Okay this is my 3rd chapter if it doesn't get put in right this time will someone please email me and let me know what to do? Thanks!
The Suspension – Day One 'The Breakfast Club'
Greg walked through the opened door and took a quick glimpse around. As he entered Sara's apartment his eyes circled to take in his surroundings. "Nice…the colors, everything is so you!"
"Well," Sara smiled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment," she closed the door behind Greg and looked awkwardly towards her bedroom.
"You made me breakfast!" Greg put the case files on the table. Sara removed her jacket from the back of the chair and was about to lay it on the couch when Greg asked, "Or is this for you and Grissom?"
"Grissom?"
"Yeah, where is he? I saw his car parked next to yours when I drove up." Greg looked at the light that was still blinking on Sara's answering machine. "You did listen to my message didn't you?
"Yes Greg, I did." Sara said quickly. "Grissom is in the bathroom washing up. "I, I was just getting ready to fix the last crepe when you knocked." Sara said as she walked to her bedroom. "Just let me put my jacket away.
Greg smiled and sat down at the table. When she opened her bedroom door Sara saw Grissom sitting on her unmade bed, flipping through the pages of the book of bugs that he had given her a few Christmas' ago. He looked up startled, evidently he had not paid attention to Sara speaking as she walked down the hall.
"He saw your car. Give me a few minutes and go flush the toilet. Leave the bathroom door open, so he can hear it." Grissom looked surprised. "I told him you were in the bathroom." She tossed her jacket on the bed and left the door cracked as she walked to the kitchen. Sara put a pat of butter in the frying pan and turned on the eye of the stove, melting the butter and swirling it around to coat the pan. "So let me get this straight Greg, while I'm on suspension you are handling a case by yourself? Sara scraped the bowl of the last of the crepe mixture and poured it into the pan.
"Oh yeah," Greg leaned back in the chair, "Greg's flying solo." They heard the toilet flush and water run from the sink. Greg looked around to see Grissom coming out of the bathroom. He sat upright in the chair as if his father had just scolded him.
Grissom nodded his hello at Greg and turned his attention to what was going on at the stove. Sara was painstakingly turning the crepe so it could finish cooking on the other side, just as she had seen him do earlier. "Damn" he heard her whisper under her breath. The crepe had torn as she flipped it over. Grissom reached for a plate and waited as the crepe sautéed on the other side. He stood close to her and held the plate close under the pan as Sara slid the slightly misshapen crepe onto it. Sara put the last of the fruit mixture on one side and carefully folded the other side over it. Grissom stood so close to her he thought Sara could hear his heart pound; he took the food and sat down across from Greg.
"I'll eat that… you take the good one," she said to him.
Grissom grabbed a fork and eagerly cut into the crepe that Sara had cooked and began eating. He pointed to the untouched crepe on the table. "You better eat," Grissom said between bites, "your food's getting cold."
"This is good Sara," Greg said. "I never knew you could cook."
With each bite he ate, Grissom thought of Sara and how she had put so much care into making it; and with each bite he swallowed he felt… love. "He's right Sara," Grissom said motioning with his fork to his own plate of food, "You did a wonderful job with this."
Sara almost blushed as she started eating her breakfast. After they ate for a while she asked, "So Greg, you said you were going solo huh?"
"Yeah," Greg picked up his folder and took out some papers which he handed to Sara. "Grissom and Sophia are working together on another case, and I have this one."
Sara could feel her soul shatter. "What?" She looked at Grissom with questioning eyes. "Why does the smartest CSI, the head of our team need help from a seasoned CSI and leave a novice to work alone on a case?"
Gil Grissom didn't like it when any of his CSI's questioned the way he handed out assignments, especially when Sara Sidle did it. And Sara knew this, and so did Greg. "All three of us were working on the first case, Sara. Then a few hours later a snatch and grab came along in which the perp ended up wounded and at the downtown clinic." Grissom turned to Greg and with a harsh voice said, "I gave you this case Greg because all you had to do was go over the crime scene and then go to the clinic to interview the guy. Why that is so difficult for you, I just don't understand!"
"There's something different about this crime scene and I did the walk-through and it's off… and the guy in the clinic is just a kid." Greg said.
"And kids can't commit crimes Greg. Is that what you're saying?" Grissom's disappointment in his newest CSI was evident.
Sara, who had began looking through the pictures of the crime scene, piped in. "Maybe what he's saying is this looks too sophisticated for a young kid, almost as if it were kind of staged." She passed the pictures to Grissom. "Greg, how old is the kid?" Sara asked.
"I'd say about 15 or 16."
"Facts Greg, that's what we deal in," said Grissom.
"We deal in the evidence Grissom; you've drilled that into our heads." Sara said with an increasingly irritated tone, "We can't get to the evidence if the crime scene is tainted."
"Excuse me but are you getting angry with me because Greg has to work this case alone? If I remember correctly, he is the one who wanted to become a CSI. And all of my CSI's better be able to handle working alone on a case from time to time."
"Does that include Sophia, or is she exempt?" Sara asked as she watched Grissom take his empty plate and Greg's plate and place them in the sink.
Grissom glared at her for a second then leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. "Okay Greg, Sara seems to want to help you. So let's take a closer look at those pictures."
Greg placed the pictures on the table as Sara continued eating. "You know, Grissom, if you're tired Sara and I can do this."
"I'm fine Greg." Grissom said as he came to the table and leaned over the photos.
Greg looked curiously from Grissom to Sara. He was about to mention that Grissom was beginning to look a little tired but there was a knock at the door that interrupted him. Sara took her last bite of crepe and went to look through the peephole, she smiled. "Well this morning just keeps getting better and better." She said. Hugs were in store for both Nick and Warrick after Sara let them in.
TBC
