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Chapter 9:
Catherine stood in the doorway to the DNA lab with a mixture of horror and amusement. Greg was parading around with his headset on while doing air guitar, and mumbling something about shocking yo muthah. She really hated to end this standing room only performance, but-
"GREG!" She plucked his headset off in one swift motion. A startled Greg squealed like a little girl then righted himself quickly.
"Ahem. Why, hello, Catherine." He stated in a deep, manly voice.
"Yeah. Where're my results from the Morrison case?"
"Not back yet. That's actually what I was waiting on. Killing a little time." He grinned a bit sheepishly.
"And some brain cells." She handed back his headset with a smile.
"Thanks. How's the case going?"
"Slow. I'll see if Gris will let you come with us tonight. We need to go back to check some leads with the neighbors."
Greg's attitude lightened upon hearing this.
"Great! I'm there."
"Down boy. Gotta clear it first. I'll let you know after Grissom gets here." She smiled at his enthusiasm, and turned to leave. Greg went back to his phantom guitar performance with more zeal than ever.
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Catherine walked past the conference room, and caught sight of a familiar dark-haired workaholic slumped over a pile of files.
"Aren't you going to even pretend you went home this morning?" Catherine shook her head. Sara looked up from her paperwork and gave a small grin. She looked beat.
"Gotta catch up on some paper work." She tried to stifle a yawn, and took a drink of coffee.
"Hot date?" Cath' winked.
"Not exactly, but there was a condom involved."
Catherine's eyes went wide. Sara couldn't help herself. She laughed out loud, and passed the file with the photos from the crime scene out in the dessert to Catherine. She gave an audible sigh of relief to which Sara smirked.
"I'm still waiting for my DNA results from Greg." Sara leaned her head on her hands, and closed her eyes. She had been writing and reading reports for three hours longer than she cared.
"Hmmph! Well, I was just in there looking for mine, and he seemed pretty backlogged. He was playing rock star again." Catherine handed back the folder. "At least take a break soon." She gave Sara a reassuring smile before exiting the room.
Sara sighed. She ran the night's events over in her head for the hundredth time. Grissom had slipped back into moody mode for a while there. He acted almost jealous whenever she mentioned Greg. No. That was wrong. He was jealous. There was no almost about it. She tried not to smirk at the thought. She never saw Grissom as the jealous type. He always seemed above that sort of every-day emotion to her somehow. She wondered if Grissom honestly felt threatened by the younger man, who was well known for flirting shamelessly with her. She was so caught up in her own little world of thoughts that she very nearly bowled over Warrick. He side-stepped her with grace, and laughed as she breezed by him. He just shook his head at the single-mindedness that he could find somewhat endearing, and walked on.
Sara walked into the DNA lab observing the spectacle before her with a wide grin. She waved her arms in broad gestures to get Greg's attention. He smiled in return, and slid the headphones off. They had been a compromise with Grissom in order to cut down the loud music in the labs.
"Hey, Sara." He was beaming. She couldn't help but appreciate the warm welcome. Grissom would just have to get over it. She liked Greg, and she knew he would be a good CSI eventually.
"Hey yourself. Got room for some more swabs?"
Greg's frown gave his answer.
"I just started a batch. It'll be a while. Hope this isn't a rush."
"Well, soon as you can. I know you've been slammed this week." She handed over the evidence, and walked back out towards the locker room. Shift had ended a few hours previous.
The locker room was deserted. Most people actually left work on time. She sat on the bench in front of her locker deep in thought. She was still a bit caught up on the whole issue of Grissom acting like the Alpha male all of a sudden. She laughed out loud at the notion, and was startled by a hand on her shoulder.
"Ahhh! Damnit! Don't ever do that again!" She half scolded, half laughed at the amused expression on Grissom's face.
"Sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, and grinned impishly down at her. "I wanted to catch you before you left."
Sara waited for more information.
"And?"
"Would you like to go have some breakfast? . . .With me?" He looked like a smitten schoolboy, and the imagery was too irresistibly cute.
"Yeah. I would, actually." She rose to meet his gaze, and fought the urge to pull him into a very job-inappropriate lip-lock.
"Good." He turned to leave, and Sara shook her head, waiting patiently.
"Grissom?"
"Yes?" He turned abruptly at the door.
"Where?"
Gil Grissom was flustered. More flustered than he had ever been. He had been on dates before, but they were just dates. He didn't really feel any loss when they ended, or any real need to press for more. Most had been instigated by the woman he was seeing at the time after wearing him down. This was different. He wanted this to work, and it was the most likely not to. There were so many reasons this was stupid. There were so many possibilities for them both to be hurt, or for them to be caught. There was his age, his total lack of any real communication skills. . .and the minor detail that he was her supervisor.
"Um, how about Denny's?"
"Ah! The great land of 'Moon Over my Hammy?' Classy choice." She closed her locker, and followed him. She could hear Catherine now. The thought made her grin.
"They do have some non-meat meals to choose from you know." He smiled back at her as he tried to walk calmly out to his car.
Sara made her way to her own vehicle, and waited a few moments after he left before heading toward Denny's. The sneaking around was something she knew she wouldn't be able to put up with for very long. Even if things went great, the secrecy would wear on them both before long. She tried to put that thought aside for the tie, and concentrate on the here and now. Now, she was heading to breakfast with Grissom. He had asked her. He was pursuing her. The smile broadened on her face, and she turned up the radio and sang along.
