A/N Well I got another part out. I tried to have a little more character interaction in this part and less postmodernism. I've also upped the rating to PG. I'm not really sure about the rating system but I think that should be appropriate. I'd like to give a special thanks to Butterflied777 for helping me out with the last advertisement thing. As always, I hope you enjoy.
The somewhat awkward scene
Finally the new(s) update begins. Never before have you felt so excited by the presentation of war, corruption and other such seemingly everyday events. You know now that you are one step closer finding out how and why that 'now infamous scene' came to be. You realise you probably should have listened to the information provided by the rather handsome reporter but right now, fiction seems so much more important and realistic. After an aerial, panning shot of the bright activity, that is night-time in Las Vegas, you are brought back to the crime-lab. More specifically, Doc Robbin's morgue. He is explaining to you just how the victim died. A graphic representation, that once would have made you cringe and cover your eyes, only to peak through your fingers, accompanies his dialogue. You are intrigued. Perhaps you might like to become a forensic pathologist, at least until professional fan fiction reader, naturally involving all relevant viewing – as research, of course – becomes a viable form of employment. Another tension filled moment occurs as their gaze momentarily locks. His deep blue eyes pierce her dark brown orbs. It goes unnoticed by the good doctor. You wonder if you are reading too much into the situation in you eagerness for something, anything to happen. You shrug the thought off, unaware of Barthes death of the author theory, convincing yourself that the writers, colloquially referred to as 'the Powers that Be' are in complete control, contriving all nuances purposely. That annoying voice that has been creeping into your head more and more often, particularly during this episode, briefly contemplates that it is not the writers but how the actors have interpreted the directions. You decide it does not matter. You are convinced the moment has occurred and shall accordingly treasure it, at least until a more important one. You wish, not for the first time, that you were able to simply view the episode without analysing the significance of each moment.
They thank the Doctor, he pulls the white sheet back over the victims head and we follow the pair back into the halls of the CSI crime lab.
"How are those fibre samples coming along?" Grissom asks her, unable to stand the silence that has yet again engulfed them, for a moment longer than necessary. It is no longer a comfortable silence like that of years past and he misses that.
"I sent them to trace. They haven't paged me back yet. I'll go check on them if you'd like. I wouldn't mind looking at them myself" She gave him an impish, half-grin, her teeth just appearing. She too felt awkward and realised this was a subconscious attempt to get away from him. She had tried. She reasoned that was all she could do. The ball, so to speak, had been in his court for far too long. It was time for her to find a new opponent, one not afraid to play past warm-up. One unwilling to forfeit on the off chance he might lose. One who would realise that the game could be fun, regardless of the outcome.
He simply nodded, having no reason to stop her. He headed toward his office. He needed to think and new the mindless activity of overdue paperwork would enable him to do just that.
You have decided you must be very good visual reader in order to infer all this from a few facial expressions and camera angles. There are many signifiers your subconscious has picked out and linked to past occasions when similar situations/expressions/colours and the like have been used.
I should also mention here that the show is about to cut to another segment involving the other case. You are pleased to realise that another case, ordinarily requiring, weeks if not months, will yet again be solved in the space of approximately 44 minutes, disregarding advertisements and other storylines.
She is standing in his doorway, a file in her hand. She has her trademark 'I've found the missing link' smile plastered across her face. Much to her dismay, she is still eager to please Grissom, if only in her work. Doorways seem to hold a special significance to you now. Something is about to happen. Grissom looks up from his papers, pushes his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and waits for her to reveal the contents of the file. Her excitement is contagious and he finds this terrifying as he attempts to subvert his emotions. A practice he is almost used to.
"We've got them. Those fibres were from rare Asian rugs. There is only one dealer here in Vegas. We also got a to the foreign hair found. It belonged to one Mr Hoyle, the proprietor. Brass is getting a warrant. Let's go."
Unable and unwilling to contain the excitement that had rubbed off on him and increased with the possibility of another catch, he smiles. He stands and they head out together.
You pause the tape. You like that scene. You want to watch it again. You rewind and play.
She stands in the doorway, watching him. His head is buried in his file. He appears oblivious to her presence but she knows better. She wait for him to acknowledge her. She berates herself, while you embrace, the thoughts that come with his cute trademark. Then he smiles. You are both surprised and you can now feel your pulse present. You like this scene. Perhaps you will watch it once more before you continue on to the rest of the episode. Retrospectively you realise this scene is a taste of what is yet to come and you wish, like Sara, to cherish each moment.