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Later that Evening…
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Grissom, Cath and Warrick were sitting in the meeting room, with various shots of the crime scene. There had been silence for sometime, everyone hated to admit it, but the didn't really have any evidence.
"Well, I better go see if Greg's done with the DNA analysis." Cath said, getting up from a chair.
"Has anyone told him?" Warrick said uncomfortably, his gaze shifted to Grissom. They did follow his lead after all.
"Grissom?" Cath questioned, knowing full well that he hadn't told Greg.
"No." He answered simply; he didn't want to discuss this.
"Why not? Someone should have told him." Cath said forcefully, hoping to agitate Grissom enough to get him to tell Greg.
"You're welcome to Catherine." He responded, not looking at her; his attention had suddenly become focused on a particular crime scene photo.
"Fine," She said bitterly. She was begging to feel used; Grissom seemed to make her deal with the personal feelings of the team; and that definitely wasn't in her job description.
It seemed that if it wasn't to do with a case; she had to do it, whether it be other CSI's or the press.
She walked round to the DNA lab. She felt a need to keep everyone in the loop; she didn't know why. Greg had a right to know. They were friends.
She saw him in the lab, sitting quietly. He already looked ready to leave; he had his coat on. He was working overtime; Grissom hadn't asked him too, but the case they were working on was solely relying on the results of this test.
He was dedicated to his job; just as much as the rest of the team.
"Greg…" she said quietly.
"One sec" he said tearing out a print off, his eyes quickly scanned the paper.
"Sorry" he said, not taking his eyes of the paper, "no match."
Cath sighed, "Thanks Greg." There was a sadness in her voice, which caused Greg to look up.
"What's wrong Cath?" He said, slightly tilting his head to the side, and searching her face.
"It's not much Greg…" She began, slightly wincing at his cold stare.
"Sara…well…"She began, but was cut off.
"Well what?" Greg exclaimed, moving closer to Cath. His hand tensed up, and began crumpling the print-off held in his hand, "is she ok?" he said, his voice fearful.
"Don't worry Greg, she's fine." Cath said, trying to reassure him.
"She and Grissom were at a crime scene, just a burglary, and she, well, she freaked out. She just started crying and saying 'she couldn't do it anymore' – So Grissom took her home." She said, not trying to sound over-dramatic. Even she wasn't to sure about what had happened – Grissom had been so sketchy with the details.
"I see…" Greg said distantly, his mind wandered back to the conversation he and Sara had shared earlier. He hoped she wasn't upset about something he said.
"She's probably just stressed, you know? This job takes a lot out of you." Cath said, trying to justify to both him and herself, that Sara was ok.
"I know it does." Greg said coldly. Someone always managed to imply that he did less work than the CSI's; whether they meant to or not.
"Yeah, well, I just thought I'd let you know." She said, turning away; not knowing why Greg seemed so angry.
"Yeah."
'Yeah, tell me hours after it happened.' Greg thought to himself. His mind returned back to Sara, the way she looked earlier. HE should have told her to go home. She didn't seem right then.
"I'll go see her, he said, moving past Cath, "the only reason I'm still here was because I was waiting for your DNA results," he sighed.
"No, Greg, Grissom told us that we weren't to see her, that'd he deal with it." Cath insisted, not wanting Greg to get in trouble with Grissom.
"Yes, Grissom told you guys, not me…" he started, as he further analysed Cath's statement, "him? Dealing with it? He'll probably just tell her to take some time of and hope it resolves itself." He said brutally.
"He took her home, she seemed ok." Cath said, emphasising each statement in Grissom's defence.
Ok, so sometimes the man was an ass, but he usually did the best thing when it came to Sara. Well, occasionally he needed a prod in the right direction.
"What I do on my own time, is my own business," he looked at his watch, "and it's been my time for over an hour…" he continued, his voice was slightly raised now.
"I'm just telling you the facts." Cath said, she was convinced that Greg was overacting.
"I know. Night." He said quickly, before disappearing out the door.
"Night," she said quietly to herself. She had no idea what just had happened.
But she was pretty sure that Grissom would probably be yelling to her about it later.
