Grissom looked out of his office just in time to see Sara walk by. He froze when she stopped and walked back towards his office door. She peeked her head in.
"There's something you should know about both cases," she said quickly, then waited until she knew he was listening. "Same killer. Same primary crime scene."
"The murders were related?," he asked, trying to sound normal and pulling it off. She made him nervous.
"I just said that," she smirked. "When you catch up, I'll be in interrogation with Brass and our suspect."
With that, she calmly walked away.
It took everything in him to not run to her side. He waited for a moment and walked slowly to the obsevation room.
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Greg wheeled his chair across the room. He was bored and it seemed everyone was at this interrogation. Sometimes he wished he didn't get everything done as fast as he did. Then he'd have something to do. Of course, if he was slow about things he'd probably lose his job.
He spun around in the chair a few times before he up to go make some coffee.
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Sara stayed relatively calm. 'Is he actually staring at me?,' she thought, disgusted as she glanced at the suspect, who was undoubtedly staring at her.
From the other side of the two way mirror, Grissom clenched his fist to avoid letting Catherine and Nick know what he was thinking. Catherine looked at his closed fist then up at his emotionless face. She'd known him long enough to know when there was something bothering him. This was definately one of those times. She had a sudden realization. The suspect was hitting on Sara.
"Gil?," she had asked the question without voicing it, certain he would get the point.
"Nick get her out of there," he ordered. "Cath you stay here. This guy's a pig. I don't want you two around him."
Catherine waited for Nick to clear the room.
"Or is it because he's hitting on her?"
"You know I'd be the same way with you," he reasoned. "I'm looking out for my team."
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Nick knocked and entered the interrogation room.
"Sara, Grissom wants you out of here," he drawled. "I'll take it from here."
So he wanted her out, huh? She didn't want him playing the protector with her. It just confused her more. She opened the door to the observation room, not suprised to find Grissom and Catherine there.
"What, am I five?," she accused, staring at Grissom. Why won't you let me handle myself?"
"You were handling yourself nicely," he remarked, glancing at Catherine who had a stern look on her face. "I just didn't want you in the middle of anything that may have occurred in there."
Almost as if on que, Glen lunged at Brass, gripping his throat. Nick and two officers pryed him away. It looked to Catherine and Sara as if he'd said something to Brass. When Brass got off the floor, he looked toward the mirror, then back at the suspect.
"We won't have to worry about that, Mr. Albright," Brass said in a very monotone voice, his face still white. "You're going to be lucky if you see the light of day ever again."
"Who says I'm the one who's gonna do it?," Glen replied in a cool composed manner. Nick looked at Brass expecting him to let him know what was going on. Brass glanced toward the mirror again. He hoped Grissom had caught what Glen had said.
Grissom stared blankly through the mirror. He'd gotten exceptionally good at reading lips and he wasn't too thrilled with what he had seen. Watching Sara? That would mean that Sara was in danger the whole time and he never knew it. He looked at her. She seemed less than amused with his protective side.
Glen was cuffed and led out of the room. Brass met up with Grissom in the hall. They waited till Catherine and Sara were out of earshot.
"You hear him Gil?," Brass asked.
"Didn't have to," he pointed at his ears. "When you start losing your hearing, reading lips is one of the first things you master."
Brass nodded and glanced down the hall ti where Sara and Nick were talking.
"If he has a partner after Sara, Mobley will put Ecklie on it," Brass remarked. Grissom shot him a look.
"Conrad Ecklie won't get the chance," he growled. "I'd find her before he finds his first piece of evidence."
Brass nodded. He knew that Grissom really shouldn't go against his supervisor, and Sherriff Brian Mobley would be sure to act on it, but he also understood where Grissom stood on this topic. Whether he'd admit it or not, he loved Sara.
"There's something you should know about both cases," she said quickly, then waited until she knew he was listening. "Same killer. Same primary crime scene."
"The murders were related?," he asked, trying to sound normal and pulling it off. She made him nervous.
"I just said that," she smirked. "When you catch up, I'll be in interrogation with Brass and our suspect."
With that, she calmly walked away.
It took everything in him to not run to her side. He waited for a moment and walked slowly to the obsevation room.
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Greg wheeled his chair across the room. He was bored and it seemed everyone was at this interrogation. Sometimes he wished he didn't get everything done as fast as he did. Then he'd have something to do. Of course, if he was slow about things he'd probably lose his job.
He spun around in the chair a few times before he up to go make some coffee.
----
Sara stayed relatively calm. 'Is he actually staring at me?,' she thought, disgusted as she glanced at the suspect, who was undoubtedly staring at her.
From the other side of the two way mirror, Grissom clenched his fist to avoid letting Catherine and Nick know what he was thinking. Catherine looked at his closed fist then up at his emotionless face. She'd known him long enough to know when there was something bothering him. This was definately one of those times. She had a sudden realization. The suspect was hitting on Sara.
"Gil?," she had asked the question without voicing it, certain he would get the point.
"Nick get her out of there," he ordered. "Cath you stay here. This guy's a pig. I don't want you two around him."
Catherine waited for Nick to clear the room.
"Or is it because he's hitting on her?"
"You know I'd be the same way with you," he reasoned. "I'm looking out for my team."
----
Nick knocked and entered the interrogation room.
"Sara, Grissom wants you out of here," he drawled. "I'll take it from here."
So he wanted her out, huh? She didn't want him playing the protector with her. It just confused her more. She opened the door to the observation room, not suprised to find Grissom and Catherine there.
"What, am I five?," she accused, staring at Grissom. Why won't you let me handle myself?"
"You were handling yourself nicely," he remarked, glancing at Catherine who had a stern look on her face. "I just didn't want you in the middle of anything that may have occurred in there."
Almost as if on que, Glen lunged at Brass, gripping his throat. Nick and two officers pryed him away. It looked to Catherine and Sara as if he'd said something to Brass. When Brass got off the floor, he looked toward the mirror, then back at the suspect.
"We won't have to worry about that, Mr. Albright," Brass said in a very monotone voice, his face still white. "You're going to be lucky if you see the light of day ever again."
"Who says I'm the one who's gonna do it?," Glen replied in a cool composed manner. Nick looked at Brass expecting him to let him know what was going on. Brass glanced toward the mirror again. He hoped Grissom had caught what Glen had said.
Grissom stared blankly through the mirror. He'd gotten exceptionally good at reading lips and he wasn't too thrilled with what he had seen. Watching Sara? That would mean that Sara was in danger the whole time and he never knew it. He looked at her. She seemed less than amused with his protective side.
Glen was cuffed and led out of the room. Brass met up with Grissom in the hall. They waited till Catherine and Sara were out of earshot.
"You hear him Gil?," Brass asked.
"Didn't have to," he pointed at his ears. "When you start losing your hearing, reading lips is one of the first things you master."
Brass nodded and glanced down the hall ti where Sara and Nick were talking.
"If he has a partner after Sara, Mobley will put Ecklie on it," Brass remarked. Grissom shot him a look.
"Conrad Ecklie won't get the chance," he growled. "I'd find her before he finds his first piece of evidence."
Brass nodded. He knew that Grissom really shouldn't go against his supervisor, and Sherriff Brian Mobley would be sure to act on it, but he also understood where Grissom stood on this topic. Whether he'd admit it or not, he loved Sara.