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A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.9:
"Grissom." Grissom answered his desk phone.
"Hey, Gil. Sara's here at the station. Before you bust something, she's fine. She's at the front desk filling out a restraining order."
"Did he try anything?" Grissom leaned over his desk for leverage.
"Not exactly. I'm bringing her back to the labs. She's gonna need someplace to stay for a while. She agreed. Lurie knows where she lives."
Grissom felt relief that Sara was safe at the station. Brass always came through.
"Thanks, Jim."
"Ah, before you hang up. . .I wanna give you a heads up so you don't say something stupid. No offense."
"Ok." Grissom straightened.
"I tailed her after she left work today just like I said I would. She didn't go home after work." Brass tried to think of the best way to say it, but no way was going to make it better. "I followed her to Lurie's place. She went in, and about an hour later, she left."
Grissom didn't respond. Just as Brass was about to try to sooth things over, Grissom spoke up.
"Vincent Mathers!" Grissom rubbed his brow. "Sara's been seeing this guy?" He was incredulous. He wasn't sure if he was furious, or relieved.
"She had no idea, Gil. Go easy on her. She's not taking this well. Who can blame her? He had your whole crew fooled."
That fact wasn't lost on Grissom. The rest of the team had shared a table and drinks with this man. They too would feel betrayed.
"Meet me in my office." Grissom hung up the phone.
He could feel his pulse speeding up, and his temple throbbing. He took deep breaths, and tried to calm down.
"Damnit!" Grissom spat out the word louder than he had intended. Thankful that no one was near enough to notice. He shut his door, and waited.
Jim Brass walked out of his office, and around the corner to the front desks. He spotted Sara through the glass divider. She was pacing the waiting room.
"Ready?" Brass waved her over. "Did they get you all squared away?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's get over to the labs. Grissom's expecting us." He noted how her shoulders slumped upon hearing his words. "It's gonna be ok. I promise."
"Thanks." Sara was unconvinced. She pulled Lurie's key from her pocket, and held it up.
"That what was in the envelope?" Brass winced.
"I was so stupid. This is such a mess." It was all she had the energy left to say. The truth was unfathomable to her still.
"C'mon, Sara. Let's just get to the labs. We'll deal with this another time, ok?"
A/N: I know this is short, but I'm working on the last few chapters, and I have to 1.-sleep and 2. – be out of town for a long weekend. Expect the rest Monday! Thanks for all the reviews!
A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.9:
"Grissom." Grissom answered his desk phone.
"Hey, Gil. Sara's here at the station. Before you bust something, she's fine. She's at the front desk filling out a restraining order."
"Did he try anything?" Grissom leaned over his desk for leverage.
"Not exactly. I'm bringing her back to the labs. She's gonna need someplace to stay for a while. She agreed. Lurie knows where she lives."
Grissom felt relief that Sara was safe at the station. Brass always came through.
"Thanks, Jim."
"Ah, before you hang up. . .I wanna give you a heads up so you don't say something stupid. No offense."
"Ok." Grissom straightened.
"I tailed her after she left work today just like I said I would. She didn't go home after work." Brass tried to think of the best way to say it, but no way was going to make it better. "I followed her to Lurie's place. She went in, and about an hour later, she left."
Grissom didn't respond. Just as Brass was about to try to sooth things over, Grissom spoke up.
"Vincent Mathers!" Grissom rubbed his brow. "Sara's been seeing this guy?" He was incredulous. He wasn't sure if he was furious, or relieved.
"She had no idea, Gil. Go easy on her. She's not taking this well. Who can blame her? He had your whole crew fooled."
That fact wasn't lost on Grissom. The rest of the team had shared a table and drinks with this man. They too would feel betrayed.
"Meet me in my office." Grissom hung up the phone.
He could feel his pulse speeding up, and his temple throbbing. He took deep breaths, and tried to calm down.
"Damnit!" Grissom spat out the word louder than he had intended. Thankful that no one was near enough to notice. He shut his door, and waited.
Jim Brass walked out of his office, and around the corner to the front desks. He spotted Sara through the glass divider. She was pacing the waiting room.
"Ready?" Brass waved her over. "Did they get you all squared away?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's get over to the labs. Grissom's expecting us." He noted how her shoulders slumped upon hearing his words. "It's gonna be ok. I promise."
"Thanks." Sara was unconvinced. She pulled Lurie's key from her pocket, and held it up.
"That what was in the envelope?" Brass winced.
"I was so stupid. This is such a mess." It was all she had the energy left to say. The truth was unfathomable to her still.
"C'mon, Sara. Let's just get to the labs. We'll deal with this another time, ok?"
A/N: I know this is short, but I'm working on the last few chapters, and I have to 1.-sleep and 2. – be out of town for a long weekend. Expect the rest Monday! Thanks for all the reviews!