An: Ok this is Sara's perspective, it's short I know. But I didn't know what else to add. Many thanks go to Amy926 For all of her wonderful help.
Sara could not bring herself to move until after Grissom and his mother had rounded the corner at the end of the corridor.
"That was truly one of the most surreal experiences of my life." She sighed softly.
"Huh?" Greg stuck his head out of the DNA lab, where, until about thirty seconds ago had been playing air guitar while music blasted his eardrums through headphones.
"oh…Uhh…No..nothing." She began to walk away
"Ok" Greg turned back towards his lab,
Sara stopped and turned towards Greg again "Did you just see Grissom here or was it my imagination?"
"Yeah, thought I saw him here. I guess we solved the mystery of the non-existent social life, Grissom goes for the older laydee!" Greg said as he waggled his eyebrows furiously.
"Don't be so childish Greg, or ridiculous. She was his mother."
"His mother? The intrigue grows!"
"Greg…go back to work!"
"Yes mam, boss-for-the-night. By the way you are sexy when you are thinking!"
"GREG?"
"Um, yeah, that is the look…ok ok back to work." He cast a comedy wink at her as he disappeared through the lab door.
Sara could not take her mind off the encounter.
Grissom's mom is alive? Very alive by appearances, despite a plethora of wrinkles she definitely seemed fit and healthy.
Grissom's mom is warm and friendly? What was with all of the hugging? It was nice though, She also seemed to be quite witty – especially at Grissom's expense, oh yeah this was good.
Grissom's mom is deaf? Well that does explain a lot! No wonder he was so pissed about our attitude to the deaf community. Well he obviously hasn't realized that I have endeavored to resolve that little issue
Grissom is nervous and relaxed at the same time in his mom's company? He definitely seemed worried about what she was going to say, I mean all she said was that she thought that I was pretty. Big deal? Though I guess pretty much anything could have followed. He did seem proud of showing her off though, that was pretty sweet.
Grissom is a bad, awful, terrible liar? How the hell did he ever do well at poker?… oh yeah, that didn't involve speaking! Oh My God. How flustered did he get when he tried to lie? His face turned the color of a beet and he started stammering all over the place! Though I guess that was better than the image of him spontaneously combusting as he tried to translate what she was saying. Now that WOULD be an image!
That was just too strange!