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A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
A/N: I realize Sara did in fact, see Grissom's speech at the end of "Butterflied", but I'm going on the notion that he was halfway out the door with his head turned away most of the time during that speech. Hope it doesn't bug folks too much.
CH.7:
Grissom sat behind his desk contemplating whether or not his hitting the 'search' button on the browser constituted an invasion of Sara's privacy. In truth, he knew it did, but he was just looking out for her best interests right? He hit the button on his screen, and sat back. 'No entries found. Revise search.' There was no 'Bio-TRCcam Engineers' listed anywhere he searched. He pulled his phone directory out of the desk, and flipped through the M's. There was no Vincent Mathers listed. Not even a 'V' Mathers. Maybe he was new to town. Grissom checked the date on his phonebook. It was only a few months old. He kneaded the bridge of his nose in frustration. Maybe he'd been at this job too long, but he had a bad feeling about Vincent Mathers, and it wasn't entirely brought on by jealousy.
"Gris?" Catherine knocked on Grissom's office, bringing Gil out of his stupor.
"Yes?"
"You gonna hand out assignments tonight?"
"Yes. I'll be right in."
Catherine shrugged, and turned to leave. Grissom was moodier than usual the past week.
"Anything I should know about?" She turned back.
"No. Nothing you don't already know." He adjusted his glasses, and stood up to follow her to the conference room. She waited for him to walk with her. Something was definitely bothering him. They had been working the same case. She doubted that was it. It was closed, and uneventful.
"Sara comes back in tonight, doesn't she?" Catherine tried to sound nonchalant.
"Yes."
Great. Monosyllable Man is back.
"Good. She should be well rested after all that time off, though, it's not like she's been sitting at home reading journals." Catherine grinned as she saw Grissom seem to stiffen up. This had to be getting to him, even if he'd never admit it. Grissom didn't take the bait.
"We all went for drinks last night before shift. Nonalcoholic of course. Vince seems like a nice enough guy. Why didn't you come along?"
"I wasn't invited." His jaw tritched as he cut her off at the conference room door.
Catherine suddenly felt like she'd stuck her foot in her mouth. She was glad she was still working a case with Nick. A grouchy Grissom was no fun to work a case with. She looked over at Sara who was drinking her coffee, and looking over some files of cases she'd missed while out. Catherine took a seat next to her, and gave her a slight nudge.
"Yeah?"
"I, um, may have mentioned something to Grissom that I wasn't supposed to. I didn't know he wasn't invited last night. Sorry." Catherine looked up to make sure Grissom hadn't heard her.
"I did invite him!" Sara whispered loudly before lowering her voice more. "Same way I did all you guys. I sent him a funny card." Sara knew she mailed it. She'd stuck them on Vincent's mailbox earlier that week. It only takes a few days for inner city mail to go through. Sara frowned. She knew she should have just paged everybody. Sending cards was so friggin' Martha Stewart. Not her thing at all, but Vincent thought it would be a nice idea. Sara started giving herself a mental smackdown as Grissom handed out assignments.
"Sara, you're with me." Grissom's voice behind her brought her back to the moment.
"What've we got?" She stood to join him, aware of the tension in the air.
"A body found floating face down in the Venecian's pool." He handed her the folder, and walked out.
Sara trailed after him.
"Great." She looked towards Catherine who gave her a sympathetic look.
"Sorry, Sara."
Sara shook her head, and headed towards Grissom's office to catch up with him.
"Grissom, about last night. I swear I sent you an invitation. I'm sorry if you thought I didn't invite you." She hoped he would understand, and the night's case could go smoothly.
"That's fine." He grabbed his jacket and keys.
The ride to the Venecian was deafeningly silent. Sara swore she could almost hear the valves in her heart opening and closing as the blood swooshed through. They pulled into the lot as Brass made his way towards them.
"Hey, guys. Hotel guest says this guys took a header off his balcony. Apparently, he's some famous idiot from one of those 'Dumbass' shows."
"You mean 'Jackass?'" Grissom looked around at the large crowd held back by the police, and flimsy yellow tape.
"Whatever. Guy's dead either way. His name was, oh yer gonna love this, 'Heywood Jablomee.' He had it legally changed to that a few years back. Real name is Bob Kearney."
Both CSI's smirked. Grissom shook his head. The things people did never ceased to amaze and disgust him.
From the lobby, amidst a horde of crowding guests, Lurie watched Grissom and Sara speaking with the Policeman he recognized from the interrogation room. Grissom stood close to Sara's right side. Too close. Why did she let him stand so close to her? Lurie's hands were in fists, his jaw set, and he looked around for someplace more inconspicuous to stand. The acids churned in his stomach as he saw Sara grinning at something one of the men had said. Sara's phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Sara! I'm glad I caught you." Lurie cheerfully spoke.
"Hey." Sara looked from Brass to Grissom. "I can't really talk right now." She turned away from her colleagues. "I'm at a crime scene."
Brass's eyebrows shot up, as he gave Grissom a questioning look. Grissom sighed.
"Sara, we really need to start processing this scene."
She could hear the impatience in Grissom's voice. She winced.
