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Deciphering Miss Sidle
Trying to be nice, Grissom took the notebook into his office for safekeeping. He didn't want people snooping around in what wasn't there property (not like they ever would anyway). He sat at his desk and put it in the top drawer, hoping that it being out of sight would mean it was out of mind.
After about fifteen minutes, curiosity had gotten the best of him yet again. Making sure the door was closed; he opened up the drawer containing Sara's life. He slowly opened the book and stared at it. He took a piece of paper out from another drawer and started to mimic the writing on the first page.
"Hmm, it's not Wing Dings..." Grissom thought.
He analyzed the mysterious writings like they were some ancient language lost with the Aztecs. At least now when Sara came back, he could give her back her diary while still having a sample of that writing that was in it.
"It's not crypto either."
Knock, knock, knock
Grissom was startled and quickly closed the book and put it back in his desk.
"Come in!" He called.
She opened the door with a nervous smile on her face.
"Hey, Grissom. I was wondering if you found a book in the break room. I think I left it there in my rush to get to the crime scene."
Grissom smiled and opened the desk drawer where the book was concealed.
"Is this it?"
"Yeah, thanks."
Grissom handed her what was hers as a look of fear spread on her face. She knew Grissom's love of puzzles and if he looked at her secret speech, he'd try to figure out what it said.
"You didn't look in this, did you?" She asked.
"Nope. I'm not going to invade your privacy like that, Sara."
"Okay. Good to know," she said, the smile returning to her face as she left.
"It's a good thing you're a good liar, Gil," He thought to himself.
As he finished his paperwork, he looked over the passage he'd copied from Sara's diary. He chosen a page from near the back, hoping it was one of the more recent entries.
It read:
#& &$ $() $!%%() # &%! ($ &( # &!( ($ )#($!$
What does that mean? Grissom knew if he unlocked the code, he could finally reach Sara. Why did she have to be so secretive all the time? Maybe the answers to all his questions were in her journal, but to get them, he'd have to translate the secret code. Maybe he could use the same approach to understand Sara...
"Gil?"
He looked up, not frightened this time by someone at his door, considering that the person he was most fearful of had already seem him.
"Hi, Cath."
"Finished your paperwork so soon? Must be a new record for you," Catherine teased.
"Mmm-hmm," he mumbled in agreement, still engrossed in the puzzle.
Catherine leaned across the desk to see what he was so concentrated on.
"New form of 'Crypto quotes'?"
"In a way."
"Oh. I won't bother you then," She said as she got up to leave.
Grissom knew Catherine was up to something, as she always is. It was just a matter of not asking her anymore. Every time Grissom asked Catherine what she was up to, she'd just answer with, "Nothing," even when he knew it wasn't 'nothing'. And ever since Sara showed up, 'nothing' was getting to be Catherine's favorite answer.
He looked at the clock. Shift was almost over, but he knew mostly everyone was going to stay late. He had a devoted crew who wouldn't rest until justice was rightfully served.
Grissom packed up his briefcase and tucked the code into his pocket as he left his office.
He was in such a rush to get home, he hardly noticed Sara almost running down the hall until...
BAM!
"Oh, Sara! I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, Grissom! It's my fault, I should take my time..."
They were both on the floor, picking up the papers that had scattered on the floor when Grissom's briefcase flew open. He instinctively reached into his pocket to search for....
"Hey, what's this?" Sara asked picking up his duplicated page from her diary.
TBC
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