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I Forgot To Tell You Chapter Three
Author's notes: OK, so I wrote this chapter while in my tent, so very sunburnt. I was listening to Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing" and so I am very sure that I owe her this entire fan fic. Let's all bless her brilliance. Thanks: Allison, you totally rock and make me laugh so hard and smile everyday. Bless you. :) Tash, you're a great beta and a funky friend, an all around "nice girl". Thanks for all your help! Z-Heidi, thank you so much for helping me with this chapter and all the other betaing stuff you've done in the past. You're such an awesome Zamboni Lover! Thanks for the "domestic violence" comment. And thanks for serenading me with Sponge Bob Square Pants and Veggie Tales quotes! Megster(oonibooni), thank you soo much for being such an awesome beta and an even more awesome friend. You totally rule, girl! I don't know where I'd be without you! Last, but not least, thanks to *coughs* (in alphabetical order) Amber, Andi, Devanie and Laura for the "corn chips", "Grank", "pizza arriving at 9:22", "squid legs.. a.k.a running to LA to beat Laura" and "android" chats. You guys rule at making me laugh my butt off.
"Sara?" Her back was turned from the doorway at which he stood and called her name. She didn't move to change position, not even when he began to move closer to her. "Sara?"
He was standing so close to her she could feel his breath on the exposed skin of her neck. His hand grasped the back of her chair as he leaned forward and whispered, "Are you asleep?"
She turned slowly to acknowledge his existence and with a quick glance took in his appearance. Blue t-shirt, black pants. "Hey Grissom." The lightness in her voice came out sounding fake and forced, and she winced.
"Hey." His voice shook with an unrecognizable emotion while his eyes told her he knew something was the matter. "What's wrong?" He seemed almost afraid to ask.
"Nothing. Just lost in thought." He nodded, a frown still creasing his brow. "What have you found?" She could tell by the expression on his face that something really good or really bad had happened with the case.
He gestured for her to follow him as he walked out of the break room. "I searched for Michelle on the system. She's a model citizen except for a couple of traffic tickets. There is one interesting fact about her that I found out, though." They were standing by the computer now, and Grissom had sat down on the chair in front of it and had begun to type.
"Which would be?" Sara leaned forward far enough that her shoulder rubbed against his cheek, which in turn caused shivers to run up her spine. She eyed the computer screen suspiciously. He turned to face her, his eyes searching her face frantically for something.
Smiling, he breathed, "She's married." An eyebrow raising from Sara prompted him to continue. "A Harry Lot. He's probably one of the Police Force's greatest enemies. He's been arrested several times for robbery, drunk driving and.." Grissom's features changed from interest to angry irritation. "Domestic violence."
Sara ducked her head, brushing the top of it against the edge of his shoulder. "He beats her?"
"Apparently." He turned back to the computer, sighing. "And guess where he works?" Sara only shrugged, the tears tickling the corners of her eyes. Grissom saw the pain in her face and groaned inwardly. "He writes the sports section of the newspaper that Michelle works for." A few clicks of the mouse and he read on. "He's been employed at the newspaper for five years now."
Sara sighed. "We're going to have to meet with this guy." Grissom nodded.
"We will. Tomorrow. Right now I suggest you go home and get some rest." His eyes told her how worried he really was, so she complied and turned toward the door. Her easy agreement only troubled him more. Sara hardly ever just left work, but when she did, something was really bothering her. Grissom knew this, and wondered what it was she was keeping from him.
As Sara made her way down the hall and out into the parking lot, her mind wandered and landed on the memory that had taken her attention before.
*******
It was only halfway through the term, but already Sara was in love with entomology. She listened carefully every class while Dr. Grissom explained the effects of insects on this world, took notes, and asked questions as much as she possibly could.
Michelle, a blue-eyed black-haired twenty year-old, was younger than Sara and much less interested in bugs. She preferred to spend her time staring at the teacher and flirting with boys in her classes, activities that mostly made Sara roll her eyes and sigh.
"Dr. Grissom?" Sara walked up to the older man after class like she did every day and waited for him to acknowledge her presence with his usual half smile.
He looked up, smirked, and asked her what he could do for her. A million suggestions ran through her mind, but she shook her head free of them, blushing a bit at her mind's forwardness. "I was wondering about page 32."
He nodded. "I thought that might be why you were here." He leaned forward to point to some text and the smell of his aftershave assaulted her. The door suddenly burst open and knocked her out of her reverie. There stood the school dean.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Grissom, but we've got that lecture in five minutes..." Grissom nodded, waited for the dean to leave, and turned back to his pupil.
"We'll have to continue this later. Come to my office around four." He started to leave, then stopped, seeming to think of something. "And don't bother knocking. I never seem to hear."
*******
"The coroner's log says that Leah Denker was stabbed three times in the abdomen and once in the heart, which was the cause of death. It also says that no fibers, hairs or DNA were found on the body. Grissom and Sara didn't find anything like that at the crime scene, either." Nick threw his hands up in the air and sighed, staring at Catherine in frustration. "We're at a dead end."