"I'll call you later." She closed her phone, and rejoined the duo.
"He's all yours." Brass through a thumb towards the swimming pool, and went off to speak with witnesses.
Lurie was fuming. Had he said goodbye? No! She had hung up on him like he was just some common friend. He stood from the safety of the pillar watching the two of them working to retrieve the dead body from the pool.
"Lurie, right?" Brass tapped Lurie's sleeve with his pen.
Lurie spun around in mild shock at having been spotted. He had failed to keep an eye on the policeman.
"That's right."
"What brings you here on this fine day?" Brass's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Kill anymore nurses lately?"
"I believe this qualifies as harassment." Lurie tried to unclench his jaw as he spoke.
Brass noticed Lurie's body language, and looked in the direction he had been focused on.
"There a reason you're so fascinated by Grissom? I'd hope you aren't planning anything stupid, Doc." Brass cast a wry grin on Lurie. He'd have to make sure Grissom was packing next time he saw him, just in case. Brass liked playing it safe when it came to homicidal maniacs.
"Well, alright, Doc. So nice to see you again. Now why don't you go someplace else?" Brass's tone left no doubts. He wasn't playing around.
Lurie nodded his head, and walked off into the crowd. Brass made his way back over to Sara and Grissom.
"Hey, ya got a minute?" Brass grabbed Grissom's arm motioning for him to follow him to the edge of the pavement away from Sara's earshot.
"What's up, Jim?"
"Are you packing?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
"I just bumped into Vincent Lurie in the lobby." Brass waited for his words to sink in. "He seemed pretty interested in what you were doing. Might wanna watch your back, Gil."
"We're almost done here, anyhow. Just waiting for David to take the body." Grissom nodded, and went back to his tasks. He watched Sara closing up her case, then looked back towards the lobby's back entrance. He looked again at Sara, then quickly walked back over to Brass.
"Are you sure it was me he was watching?" Grissom motioned back towards Sara.
Brass took a deep breath, and sighed.
"You want me to have somebody keep an eye on her?" Brass spoke quietly.
"She'd hate that."
"Well, it's better to be safe, right?" Brass looked back at Sara who was now aware she was being left out of something. "We'll talk later."
"Thanks, Jim." Grissom turned back to Sara.
"What's up?" She stood, case in hand, ready to head back to the labs.
"Brass just filled me in on some things. Nothing new yet. You ready?" He asked, knowing full well she was.
"Yeah." Sara gave him a funny look. Why hadn't she been included in this little briefing? She hoped Grissom wasn't bearing a grudge over the missed invitation.
A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
A/N: I realize Sara did in fact, see Grissom's speech at the end of "Butterflied", but I'm going on the notion that he was halfway out the door with his head turned away most of the time during that speech. Hope it doesn't bug folks too much.
CH.7:
Grissom sat behind his desk contemplating whether or not his hitting the 'search' button on the browser constituted an invasion of Sara's privacy. In truth, he knew it did, but he was just looking out for her best interests right? He hit the button on his screen, and sat back. 'No entries found. Revise search.' There was no 'Bio-TRCcam Engineers' listed anywhere he searched. He pulled his phone directory out of the desk, and flipped through the M's. There was no Vincent Mathers listed. Not even a 'V' Mathers. Maybe he was new to town. Grissom checked the date on his phonebook. It was only a few months old. He kneaded the bridge of his nose in frustration. Maybe he'd been at this job too long, but he had a bad feeling about Vincent Mathers, and it wasn't entirely brought on by jealousy.
"Gris?" Catherine knocked on Grissom's office, bringing Gil out of his stupor.
"Yes?"
"You gonna hand out assignments tonight?"
"Yes. I'll be right in."
Catherine shrugged, and turned to leave. Grissom was moodier than usual the past week.
"Anything I should know about?" She turned back.
"No. Nothing you don't already know." He adjusted his glasses, and stood up to follow her to the conference room. She waited for him to walk with her. Something was definitely bothering him. They had been working the same case. She doubted that was it. It was closed, and uneventful.
"Sara comes back in tonight, doesn't she?" Catherine tried to sound nonchalant.
"Yes."
Great. Monosyllable Man is back.
"Good. She should be well rested after all that time off, though, it's not like she's been sitting at home reading journals." Catherine grinned as she saw Grissom seem to stiffen up. This had to be getting to him, even if he'd never admit it. Grissom didn't take the bait.
"We all went for drinks last night before shift. Nonalcoholic of course. Vince seems like a nice enough guy. Why didn't you come along?"
"I wasn't invited." His jaw tritched as he cut her off at the conference room door.
Catherine suddenly felt like she'd stuck her foot in her mouth. She was glad she was still working a case with Nick. A grouchy Grissom was no fun to work a case with. She looked over at Sara who was drinking her coffee, and looking over some files of cases she'd missed while out. Catherine took a seat next to her, and gave her a slight nudge.
"Yeah?"
"I, um, may have mentioned something to Grissom that I wasn't supposed to. I didn't know he wasn't invited last night. Sorry." Catherine looked up to make sure Grissom hadn't heard her.