Chapter 9:
Catherine stood in the doorway to the DNA lab with a mixture of horror and amusement. Greg was parading around with his headset on while doing air guitar, and mumbling something about shocking yo muthah. She really hated to end this standing room only performance, but-
"GREG!" She plucked his headset off in one swift motion. A startled Greg squealed like a little girl then righted himself quickly.
"Ahem. Why, hello, Catherine." He stated in a deep, manly voice.
"Yeah. Where're my results from the Morrison case?"
"Not back yet. That's actually what I was waiting on. Killing a little time." He grinned a bit sheepishly.
"And some brain cells." She handed back his headset with a smile.
"Thanks. How's the case going?"
"Slow. I'll see if Gris will let you come with us tonight. We need to go back to check some leads with the neighbors."
Greg's attitude lightened upon hearing this.
"Great! I'm there."
"Down boy. Gotta clear it first. I'll let you know after Grissom gets here." She smiled at his enthusiasm, and turned to leave. Greg went back to his phantom guitar performance with more zeal than ever.
~-~-~-~
Catherine walked past the conference room, and caught sight of a familiar dark-haired workaholic slumped over a pile of files.
"Aren't you going to even pretend you went home this morning?" Catherine shook her head. Sara looked up from her paperwork and gave a small grin. She looked beat.
"Gotta catch up on some paper work." She tried to stifle a yawn, and took a drink of coffee.
"Hot date?" Cath' winked.
"Not exactly, but there was a condom involved."
Catherine's eyes went wide. Sara couldn't help herself. She laughed out loud, and passed the file with the photos from the crime scene out in the dessert to Catherine. She gave an audible sigh of relief to which Sara smirked.
"I'm still waiting for my DNA results from Greg." Sara leaned her head on her hands, and closed her eyes. She had been writing and reading reports for three hours longer than she cared.
"Hmmph! Well, I was just in there looking for mine, and he seemed pretty backlogged. He was playing rock star again." Catherine handed back the folder. "At least take a break soon." She gave Sara a reassuring smile before exiting the room.
Sara sighed. She ran the night's events over in her head for the hundredth time. Grissom had slipped back into moody mode for a while there. He acted almost jealous whenever she mentioned Greg. No. That was wrong. He was jealous. There was no almost about it. She tried not to smirk at the thought. She never saw Grissom as the jealous type. He always seemed above that sort of every-day emotion to her somehow. She wondered if Grissom honestly felt threatened by the younger man, who was well known for flirting shamelessly with her. She was so caught up in her own little world of thoughts that she very nearly bowled over Warrick. He side-stepped her with grace, and laughed as she breezed by him. He just shook his head at the single-mindedness that he could find somewhat endearing, and walked on.
Sara walked into the DNA lab observing the spectacle before her with a wide grin. She waved her arms in broad gestures to get Greg's attention. He smiled in return, and slid the headphones off. They had been a compromise with Grissom in order to cut down the loud music in the labs.
"Hey, Sara." He was beaming. She couldn't help but appreciate the warm welcome. Grissom would just have to get over it. She liked Greg, and she knew he would be a good CSI eventually.
"Hey yourself. Got room for some more swabs?"
Greg's frown gave his answer.
"I just started a batch. It'll be a while. Hope this isn't a rush."
"Well, soon as you can. I know you've been slammed this week." She handed over the evidence, and walked back out towards the locker room. Shift had ended a few hours previous.
The locker room was deserted. Most people actually left work on time. She sat on the bench in front of her locker deep in thought. She was still a bit caught up on the whole issue of Grissom acting like the Alpha male all of a sudden. She laughed out loud at the notion, and was startled by a hand on her shoulder.
"Ahhh! Damnit! Don't ever do that again!" She half scolded, half laughed at the amused expression on Grissom's face.
"Sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, and grinned impishly down at her. "I wanted to catch you before you left."
Sara waited for more information.
"And?"
"Would you like to go have some breakfast? . . .With me?" He looked like a smitten schoolboy, and the imagery was too irresistibly cute.
"Yeah. I would, actually." She rose to meet his gaze, and fought the urge to pull him into a very job-inappropriate lip-lock.
"Good." He turned to leave, and Sara shook her head, waiting patiently.
"Grissom?"
"Yes?" He turned abruptly at the door.
"Where?"
Gil Grissom was flustered. More flustered than he had ever been. He had been on dates before, but they were just dates. He didn't really feel any loss when they ended, or any real need to press for more. Most had been instigated by the woman he was seeing at the time after wearing him down. This was different. He wanted this to work, and it was the most likely not to. There were so many reasons this was stupid. There were so many possibilities for them both to be hurt, or for them to be caught. There was his age, his total lack of any real communication skills. . .and the minor detail that he was her supervisor.
"Um, how about Denny's?"
"Ah! The great land of 'Moon Over my Hammy?' Classy choice." She closed her locker, and followed him. She could hear Catherine now. The thought made her grin.
"They do have some non-meat meals to choose from you know." He smiled back at her as he tried to walk calmly out to his car.
Sara made her way to her own vehicle, and waited a few moments after he left before heading toward Denny's. The sneaking around was something she knew she wouldn't be able to put up with for very long. Even if things went great, the secrecy would wear on them both before long. She tried to put that thought aside for the tie, and concentrate on the here and now. Now, she was heading to breakfast with Grissom. He had asked her. He was pursuing her. The smile broadened on her face, and she turned up the radio and sang along.