What I Meant to Say - Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: Thanks again for all the feedback. It's greatly appreciated. This chapter is a little shorter than the rest. I've got a case of WB! (
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They walked up to the front desk and waited for the deputy to finish a phone call.
Grissom whispered, "When do you plan on reviewing those papers?"
"I'll look them over on the way to the scene."
They deputy looked up as he hung up the phone.
"How can I help you?"
"Gil Grissom, from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I got a call from..."
"Me. Sheriff Walker."
He stepped from his office doorway and extended his hand to Grissom.
"Thanks for coming out."
Grissom shook his hand, "I'm Gil Grissom. This is Sara Sidle."
Walker shook Sara's hand, "How do you do, Ms. Sidle?"
Grissom didn't like the way Sheriff Walker was looking at Sara. His eyes scanned her entire body and he held on to her hand a little too long. Sheriff Walker was the type of guy Grissom had pictured Sara would go for; Six foot two, sandy-blonde hair, dark brown eyes, lean and muscular. Grissom was growing more and more jealous until he saw the look on Sara's face. She seemed oblivious. Had she not seen the way Walker had looked at her?
"Just let me grab a few things from my office and we'll drive over."
Grissom nodded, "We'll wait outside."
As they walked out, Grissom noticed a big smile on Sara's face.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Are you going to get jealous every time someone shakes my hand, or was this a one time occurrence?"
"Jealous?"
"Yes, jealous."
"I was not jealous."
"You were SO jealous."
"I was not... but if I were, it wouldn't be because of the handshake. That guy was ogling you."
"He was not."
"Oh, yes he was."
"He may have given me a once-over, but he was not ogling... though I can see how your jealousy would make it seem worse than it was."
She grinned and he shot her a look, "Very funny."
They were both laughing when Sheriff Walker came out.
"You two will have to follow in your car. I'll show you where the intruder entered, then I'll have to head back. There are a couple of officers there if you need anything."
As they drove to the crime scene, Sara reviewed the papers, and Grissom was pleased to see that she was no longer distracted. Maybe this would work after all.
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Sara closed the folder and looked around. She had finished going over the papers, but they were still on the road.
"I thought you said this was a small town?"
"Small in population... less than one thousand residents, but the population is mostly upper-middle class. That means big houses with lots of land between them. The perfect crime opportunity."
"Tell me about it. It reminds me of 'Scream'."
"The painting?"
"No, it's a movie about... Never mind. I'll put it on our To Do list."
Grissom raised an eyebrow at her.
Ten minutes later they turned into a long, winding driveway that led up to a large Victorian house. The intruder entered through the back, so that's where they started.
"Well, Mr. Grissom, I have get back to the station. All the details are in those papers I faxed you. If you need help getting back when you're done you can follow one of the officers."
"Thank you, Sheriff."
Sara, camera in hand, had already started surveying the scene. She put on her gloves and started sorting through the broken glass on the floor where a sliding door had been smashed. She noticed something on a few of the pieces. As she looked closer she saw spots on the floor. She took a swab then pulled the luminol from her kit.
Grissom walked over, "You got something?"
"Blood."
"Why didn't you call me over?"
"Do I have to call you every time I find something? What if I were working solo? Would I have to call you on your cell every time I found something? It's not very professional."
Grissom glared at her, "No one likes a smart ass, Sidle."
He winked at her as he walked off, "We have a lot of area to cover in this house. Pace yourself."
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: Thanks again for all the feedback. It's greatly appreciated. This chapter is a little shorter than the rest. I've got a case of WB! (
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They walked up to the front desk and waited for the deputy to finish a phone call.
Grissom whispered, "When do you plan on reviewing those papers?"
"I'll look them over on the way to the scene."
They deputy looked up as he hung up the phone.
"How can I help you?"
"Gil Grissom, from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I got a call from..."
"Me. Sheriff Walker."
He stepped from his office doorway and extended his hand to Grissom.
"Thanks for coming out."
Grissom shook his hand, "I'm Gil Grissom. This is Sara Sidle."
Walker shook Sara's hand, "How do you do, Ms. Sidle?"
Grissom didn't like the way Sheriff Walker was looking at Sara. His eyes scanned her entire body and he held on to her hand a little too long. Sheriff Walker was the type of guy Grissom had pictured Sara would go for; Six foot two, sandy-blonde hair, dark brown eyes, lean and muscular. Grissom was growing more and more jealous until he saw the look on Sara's face. She seemed oblivious. Had she not seen the way Walker had looked at her?
"Just let me grab a few things from my office and we'll drive over."
Grissom nodded, "We'll wait outside."
As they walked out, Grissom noticed a big smile on Sara's face.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Are you going to get jealous every time someone shakes my hand, or was this a one time occurrence?"
"Jealous?"
"Yes, jealous."
"I was not jealous."
"You were SO jealous."
"I was not... but if I were, it wouldn't be because of the handshake. That guy was ogling you."
"He was not."
"Oh, yes he was."
"He may have given me a once-over, but he was not ogling... though I can see how your jealousy would make it seem worse than it was."
She grinned and he shot her a look, "Very funny."
They were both laughing when Sheriff Walker came out.
"You two will have to follow in your car. I'll show you where the intruder entered, then I'll have to head back. There are a couple of officers there if you need anything."
As they drove to the crime scene, Sara reviewed the papers, and Grissom was pleased to see that she was no longer distracted. Maybe this would work after all.
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Sara closed the folder and looked around. She had finished going over the papers, but they were still on the road.
"I thought you said this was a small town?"
"Small in population... less than one thousand residents, but the population is mostly upper-middle class. That means big houses with lots of land between them. The perfect crime opportunity."
"Tell me about it. It reminds me of 'Scream'."
"The painting?"
"No, it's a movie about... Never mind. I'll put it on our To Do list."
Grissom raised an eyebrow at her.
Ten minutes later they turned into a long, winding driveway that led up to a large Victorian house. The intruder entered through the back, so that's where they started.
"Well, Mr. Grissom, I have get back to the station. All the details are in those papers I faxed you. If you need help getting back when you're done you can follow one of the officers."
"Thank you, Sheriff."
Sara, camera in hand, had already started surveying the scene. She put on her gloves and started sorting through the broken glass on the floor where a sliding door had been smashed. She noticed something on a few of the pieces. As she looked closer she saw spots on the floor. She took a swab then pulled the luminol from her kit.
Grissom walked over, "You got something?"
"Blood."
"Why didn't you call me over?"
"Do I have to call you every time I find something? What if I were working solo? Would I have to call you on your cell every time I found something? It's not very professional."
Grissom glared at her, "No one likes a smart ass, Sidle."
He winked at her as he walked off, "We have a lot of area to cover in this house. Pace yourself."