"I did invite him!" Sara whispered loudly before lowering her voice more. "Same way I did all you guys. I sent him a funny card." Sara knew she mailed it. She'd stuck them on Vincent's mailbox earlier that week. It only takes a few days for inner city mail to go through. Sara frowned. She knew she should have just paged everybody. Sending cards was so friggin' Martha Stewart. Not her thing at all, but Vincent thought it would be a nice idea. Sara started giving herself a mental smackdown as Grissom handed out assignments.
"Sara, you're with me." Grissom's voice behind her brought her back to the moment.
"What've we got?" She stood to join him, aware of the tension in the air.
"A body found floating face down in the Venecian's pool." He handed her the folder, and walked out.
Sara trailed after him.
"Great." She looked towards Catherine who gave her a sympathetic look.
"Sorry, Sara."
Sara shook her head, and headed towards Grissom's office to catch up with him.
"Grissom, about last night. I swear I sent you an invitation. I'm sorry if you thought I didn't invite you." She hoped he would understand, and the night's case could go smoothly.
"That's fine." He grabbed his jacket and keys.
The ride to the Venecian was deafeningly silent. Sara swore she could almost hear the valves in her heart opening and closing as the blood swooshed through. They pulled into the lot as Brass made his way towards them.
"Hey, guys. Hotel guest says this guys took a header off his balcony. Apparently, he's some famous idiot from one of those 'Dumbass' shows."
"You mean 'Jackass?'" Grissom looked around at the large crowd held back by the police, and flimsy yellow tape.
"Whatever. Guy's dead either way. His name was, oh yer gonna love this, 'Heywood Jablomee.' He had it legally changed to that a few years back. Real name is Bob Kearney."
Both CSI's smirked. Grissom shook his head. The things people did never ceased to amaze and disgust him.
From the lobby, amidst a horde of crowding guests, Lurie watched Grissom and Sara speaking with the Policeman he recognized from the interrogation room. Grissom stood close to Sara's right side. Too close. Why did she let him stand so close to her? Lurie's hands were in fists, his jaw set, and he looked around for someplace more inconspicuous to stand. The acids churned in his stomach as he saw Sara grinning at something one of the men had said. Sara's phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Sara! I'm glad I caught you." Lurie cheerfully spoke.
"Hey." Sara looked from Brass to Grissom. "I can't really talk right now." She turned away from her colleagues. "I'm at a crime scene."
Brass's eyebrows shot up, as he gave Grissom a questioning look. Grissom sighed.
"Sara, we really need to start processing this scene."
She could hear the impatience in Grissom's voice. She winced.
"I'll call you later." She closed her phone, and rejoined the duo.
"He's all yours." Brass through a thumb towards the swimming pool, and went off to speak with witnesses.
Lurie was fuming. Had he said goodbye? No! She had hung up on him like he was just some common friend. He stood from the safety of the pillar watching the two of them working to retrieve the dead body from the pool.
"Lurie, right?" Brass tapped Lurie's sleeve with his pen.
Lurie spun around in mild shock at having been spotted. He had failed to keep an eye on the policeman.
"That's right."
"What brings you here on this fine day?" Brass's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Kill anymore nurses lately?"
"I believe this qualifies as harassment." Lurie tried to unclench his jaw as he spoke.
Brass noticed Lurie's body language, and looked in the direction he had been focused on.
"There a reason you're so fascinated by Grissom? I'd hope you aren't planning anything stupid, Doc." Brass cast a wry grin on Lurie. He'd have to make sure Grissom was packing next time he saw him, just in case. Brass liked playing it safe when it came to homicidal maniacs.
"Well, alright, Doc. So nice to see you again. Now why don't you go someplace else?" Brass's tone left no doubts. He wasn't playing around.
Lurie nodded his head, and walked off into the crowd. Brass made his way back over to Sara and Grissom.
"Hey, ya got a minute?" Brass grabbed Grissom's arm motioning for him to follow him to the edge of the pavement away from Sara's earshot.
"What's up, Jim?"
"Are you packing?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
"I just bumped into Vincent Lurie in the lobby." Brass waited for his words to sink in. "He seemed pretty interested in what you were doing. Might wanna watch your back, Gil."
"We're almost done here, anyhow. Just waiting for David to take the body." Grissom nodded, and went back to his tasks. He watched Sara closing up her case, then looked back towards the lobby's back entrance. He looked again at Sara, then quickly walked back over to Brass.
"Are you sure it was me he was watching?" Grissom motioned back towards Sara.
Brass took a deep breath, and sighed.
"You want me to have somebody keep an eye on her?" Brass spoke quietly.
"She'd hate that."
"Well, it's better to be safe, right?" Brass looked back at Sara who was now aware she was being left out of something. "We'll talk later."
"Thanks, Jim." Grissom turned back to Sara.
"What's up?" She stood, case in hand, ready to head back to the labs.
"Brass just filled me in on some things. Nothing new yet. You ready?" He asked, knowing full well she was.
"Yeah." Sara gave him a funny look. Why hadn't she been included in this little briefing? She hoped Grissom wasn't bearing a grudge over the missed invitation.