Rating: PG (language)
Summary: A warning to bugman & Sara.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: I would like to issue the following statement to anyone who owns CSI and happens to be reading this. I am not staking a claim on CSI by writing this fic. Not that any of America's intelligentsia stoop to reading fanfic or anything.
A/N: This one is sillier and a whole lot less fresh than the previous two. Oh well.
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Grissom shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his hearing. The whole world was mute to him. It was like being in a glass bubble: separate from the world. He saw people speaking as they passed his office, but couldn't hear their conversations. He knew the clock on his desk was ticking, but couldn't hear a thing. A message flashed on his computer screen, telling him he had a message, but he didn't hear the chime informing him so.
Suddenly, Sara appeared at the door, saying something. Grissom swore silently, trying desperately to lip-read. She continued, not paying much attention to him.
Unfortunately, Grissom couldn't understand a word she was saying. 'I don't think he understands a word I'm saying.' She repeated her sentence, thinking she had been speaking too quietly. Due to a heavy cold, she was losing her voice. Ever since spending the night in the desert, searching for evidence, she had been sneezing and coughing. Now her voice was rapidly fading.
"I'm off now. See you tomorrow." Sara croaked, the second part of her sentence entirely mutely, as her voice gave in at that moment. Still unable to hear what Sara was saying, Grissom shook his head, "I can't hear you." he explained, very loud because he couldn't hear the volume of his voice.
Sara winced. Unable to speak at all now, she gestured to her throat. Grissom's eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher her actions. "What?" he asked. 'This hearing thing is getting to be a bugger some of the time.' Sara shrugged dramatically, frustrated that she couldn't speak. Assuming Sara would go, Gil went back to his work. Just as Sara was about to leave, Nick appeared at her shoulder, holding his bag and keys.
"Bye Griss." he said, casually. He stood waiting for a reply, but Gil didn't look up. He shrugged it off. "See ya Sara." He said, and Sara tapped her throat. Nick narrowed his eyes, but she didn't elaborate. "What?" This was followed by more intricate hand movements. Nick still didn't understand. "Grissom? What is she on about?" he asked, turning to him. Again, Grissom didn't answer.
Having a brainwave, he stepped forward and waved a hand under his boss' face. Gil looked up. "What?" Nick repeated his question. Grissom called his bluff. "Yes." he said, and went back to his work. Nick turned back to Sara, who pointed to Grissom, then her ear, and then made a 'no' motion with her hands. "You can't hear?" Nick questioned. Sara shook her head.
"No?"
Sara nodded. "Grissom? What's wrong with Sara's hearing?" Asked Nick. Sara again shook her head, but Nick was turned away and didn't see.
When Grissom didn't answer, Nick just said, "Bye Griss. Bye Sara." and left.
Summary: A warning to bugman & Sara.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: I would like to issue the following statement to anyone who owns CSI and happens to be reading this. I am not staking a claim on CSI by writing this fic. Not that any of America's intelligentsia stoop to reading fanfic or anything.
A/N: This one is sillier and a whole lot less fresh than the previous two. Oh well.
***
Grissom shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his hearing. The whole world was mute to him. It was like being in a glass bubble: separate from the world. He saw people speaking as they passed his office, but couldn't hear their conversations. He knew the clock on his desk was ticking, but couldn't hear a thing. A message flashed on his computer screen, telling him he had a message, but he didn't hear the chime informing him so.
Suddenly, Sara appeared at the door, saying something. Grissom swore silently, trying desperately to lip-read. She continued, not paying much attention to him.
Unfortunately, Grissom couldn't understand a word she was saying. 'I don't think he understands a word I'm saying.' She repeated her sentence, thinking she had been speaking too quietly. Due to a heavy cold, she was losing her voice. Ever since spending the night in the desert, searching for evidence, she had been sneezing and coughing. Now her voice was rapidly fading.
"I'm off now. See you tomorrow." Sara croaked, the second part of her sentence entirely mutely, as her voice gave in at that moment. Still unable to hear what Sara was saying, Grissom shook his head, "I can't hear you." he explained, very loud because he couldn't hear the volume of his voice.
Sara winced. Unable to speak at all now, she gestured to her throat. Grissom's eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher her actions. "What?" he asked. 'This hearing thing is getting to be a bugger some of the time.' Sara shrugged dramatically, frustrated that she couldn't speak. Assuming Sara would go, Gil went back to his work. Just as Sara was about to leave, Nick appeared at her shoulder, holding his bag and keys.
"Bye Griss." he said, casually. He stood waiting for a reply, but Gil didn't look up. He shrugged it off. "See ya Sara." He said, and Sara tapped her throat. Nick narrowed his eyes, but she didn't elaborate. "What?" This was followed by more intricate hand movements. Nick still didn't understand. "Grissom? What is she on about?" he asked, turning to him. Again, Grissom didn't answer.
Having a brainwave, he stepped forward and waved a hand under his boss' face. Gil looked up. "What?" Nick repeated his question. Grissom called his bluff. "Yes." he said, and went back to his work. Nick turned back to Sara, who pointed to Grissom, then her ear, and then made a 'no' motion with her hands. "You can't hear?" Nick questioned. Sara shook her head.
"No?"
Sara nodded. "Grissom? What's wrong with Sara's hearing?" Asked Nick. Sara again shook her head, but Nick was turned away and didn't see.
When Grissom didn't answer, Nick just said, "Bye Griss. Bye Sara." and left.
