What I Meant to Say – Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters......... not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: Sorry for the long break between chapters. I've had a busy couple of months. All feedback appreciated.
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The local coroner was called in to transport the body back to Las Vegas. Grissom and Sara went through the house twice, making sure nothing was overlooked. In addition to the blood on the glass and floor, they found shoe prints, footprints, a gun with fingerprints, and a thoroughly trashed house.
Sara compared the victim's shoes in the bedroom closet to the shoeprints and found a match.
"Gris......... these prints match the vic's shoes......... no wonder they're all over the place."
"How do you know they're his shoes?"
"Well, they were in his closet. So, unless the killer took off his shoes and left bare........." She paused a moment as Grissom raised an eyebrow at her. "When we get to the lab I'll check the footprints."
He smiled and nodded approval, then thought a minute. He had to consider every possibility.
"Let's say for a minute you're right and those are the vic's shoes. This house still looks like it was robbed and there's still a dead body."
"Very true."
Grissom turned and walked downstairs.
"Officer, when does the garbage get picked up?"
"Should be tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Grissom walked outside and found the trashcans. He lifted the lids of the first two but found nothing out of the ordinary. When he lifted the third lid he found a smaller, heavier bag on top of the regular trash bag. He took a picture then opened the bag. Inside, he found silverware, the victim's wallet, and a few other very valuable items. He brought the bag back inside. Sara was going over the area where the victim had been one more time. Grissom walked up to her holding the bag up.
"If you went through all this......... trashed the house, killed the owner......... would you leave the loot in the trash on your way out?"
"Not in this lifetime."
"So, looking at the evidence, where does this leave us?"
Sara thought for a minute then grinned, "To the Bat Cave, Boy Wonder!"
Grissom chuckled, "Good call."
"Do you have a theory?"
"Maybe."
She smiled, "You want me to drive?"
"I can manage."
They packed up and were back on the road. Sara was quiet, and Grissom was thankful because it gave him time to think. Not about the case. He had a gut feeling about this case. He just needed to see if the evidence backed him up. Right now he was thinking about Sara. He noticed her, several times, just staring at him......... grinning. It didn't seem to interfere with her work, but it was hardly professional and she had promised to remain professional. He had to be one hundred percent sure this would work if he were going to pursue it. That Sara would still be able to do her job no matter what was going on between the two of them.
He looked at her, staring out her window, and decided this would be as good a time as any.
"Sara........."
She turned to face him, but his eyes were back on the road.
"Sara, I don't think this is going to work."
She knew it was coming. He was too quiet. He'd let himself think about it too much.
"What won't work?"
"Us." "Why not?"
"It was interfering with your work, Sara."
She sat straight up and turned in her seat to face him.
"How was it........."
"You kept staring at me."
"I can't look at you?"
"Not the way you were......... certainly not at a crime scene. It's not professional. Something like that could give us away and we would both lose our jobs."
"Okay, I won't stare at you anymore."
"I can't take that chance. I won't let you ruin your career over this."
"Damn it, Grissom! I could find another job......... and so could you!"
"The subject is closed Sara."
She stared at him until she felt tears stinging her eyes, and then turned to look out her window again. The rest of ride was quiet and tense.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters......... not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: Sorry for the long break between chapters. I've had a busy couple of months. All feedback appreciated.
______________________________
The local coroner was called in to transport the body back to Las Vegas. Grissom and Sara went through the house twice, making sure nothing was overlooked. In addition to the blood on the glass and floor, they found shoe prints, footprints, a gun with fingerprints, and a thoroughly trashed house.
Sara compared the victim's shoes in the bedroom closet to the shoeprints and found a match.
"Gris......... these prints match the vic's shoes......... no wonder they're all over the place."
"How do you know they're his shoes?"
"Well, they were in his closet. So, unless the killer took off his shoes and left bare........." She paused a moment as Grissom raised an eyebrow at her. "When we get to the lab I'll check the footprints."
He smiled and nodded approval, then thought a minute. He had to consider every possibility.
"Let's say for a minute you're right and those are the vic's shoes. This house still looks like it was robbed and there's still a dead body."
"Very true."
Grissom turned and walked downstairs.
"Officer, when does the garbage get picked up?"
"Should be tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Grissom walked outside and found the trashcans. He lifted the lids of the first two but found nothing out of the ordinary. When he lifted the third lid he found a smaller, heavier bag on top of the regular trash bag. He took a picture then opened the bag. Inside, he found silverware, the victim's wallet, and a few other very valuable items. He brought the bag back inside. Sara was going over the area where the victim had been one more time. Grissom walked up to her holding the bag up.
"If you went through all this......... trashed the house, killed the owner......... would you leave the loot in the trash on your way out?"
"Not in this lifetime."
"So, looking at the evidence, where does this leave us?"
Sara thought for a minute then grinned, "To the Bat Cave, Boy Wonder!"
Grissom chuckled, "Good call."
"Do you have a theory?"
"Maybe."
She smiled, "You want me to drive?"
"I can manage."
They packed up and were back on the road. Sara was quiet, and Grissom was thankful because it gave him time to think. Not about the case. He had a gut feeling about this case. He just needed to see if the evidence backed him up. Right now he was thinking about Sara. He noticed her, several times, just staring at him......... grinning. It didn't seem to interfere with her work, but it was hardly professional and she had promised to remain professional. He had to be one hundred percent sure this would work if he were going to pursue it. That Sara would still be able to do her job no matter what was going on between the two of them.
He looked at her, staring out her window, and decided this would be as good a time as any.
"Sara........."
She turned to face him, but his eyes were back on the road.
"Sara, I don't think this is going to work."
She knew it was coming. He was too quiet. He'd let himself think about it too much.
"What won't work?"
"Us." "Why not?"
"It was interfering with your work, Sara."
She sat straight up and turned in her seat to face him.
"How was it........."
"You kept staring at me."
"I can't look at you?"
"Not the way you were......... certainly not at a crime scene. It's not professional. Something like that could give us away and we would both lose our jobs."
"Okay, I won't stare at you anymore."
"I can't take that chance. I won't let you ruin your career over this."
"Damn it, Grissom! I could find another job......... and so could you!"
"The subject is closed Sara."
She stared at him until she felt tears stinging her eyes, and then turned to look out her window again. The rest of ride was quiet and tense.