"He wouldn't say anything." Nick continued to tease Sara all the way down
the hall toward the break room.
Just before they got to the doorway Sara grabbed his arm and shot him a glare. "Not a word or you're going to be singing soprano." She raised a single eyebrow to emphasize her point as she sauntered past him into the break room.
Nick tried to restrain a laugh; Sara was so damn cute when she was flustered. Warrick looked at him curiously as Nick took a seat opposite Sara at the table. Nick just shrugged his shoulders and bit his tongue to keep from laughing.
Grissom looked annoyed and wrinkled his nose as he regarded Sara's demeanor which seemed to be a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Only Catherine seemed to be missing, and she joined them a few moments later with Greg in tow.
Grissom glanced over and began the briefing. "Warrick, you're with Catherine and I, we've got a multiple over at one of the jewelry stores in the Forum Shops."
He turned his attention toward Nick. "Nicky, I want you to meet Vega near the long term parking at the airport. It appears to be a possible drive by shooting; number of victims currently unknown."
Nick's eyebrows shot up. "I might need a little help." Nick loved getting a solo, but when there was the possibility of multiple victims, more hands made less work for everyone.
Grissom's mouth formed into a half smile and he pointed toward the table. "You've got Sara and Greg."
Greg couldn't contain his excitement and a smile spread across his face.
Grissom looked at Sara over the rim of his glasses. "Sara, I need to speak to you in my office for a moment."
Sara glanced around the table for a moment to see if anyone else had a clue as to what Grissom wanted, she received several shoulder shrugs and curious expressions in return. By the time she looked back toward Grissom, he had turned and headed out the door.
"We'll meet you in the parking lot, Sara." Nick indicated as they all stood up and headed to their respective assignments.
Grissom's brows were furrowed together when Sara entered his office. He glanced up from where he sat at his desk and gestured toward the door. "Close the door, Sara."
The tone in his voice made her uncomfortable, but she closed the door and then stood in front of his desk.
Grissom gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."
Sara sat down and looked at Grissom quizzically. "What's this about, Gris?"
Grissom breathed out through his nose heavily and a bit of anger flashed across his face as he regarded her. He calmed himself before he spoke. "Have you been drinking? I smelled alcohol on your breath earlier."
Sara just sat there dumbstruck. She wasn't sure how to answer the question without opening an entire can of worms.
Grissom regarded her silence and irritation infused his voice. "Sara, it's a simple question. Yes or no?"
"It's not what you think." She began, trying to figure out how to explain that she'd had a beer before she came into work to lessen the effects of a hangover.
"What I think? Sara, you smell like you've been drinking." Grissom was dead serious.
Anger flared in Sara's eyes. "I am not drunk if that's what you're implying."
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Then you won't mind explaining."
Sara narrowed her gaze at Grissom. "I had a beer. I am not intoxicated."
Grissom breathed out heavily. "Sara, this isn't about you, this is about the job. If you were intoxicated you could compromise an investigation, and your breath smells like alcohol."
Sara gritted her teeth. "I am not intoxicated."
"Fine." Grissom got up and gestured toward the door. "Then you won't mind taking a breathalyzer test."
Sara was pissed, but she also knew that if she didn't comply she could be suspended or written up. "Fine." She followed Grissom down the hall where he retrieved a field breathalyzer for her to blow into. Once she was done and the instrument had displayed the results she glared at Grissom.
Grissom noted that the alcohol level in her breath was no where near being legally drunk, but it also wasn't at zero either.
"Satisfied?" Sara was clearly not happy with her boss.
"Yes." Grissom replied, his tone was slightly flippant. "Nick and Greg are waiting."
Sara didn't say another word, she just turned on her heels and went out to the parking lot where Nick and Greg were loading the last of their gear into the Denali. She climbed into the backseat without so much as a word to either of them.
Nick and Greg exchanged a surprised glance at her behavior; Sara usually preferred to either drive or sit in the front passenger seat. Nick slid into the driver's seat and glanced back at her as Greg climbed into the passenger seat. "You ok, Sara?"
Sara's arms were firmly crossed in front of her body and she didn't dare look Nick in the eye. "I'll be fine. We have a crime scene to get to."
Nick turned the key in the ignition and watched her in the rearview mirror. Greg pivoted his body around to face her. "No offense, Sara, but you don't look ok."
Sara shot Greg a withering glance. "I don't want to talk about it."
Nick ignored what she was saying and pressed her. "What did Grissom say, Sara?" He knew that if she didn't get whatever it was out she would be unpleasant to work with at their crime scene and with Greg along, they both needed to be in top form to train him.
Sara met Nick's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Your remedy backfired." She raised an eyebrow and smirked at him accusingly.
He looked a little confused. "What? You don't have a headache any more do you?"
"No, I don't have a headache, but that's not the point. He said he smelled it on my breath." Sara looked away.
Nick cursed under his breath. "He didn't do what I think he did, did he?"
Sara sounded like she was hissing. "He sure as hell did."
Nick cursed again.
Greg looked a bit perplexed. "Uh, I seem to be the only one who doesn't know what's going on."
Nick looked at Sara in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards Greg.
Both of Sara's eyebrows shot up and her expression indicated that if he said a word, there would be another body to deal with at their crime scene and it wouldn't be hers or Greg's.
