Title: 38 Across
Summary: Sara really should have known better… [Unbound challenge response]
Rating: G
Category: Humour
Author's Notes: Unbound Challenge response, with the first and last lines given. Kudos to anyone who can identify the show from which the title/clue comes from. G And this is really, really short.
Disclaimer: The aren't mine, and I'm not making a profit.
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"Would you please stop doing that?" asked a nervous Nick. "Grissom is going to kill you."
"No he won't," Sara replied, still absorbed in her task.
"Yes, he will. That's his Times crossword puzzle, and he's not too fond of sharing."
"I don't see his name on it anywhere," she pointed out calmly, filling in another word. "Hey, Nick? What's a five letter Yiddish word for bedbug?"
"Oh no. You're not involving me in your little… disaster in waiting."
"God Nick. You're acting like Greg. Grissom may be… moody at times, but at worst he'll give me the death glare and assign me the next decomp."
"The worst? Man, Sara, you're delusional. That's his crossword, and a rank DB is the least of your worries."
"He's more scared of me than I am of him," joked Sara. Which was the sad truth they kept between themselves; they may have been moving forward, but Sara and Grissom were both timid. Nick laughed, oblivious to the fact.
"Something funny, Nick?" asked Grissom, appearing at the doorway in almost inconceivable good timing.
"No sir."
Sara rustled the paper, then wrote in another answer. Her glance dared Grissom to comment, a challenge he was not up to facing at the moment.
"Good. Go see if Hodges is done with your sample."
Nick moved, and Grissom poured himself a coffee.
"Is that my crossword?"
"Not now," she answered cheekily, before grinning. "Your birthday present is on the counter."
"I saw it. 'The Ultimate Puzzle Book'?"
"Crosswords not even the Times would touch," confirmed Sara. "I'm going to check in with Greg. See if he knows a Yiddish word for bed bug."
""How many letters?"
"Five. Starts with 'v'."
"Vantz" he told her confidently.
"Score," Sara said, writing it in. "Thanks. Now I do have to go. Have fun with your book."
She drained the last of her coffee from her mug, tucked the paper under her arm to finish later and headed for the door. Grissom's voice stopped her though.
"Is that all I get?" asked Grissom nonchalantly. "A book?"
"There's something else for you, in the card," she said, appearing to any observer just as disinterested.
Looking at the file in his hands, he asked, "And what's that?"
"A key."
"To your heart, I suppose."
She'd kill him for bringing that up. "To my apartment, actually."
He looked up then, amusement lighting his eyes and a small smile on his lips. "That's better."
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Well, at least it was short.