm hand surrounding her wrist.
Feeling his warm, rough fingers spreading and gently rubbing her underarm.
She looked up.
Just to meet a pair of blue eyes.
The most beautiful eyes she'd even seen.
Staring intently at her.
What she saw in those eyes was a mix of so many things.
Angst, fear, guilt, insecurities..
But also, love, hope, happiness.
And a will to open up.
To Be Continued.
"You're with me."
Grissom said in a nonchalant voice.
Sara was stunned to say the least.
Working with him again?
She didn't know if she could handle that.
If she wanted that.
"Are you coming with me or are you planning to stand there all day long."
His soft voice broke off her dreams.
She turned fully towards him so she could face him.
"Yeah.."
It was the only thing she could say..
Maybe wanted to say.
She didn't know.
On their way to the Tahoe Sara asked what kind of case they're heading to.
"Man was found in Lake Denver, shot-wound in the chest. So far, that's all I know."
Sara just nodded.
*
When they arrived at the crime scene they ducked under the yellow tape and walked over to where the body lay.
Grissom was the first who saw the body but he instinctively reached for Sara's arm to hold her back.
It was too late.
He could hear her gasp loudly.
"Oh my god."
She said in a horrific tone.
This could NOT be true.
It wasn't true.
It was just a bad dream.
Bad dreams like before.
After blinking her eyes she looked again.
It was still the same.
It hadn't changed.
It wasn't a bad dream.
It was for real.
"These crimes are giving me the creeps lately."
Sara said with a shocked voice.
Grissom chuckled.
He was still looking at the man.
"I know."
He added.
The victim had graying curly hair. His eyes were closed.
Blue eyes.
"Dan Stanford, 47 years-old, single, attorney he came back from a visit at his mother. Was found here an hour ago." Brass who had walked over to his colleagues informed them about the dead man.
The reactions from the two CSI's did not go unnoticed by Brass.
It was understandable.
It was just too coincidental.
Or not?
Sara suddenly panicked.
"Grissom, what if Lurie took revenge? It could be some conspiracy. Maybe he hired someone to kill him? What.."
She was completely unaware of her babbling-mode.
Grissom was not.
"Sara, please calm down. We don't have any evidence that these two crimes are related. And besides, the circumstances in which the bodies are found are completely different. We should wait till we have all the evidence gathered."
He said in a calm voice.
"I know."
She sighed.
"But isn't it just odd that.."
"That he just looks like me?"
He completed the sentence for her.
They turned towards each-other.
Grissom just shrugged and smirked.
Sara just looked with a look of angst at him.
"If his secretary killed him I'll eat my shoe."
Grissom looked at her with wrinkled brows.
"Sara.for now we should assume nothing."
"And concentrate on what cannot lie, huh?
Grissom turned back to his work.
*
Back at the lab Sara was exhausted. Not only was the crime scene a complete mess, it also had been a long ride back to the lab.
Dumping the evidence in the lab she decided to plop down on the couch for a nap.
Something white on the floor caught her attention.
She bent down to pick up the paper.
She unfolded it.
'Oh no.'
She immediately felt guilty for knowing this.
She knew how private Grissom was.
But it wasn't her fault.
He must have lost it.
Laying-down on the couch she fell into sleep.
*
Grissom was bent over a microscope when he suddenly thought of Sara.
He was in the supposition that she was in ballistics examining the bullet, but now remembering she never walked in that direction.
He walked away and decided to find out where she could be.
Entering the break-room he found a very dizzy Sara sitting up now, rubbing her eyes.
He found her looking adorable.
"You fell asleep?"
He asked. Not sounding accusing.
"Yeah."
Sara answered sheepishly.
"That's okay. You looked tired anyway."
Sara smiled.
They locked eyes for a moment.
Both remembering the last two days.
Both wanted to say something.
Both didn't know how to begin.
Both knowing what they felt.
What each felt.
But who was the one to say the scary words?
Sara, who felt her cheeks redden stood up.
Paper in her hand.
Still unsure how to start this conversation.
She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
Or making him angry.
Making him run away.
"I eh..I found this.' She said careful.
"You must have lost it this morning when you handed out the assignments and I eh..I thought you might need it for your appointment tomorrow."
Handing the medical card to him.
She waited for his reaction.
There came none.
He looked with shock at it.
After a few minutes at her.
This wasn't the way he planned to let her now.
Sara saw his discomfort grew.
But decided to confront him nonetheless.
She had promised herself that.
"I.eh, I just wanted to let you know that."
For a moment she looked in his deep blue eyes.
Waiting for a reaction.
Still nothing.
"I wanted to let you know that I don't care you have this ear-disease."
She laughed dramatically.
"Hell, I don't even care if you lost all your senses."
He still hadn't moved.
'Well, just finish what you've started.' She thought.
"It doesn't change my love for you."
Grissom's head shot up.
Looking at her.
Not quite believing that she had said that.
Did he hear this right?
Did he hear her saying 'love'?
The silence in the break-room felt like an eternity.
And Sara became more and more uncomfortable with it.
She could slap herself for the head for bringing this up.
"See, I told you I'm always overtalking around you." She said embarrassed.
With that she walked away, towards the door.
Passing Grissom.
But before she could even put a foot at the other side of the threshold she felt a warm hand surrounding her wrist.
Feeling his warm, rough fingers spreading and gently rubbing her underarm.
She looked up.
Just to meet a pair of blue eyes.
The most beautiful eyes she'd even seen.
Staring intently at her.
What she saw in those eyes was a mix of so many things.
Angst, fear, guilt, insecurities..
But also, love, hope, happiness.
And a will to open up.
To Be Continued.