"Watch it, Sara what's the hurry," Warrick asked.
"Have you seen Nick," she asked.
"He's in the break room, watching the game," Warrick answered.
"Why doesn't he just watch it at home," Sara asked.
"He said that his TV is too small," Warrick said.
"Uh, okay than, thanks, "Sara said. But Warrick caught her arm, before she could walk off.
"How's Grissom," he asked.
"He's in a coma, Cath is with him at the moment," Sara said and walked off towards the break room.
"Thanks," Warrick yelled to her.
Break room
"Go the Lakers..........come on...almost..................Foul," Nick swore at the TV.
Sara sat down on the chair, panting away, panting from all the running. "Oh Hi Sara, I heard about Grissom, how is he," Nick asked.
"Good, in a coma actually," Sara said.
Nick nodded his head and wet back to watching the game. "Uh Nick, can we talk," Sara said.
"But the game," Nick pleaded.
Sara stood up "You know what, Never mind, I was right, why did I ever listen to Catherine," Sara said and stomped off.
"Sara wait, "Nick called after her. He followed her to the locker room.
Sara was putting her jacket on.
"What was it you wanted to speak to me about," Nick asked, sitting down on the bench that took up the middle space of the room.
"Catherine told me that you were going to.....to....nevermind why would you want to know anyhow," Sara said and shut her locker door and was about to walk off but Nick caught her arm.
"Wait, Please," Nick said.
Sara looked down at her arm in which Nick had held ever so gently.
He let her hand go "What did Catherine say," Nick asked.
"Have you seen Nick," she asked.
"He's in the break room, watching the game," Warrick answered.
"Why doesn't he just watch it at home," Sara asked.
"He said that his TV is too small," Warrick said.
"Uh, okay than, thanks, "Sara said. But Warrick caught her arm, before she could walk off.
"How's Grissom," he asked.
"He's in a coma, Cath is with him at the moment," Sara said and walked off towards the break room.
"Thanks," Warrick yelled to her.
Break room
"Go the Lakers..........come on...almost..................Foul," Nick swore at the TV.
Sara sat down on the chair, panting away, panting from all the running. "Oh Hi Sara, I heard about Grissom, how is he," Nick asked.
"Good, in a coma actually," Sara said.
Nick nodded his head and wet back to watching the game. "Uh Nick, can we talk," Sara said.
"But the game," Nick pleaded.
Sara stood up "You know what, Never mind, I was right, why did I ever listen to Catherine," Sara said and stomped off.
"Sara wait, "Nick called after her. He followed her to the locker room.
Sara was putting her jacket on.
"What was it you wanted to speak to me about," Nick asked, sitting down on the bench that took up the middle space of the room.
"Catherine told me that you were going to.....to....nevermind why would you want to know anyhow," Sara said and shut her locker door and was about to walk off but Nick caught her arm.
"Wait, Please," Nick said.
Sara looked down at her arm in which Nick had held ever so gently.
He let her hand go "What did Catherine say," Nick asked.