Catherine shook her head. "Not exactly. Gris and Sara are meeting the suspect's husband tomorrow. He worked with Leah and has a criminal record."
"It's so obvious that Michelle did it. I mean, she looks guilty, the evidence is basically saying she's guilty." He hesitated for a second before turning so their faces were inches apart, his eyes wide. "She's guilty."
Catherine rose an eyebrow and moved away from him. "Don't jump the gun, Nicky." She brushed a hair from her eyes. "I know what you're implying, but they would never do that. Partiality is not an option in this profession. They both know that, especially Grissom. If Michelle is guilty, she will be convicted, best friend, former student, or not."
Embarrassed, Nick's cheeks blushed slightly before he rose his head in defiance. "That's not what I was implying." Catherine rolled her eyes and started down the hall toward the parking lot.
"Shift's over, Nicky. Take a load off." He sighed and crossed his arms, watching her back as she moved farther away from him.
Grissom dropped his keys on the shelf beside his door as he entered his townhouse. For the first time since before he could remember, the interior of his home seemed, to him, cold and empty. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen and took an aspirin to ease his pounding head. He then dropped himself on his sofa and prepared for a long, somewhat satisfying nap.
The phone rang, breaking his slumber. He reached for the receiver, rubbing his temples and frowning, wondering who could be calling at this hour. "Grissom," he greeted solemnly, and listened carefully to the heavy breathing on the other end of the line.
"Hey, it's Sara. Sorry for calling so late or-" she hesitated, "...or so early, but I really need someone to talk to and you were the only one I could think of who would be awake." She sounded upset and was. Tears were streaming down her face, tears Grissom couldn't see, but could hear and feel.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? What's happened?" Suddenly he was wide awake and reaching for his jacket just in case, but her words calmed him down a little.
"Nothing's happened. Don't freak out." He sighed, leaning back against the sofa. "It's just... I was just thinking about Michelle. And how her husband beat her. And how she didn't even tell us she had a husband, or a little baby girl."
"She has a child?" He could hear her nod.
"I checked her out some more on the internet. All I did was search for her name and her homepage popped up. She's got pictures up and stuff." The tears broke free again, and he could hear her sobs painfully well. "She seems so happy."
"But she's not." He sighed, rubbing his forehead some more. "Is that what's bothering you?"
She didn't answer. "She could have been this unhappy all through college and I wouldn't have even known it. She puts up a very good facade, Grissom." A shaky breath of air flowed through the telephone. "A very, very good facade."
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I Forgot To Tell You Chapter Three
Author's notes: OK, so I wrote this chapter while in my tent, so very sunburnt. I was listening to Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing" and so I am very sure that I owe her this entire fan fic. Let's all bless her brilliance. Thanks: Allison, you totally rock and make me laugh so hard and smile everyday. Bless you. :) Tash, you're a great beta and a funky friend, an all around "nice girl". Thanks for all your help! Z-Heidi, thank you so much for helping me with this chapter and all the other betaing stuff you've done in the past. You're such an awesome Zamboni Lover! Thanks for the "domestic violence" comment. And thanks for serenading me with Sponge Bob Square Pants and Veggie Tales quotes! Megster(oonibooni), thank you soo much for being such an awesome beta and an even more awesome friend. You totally rule, girl! I don't know where I'd be without you! Last, but not least, thanks to *coughs* (in alphabetical order) Amber, Andi, Devanie and Laura for the "corn chips", "Grank", "pizza arriving at 9:22", "squid legs.. a.k.a running to LA to beat Laura" and "android" chats. You guys rule at making me laugh my butt off.
"Sara?" Her back was turned from the doorway at which he stood and called her name. She didn't move to change position, not even when he began to move closer to her. "Sara?"
He was standing so close to her she could feel his breath on the exposed skin of her neck. His hand grasped the back of her chair as he leaned forward and whispered, "Are you asleep?"
She turned slowly to acknowledge his existence and with a quick glance took in his appearance. Blue t-shirt, black pants. "Hey Grissom." The lightness in her voice came out sounding fake and forced, and she winced.
"Hey." His voice shook with an unrecognizable emotion while his eyes told her he knew something was the matter. "What's wrong?" He seemed almost afraid to ask.
"Nothing. Just lost in thought." He nodded, a frown still creasing his brow. "What have you found?" She could tell by the expression on his face that something really good or really bad had happened with the case.
He gestured for her to follow him as he walked out of the break room. "I searched for Michelle on the system. She's a model citizen except for a couple of traffic tickets. There is one interesting fact about her that I found out, though." They were standing by the computer now, and Grissom had sat down on the chair in front of it and had begun to type.
"Which would be?" Sara leaned forward far enough that her shoulder rubbed against his cheek, which in turn caused shivers to run up her spine. She eyed the computer screen suspiciously. He turned to face her, his eyes searching her face frantically for something.