Just before they got to the doorway Sara grabbed his arm and shot him a glare. "Not a word or you're going to be singing soprano." She raised a single eyebrow to emphasize her point as she sauntered past him into the break room.
Nick tried to restrain a laugh; Sara was so damn cute when she was flustered. Warrick looked at him curiously as Nick took a seat opposite Sara at the table. Nick just shrugged his shoulders and bit his tongue to keep from laughing.
Grissom looked annoyed and wrinkled his nose as he regarded Sara's demeanor which seemed to be a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Only Catherine seemed to be missing, and she joined them a few moments later with Greg in tow.
Grissom glanced over and began the briefing. "Warrick, you're with Catherine and I, we've got a multiple over at one of the jewelry stores in the Forum Shops."
He turned his attention toward Nick. "Nicky, I want you to meet Vega near the long term parking at the airport. It appears to be a possible drive by shooting; number of victims currently unknown."
Nick's eyebrows shot up. "I might need a little help." Nick loved getting a solo, but when there was the possibility of multiple victims, more hands made less work for everyone.
Grissom's mouth formed into a half smile and he pointed toward the table. "You've got Sara and Greg."
Greg couldn't contain his excitement and a smile spread across his face.
Grissom looked at Sara over the rim of his glasses. "Sara, I need to speak to you in my office for a moment."
Sara glanced around the table for a moment to see if anyone else had a clue as to what Grissom wanted, she received several shoulder shrugs and curious expressions in return. By the time she looked back toward Grissom, he had turned and headed out the door.
"We'll meet you in the parking lot, Sara." Nick indicated as they all stood up and headed to their respective assignments.
Grissom's brows were furrowed together when Sara entered his office. He glanced up from where he sat at his desk and gestured toward the door. "Close the door, Sara."
The tone in his voice made her uncomfortable, but she closed the door and then stood in front of his desk.
Grissom gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."
Sara sat down and looked at Grissom quizzically. "What's this about, Gris?"
Grissom breathed out through his nose heavily and a bit of anger flashed across his face as he regarded her. He calmed himself before he spoke. "Have you been drinking? I smelled alcohol on your breath earlier."
Sara just sat there dumbstruck. She wasn't sure how to answer the question without opening an entire can of worms.
Grissom regarded her silence and irritation infused his voice. "Sara, it's a simple question. Yes or no?"
"It's not what you think." She began, trying to figure out how to explain that she'd had a beer before she came into work to lessen the effects of a hangover.
"What I think? Sara, you smell like you've been drinking." Grissom was dead serious.
Anger flared in Sara's eyes. "I am not drunk if that's what you're implying."
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Then you won't mind explaining."
Sara narrowed her gaze at Grissom. "I had a beer. I am not intoxicated."
Grissom breathed out heavily. "Sara, this isn't about you, this is about the job. If you were intoxicated you could compromise an investigation, and your breath smells like alcohol."
Sara gritted her teeth. "I am not intoxicated."
"Fine." Grissom got up and gestured toward the door. "Then you won't mind taking a breathalyzer test."
Sara was pissed, but she also knew that if she didn't comply she could be suspended or written up. "Fine." She followed Grissom down the hall where he retrieved a field breathalyzer for her to blow into. Once she was done and the instrument had displayed the results she glared at Grissom.
Grissom noted that the alcohol level in her breath was no where near being legally drunk, but it also wasn't at zero either.
"Satisfied?" Sara was clearly not happy with her boss.
"Yes." Grissom replied, his tone was slightly flippant. "Nick and Greg are waiting."
Sara didn't say another word, she just turned on her heels and went out to the parking lot where Nick and Greg were loading the last of their gear into the Denali. She climbed into the backseat without so much as a word to either of them.
Nick and Greg exchanged a surprised glance at her behavior; Sara usually preferred to either drive or sit in the front passenger seat. Nick slid into the driver's seat and glanced back at her as Greg climbed into the passenger seat. "You ok, Sara?"
Sara's arms were firmly crossed in front of her body and she didn't dare look Nick in the eye. "I'll be fine. We have a crime scene to get to."
Nick turned the key in the ignition and watched her in the rearview mirror. Greg pivoted his body around to face her. "No offense, Sara, but you don't look ok."
Sara shot Greg a withering glance. "I don't want to talk about it."
Nick ignored what she was saying and pressed her. "What did Grissom say, Sara?" He knew that if she didn't get whatever it was out she would be unpleasant to work with at their crime scene and with Greg along, they both needed to be in top form to train him.
Sara met Nick's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Your remedy backfired." She raised an eyebrow and smirked at him accusingly.
He looked a little confused. "What? You don't have a headache any more do you?"
"No, I don't have a headache, but that's not the point. He said he smelled it on my breath." Sara looked away.
Nick cursed under his breath. "He didn't do what I think he did, did he?"
Sara sounded like she was hissing. "He sure as hell did."
Nick cursed again.
Greg looked a bit perplexed. "Uh, I seem to be the only one who doesn't know what's going on."
Nick looked at Sara in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards Greg.
Both of Sara's eyebrows shot up and her expression indicated that if he said a word, there would be another body to deal with at their crime scene and it wouldn't be hers or Greg's.
