Grissom worked as a madman because he was dead positive that
Savannah had a finger in what had happened, probably a whole hand.
The rest of the people involved were also brought in for interrogation, but no matter how hard he pushed, no matter how hard he tried there were no real hard evidence and evidence did not produce itself.
He had, however managed to find the type of bee that had stung Savannah, a hybrid between African and European, same as had killed Dennis Hardgrove.
Dennis Hardgrove, fifty years of age, worked as a anesthesiologist, allergic to bees. Perfect crime, prefect "accident".
Grissom would get the killer no matter what... but one question swirled around in his head; if she was the killer why had she pushed forward a full scale investigation?
Greg on the other hand suffered from a completely different problem. Lately he had caught himself looking at Savannah in a manner unsuitable. What he felt and wanted was as far from the word "platonic" in every possible sense as one could get.
Therefore her had decided to keep a low profile and preferably far away.
To say a few words to her the few times they met and talking on the phone was nowhere near having her around all the time. The fact that she was almost the first thing he saw when he got up in the morning and the last thing he saw before he went to bed without being allowed to touch her caused him so much agony that it was almost indescribable.
It even interfered with his work. He found himself fantasizing about her in the middle of the day and only seemed to snap back to reality whenever someone talked to him.
He knew that Grissom was after Savannah, so while he spent half the day desiring her he spent the rest of the day being mad at Grissom.
Nick couldn't stand the tension in the crime lab, he hated that people were angry at each other, whether they displayed such feelings in public or freezed each other out didn't matter. When the air was tense enough to cut he was the one that brought the knife.
"Greg..." It was best to try the gentle approach.
The younger man looked up at him, silently begging for a diversion. He needed something else to work with, to think about other than this mess.
"Grissom has been wrong before." Seldom, but it had happened. Once, perhaps.
"If he knew her..."
Nick found Savannah most attractive, but Nick knew that the devil came in all sizes and shapes. He knew about the darker side of man that was present in all of us, that everyone is able to kill if the proper motivation pops up. He wasn't about to let beauty and past speak for a person. "When this is all over we will all get answers. If she is innocent you can just give Grissom the old "Told you so", if not then it's not the end of the world."
Greg stared at him. "You think she did it, don't you?"
"I don't know. Grissom doesn't know. Hopefully we'll find out soon. In the meantime could you please keep a civil tone with Grissom?"
Greg turned his back on his friend.
Nick didn't have any better luck with Grissom so he returned to work, his dreams of being a peacemaker shattered.
Greg returned home that evening feeling more tired than a mule that had single handed pulled a whole wagon train. He unlocked the door and stepped inside to be greeted by Savannah, who gave him a glass of red wine.
"I felt a bit crazy today so i decided to buy a Montrachet. I just hope it tastes fair enough, haven't dared to try it."
Greg downed the contents in one gulp.
"That bad, eh? Your boss thinks i did it, don't he?"
As much anger Greg felt with Grissom he wouldn't say anything. "I can't say, sorry."
"It cost over 600 dollars, thought you might want to know just how low i feel." She threw her hair back. "Dinner? The least i could do" she added when she saw the expression on his face.
"No, i think i should hit the shower."
"Greg, i think we should talk."
Suddenly the tension in that room seemed almost as dense as the tension that had been in the crime lab and suddenly he felt completely cornered and helpless. His brain hit overdrive and he did the one thing that could settle it all. It was now or never, win or loose, stay or leave. He gave her a kiss.
It was a completely stupid thing to do, it had no place, but it seemed like a good idea at the time... the short while it lasted.
Savannah looked like she had received a slap across the face.
"I think I'll take that shower now." He felt stupid, idiotic and not just a little hurt as he climbed the steps.
The rest of the people involved were also brought in for interrogation, but no matter how hard he pushed, no matter how hard he tried there were no real hard evidence and evidence did not produce itself.
He had, however managed to find the type of bee that had stung Savannah, a hybrid between African and European, same as had killed Dennis Hardgrove.
Dennis Hardgrove, fifty years of age, worked as a anesthesiologist, allergic to bees. Perfect crime, prefect "accident".
Grissom would get the killer no matter what... but one question swirled around in his head; if she was the killer why had she pushed forward a full scale investigation?
Greg on the other hand suffered from a completely different problem. Lately he had caught himself looking at Savannah in a manner unsuitable. What he felt and wanted was as far from the word "platonic" in every possible sense as one could get.
Therefore her had decided to keep a low profile and preferably far away.
To say a few words to her the few times they met and talking on the phone was nowhere near having her around all the time. The fact that she was almost the first thing he saw when he got up in the morning and the last thing he saw before he went to bed without being allowed to touch her caused him so much agony that it was almost indescribable.
It even interfered with his work. He found himself fantasizing about her in the middle of the day and only seemed to snap back to reality whenever someone talked to him.
He knew that Grissom was after Savannah, so while he spent half the day desiring her he spent the rest of the day being mad at Grissom.
Nick couldn't stand the tension in the crime lab, he hated that people were angry at each other, whether they displayed such feelings in public or freezed each other out didn't matter. When the air was tense enough to cut he was the one that brought the knife.
"Greg..." It was best to try the gentle approach.
The younger man looked up at him, silently begging for a diversion. He needed something else to work with, to think about other than this mess.
"Grissom has been wrong before." Seldom, but it had happened. Once, perhaps.
"If he knew her..."
Nick found Savannah most attractive, but Nick knew that the devil came in all sizes and shapes. He knew about the darker side of man that was present in all of us, that everyone is able to kill if the proper motivation pops up. He wasn't about to let beauty and past speak for a person. "When this is all over we will all get answers. If she is innocent you can just give Grissom the old "Told you so", if not then it's not the end of the world."
Greg stared at him. "You think she did it, don't you?"
"I don't know. Grissom doesn't know. Hopefully we'll find out soon. In the meantime could you please keep a civil tone with Grissom?"
Greg turned his back on his friend.
Nick didn't have any better luck with Grissom so he returned to work, his dreams of being a peacemaker shattered.
Greg returned home that evening feeling more tired than a mule that had single handed pulled a whole wagon train. He unlocked the door and stepped inside to be greeted by Savannah, who gave him a glass of red wine.
"I felt a bit crazy today so i decided to buy a Montrachet. I just hope it tastes fair enough, haven't dared to try it."
Greg downed the contents in one gulp.
"That bad, eh? Your boss thinks i did it, don't he?"
As much anger Greg felt with Grissom he wouldn't say anything. "I can't say, sorry."
"It cost over 600 dollars, thought you might want to know just how low i feel." She threw her hair back. "Dinner? The least i could do" she added when she saw the expression on his face.
"No, i think i should hit the shower."
"Greg, i think we should talk."
Suddenly the tension in that room seemed almost as dense as the tension that had been in the crime lab and suddenly he felt completely cornered and helpless. His brain hit overdrive and he did the one thing that could settle it all. It was now or never, win or loose, stay or leave. He gave her a kiss.
It was a completely stupid thing to do, it had no place, but it seemed like a good idea at the time... the short while it lasted.
Savannah looked like she had received a slap across the face.
"I think I'll take that shower now." He felt stupid, idiotic and not just a little hurt as he climbed the steps.