Smiling, he breathed, "She's married." An eyebrow raising from Sara prompted him to continue. "A Harry Lot. He's probably one of the Police Force's greatest enemies. He's been arrested several times for robbery, drunk driving and.." Grissom's features changed from interest to angry irritation. "Domestic violence."
Sara ducked her head, brushing the top of it against the edge of his shoulder. "He beats her?"
"Apparently." He turned back to the computer, sighing. "And guess where he works?" Sara only shrugged, the tears tickling the corners of her eyes. Grissom saw the pain in her face and groaned inwardly. "He writes the sports section of the newspaper that Michelle works for." A few clicks of the mouse and he read on. "He's been employed at the newspaper for five years now."
Sara sighed. "We're going to have to meet with this guy." Grissom nodded.
"We will. Tomorrow. Right now I suggest you go home and get some rest." His eyes told her how worried he really was, so she complied and turned toward the door. Her easy agreement only troubled him more. Sara hardly ever just left work, but when she did, something was really bothering her. Grissom knew this, and wondered what it was she was keeping from him.
As Sara made her way down the hall and out into the parking lot, her mind wandered and landed on the memory that had taken her attention before.
*******
It was only halfway through the term, but already Sara was in love with entomology. She listened carefully every class while Dr. Grissom explained the effects of insects on this world, took notes, and asked questions as much as she possibly could.
Michelle, a blue-eyed black-haired twenty year-old, was younger than Sara and much less interested in bugs. She preferred to spend her time staring at the teacher and flirting with boys in her classes, activities that mostly made Sara roll her eyes and sigh.
"Dr. Grissom?" Sara walked up to the older man after class like she did every day and waited for him to acknowledge her presence with his usual half smile.
He looked up, smirked, and asked her what he could do for her. A million suggestions ran through her mind, but she shook her head free of them, blushing a bit at her mind's forwardness. "I was wondering about page 32."
He nodded. "I thought that might be why you were here." He leaned forward to point to some text and the smell of his aftershave assaulted her. The door suddenly burst open and knocked her out of her reverie. There stood the school dean.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Grissom, but we've got that lecture in five minutes..." Grissom nodded, waited for the dean to leave, and turned back to his pupil.
"We'll have to continue this later. Come to my office around four." He started to leave, then stopped, seeming to think of something. "And don't bother knocking. I never seem to hear."
*******
"The coroner's log says that Leah Denker was stabbed three times in the abdomen and once in the heart, which was the cause of death. It also says that no fibers, hairs or DNA were found on the body. Grissom and Sara didn't find anything like that at the crime scene, either." Nick threw his hands up in the air and sighed, staring at Catherine in frustration. "We're at a dead end."
Catherine shook her head. "Not exactly. Gris and Sara are meeting the suspect's husband tomorrow. He worked with Leah and has a criminal record."
"It's so obvious that Michelle did it. I mean, she looks guilty, the evidence is basically saying she's guilty." He hesitated for a second before turning so their faces were inches apart, his eyes wide. "She's guilty."
Catherine rose an eyebrow and moved away from him. "Don't jump the gun, Nicky." She brushed a hair from her eyes. "I know what you're implying, but they would never do that. Partiality is not an option in this profession. They both know that, especially Grissom. If Michelle is guilty, she will be convicted, best friend, former student, or not."
Embarrassed, Nick's cheeks blushed slightly before he rose his head in defiance. "That's not what I was implying." Catherine rolled her eyes and started down the hall toward the parking lot.
"Shift's over, Nicky. Take a load off." He sighed and crossed his arms, watching her back as she moved farther away from him.
Grissom dropped his keys on the shelf beside his door as he entered his townhouse. For the first time since before he could remember, the interior of his home seemed, to him, cold and empty. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen and took an aspirin to ease his pounding head. He then dropped himself on his sofa and prepared for a long, somewhat satisfying nap.
The phone rang, breaking his slumber. He reached for the receiver, rubbing his temples and frowning, wondering who could be calling at this hour. "Grissom," he greeted solemnly, and listened carefully to the heavy breathing on the other end of the line.
"Hey, it's Sara. Sorry for calling so late or-" she hesitated, "...or so early, but I really need someone to talk to and you were the only one I could think of who would be awake." She sounded upset and was. Tears were streaming down her face, tears Grissom couldn't see, but could hear and feel.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? What's happened?" Suddenly he was wide awake and reaching for his jacket just in case, but her words calmed him down a little.
"Nothing's happened. Don't freak out." He sighed, leaning back against the sofa. "It's just... I was just thinking about Michelle. And how her husband beat her. And how she didn't even tell us she had a husband, or a little baby girl."
"She has a child?" He could hear her nod.
"I checked her out some more on the internet. All I did was search for her name and her homepage popped up. She's got pictures up and stuff." The tears broke free again, and he could hear her sobs painfully well. "She seems so happy."
"But she's not." He sighed, rubbing his forehead some more. "Is that what's bothering you?"
She didn't answer. "She could have been this unhappy all through college and I wouldn't have even known it. She puts up a very good facade, Grissom." A shaky breath of air flowed through the telephone. "A very, very good facade."
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