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Later that Evening…
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Grissom, Cath and Warrick were sitting in the meeting room, with various shots of the crime scene. There had been silence for sometime, everyone hated to admit it, but the didn't really have any evidence.
"Well, I better go see if Greg's done with the DNA analysis." Cath said, getting up from a chair.
"Has anyone told him?" Warrick said uncomfortably, his gaze shifted to Grissom. They did follow his lead after all.
"Grissom?" Cath questioned, knowing full well that he hadn't told Greg.
"No." He answered simply; he didn't want to discuss this.
"Why not? Someone should have told him." Cath said forcefully, hoping to agitate Grissom enough to get him to tell Greg.
"You're welcome to Catherine." He responded, not looking at her; his attention had suddenly become focused on a particular crime scene photo.
"Fine," She said bitterly. She was begging to feel used; Grissom seemed to make her deal with the personal feelings of the team; and that definitely wasn't in her job description.
It seemed that if it wasn't to do with a case; she had to do it, whether it be other CSI's or the press.
She walked round to the DNA lab. She felt a need to keep everyone in the loop; she didn't know why. Greg had a right to know. They were friends.
She saw him in the lab, sitting quietly. He already looked ready to leave; he had his coat on. He was working overtime; Grissom hadn't asked him too, but the case they were working on was solely relying on the results of this test.
He was dedicated to his job; just as much as the rest of the team.
"Greg…" she said quietly.
"One sec" he said tearing out a print off, his eyes quickly scanned the paper.
"Sorry" he said, not taking his eyes of the paper, "no match."
Cath sighed, "Thanks Greg." There was a sadness in her voice, which caused Greg to look up.
"What's wrong Cath?" He said, slightly tilting his head to the side, and searching her face.
"It's not much Greg…" She began, slightly wincing at his cold stare.
"Sara…well…"She began, but was cut off.
"Well what?" Greg exclaimed, moving closer to Cath. His hand tensed up, and began crumpling the print-off held in his hand, "is she ok?" he said, his voice fearful.
"Don't worry Greg, she's fine." Cath said, trying to reassure him.
"She and Grissom were at a crime scene, just a burglary, and she, well, she freaked out. She just started crying and saying 'she couldn't do it anymore' – So Grissom took her home." She said, not trying to sound over-dramatic. Even she wasn't to sure about what had happened – Grissom had been so sketchy with the details.
"I see…" Greg said distantly, his mind wandered back to the conversation he and Sara had shared earlier. He hoped she wasn't upset about something he said.
"She's probably just stressed, you know? This job takes a lot out of you." Cath said, trying to justify to both him and herself, that Sara was ok.
"I know it does." Greg said coldly. Someone always managed to imply that he did less work than the CSI's; whether they meant to or not.
"Yeah, well, I just thought I'd let you know." She said, turning away; not knowing why Greg seemed so angry.
"Yeah."
'Yeah, tell me hours after it happened.' Greg thought to himself. His mind returned back to Sara, the way she looked earlier. HE should have told her to go home. She didn't seem right then.
"I'll go see her, he said, moving past Cath, "the only reason I'm still here was because I was waiting for your DNA results," he sighed.
"No, Greg, Grissom told us that we weren't to see her, that'd he deal with it." Cath insisted, not wanting Greg to get in trouble with Grissom.
"Yes, Grissom told you guys, not me…" he started, as he further analysed Cath's statement, "him? Dealing with it? He'll probably just tell her to take some time of and hope it resolves itself." He said brutally.
"He took her home, she seemed ok." Cath said, emphasising each statement in Grissom's defence.
Ok, so sometimes the man was an ass, but he usually did the best thing when it came to Sara. Well, occasionally he needed a prod in the right direction.
"What I do on my own time, is my own business," he looked at his watch, "and it's been my time for over an hour…" he continued, his voice was slightly raised now.
"I'm just telling you the facts." Cath said, she was convinced that Greg was overacting.
"I know. Night." He said quickly, before disappearing out the door.
"Night," she said quietly to herself. She had no idea what just had happened.
But she was pretty sure that Grissom would probably be yelling to her about it later.
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