I Forgot To Tell You
Chapter Five
Thanks: Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful and amazing betas. In alphabetical order: Allison, Amber, Meg, Tash, and Z-Heidi. I don't know where I'd be without any of you! You guys rock and make every day worth living! I love each and every one of you, and not just cause you give my fics so much character!
Notes: I don't know exactly how many chapters there's going to be in this story, but I can tell you that they're going to come a lot slower now, because I've started school and am really busy with homework and stuff. But I promise to finish it.
Disclaimers: Blah, blah, blah. Pffftttt!
Sara arrived at work the next day with a knot in her stomach. The more steps she took and the farther she got into the lab, the larger it grew. She had been cautious that morning to ensure her outfit was as unflattering as possible, so when she saw Grissom's eyebrows raise as she hung her coat up in her locker, she wasn't surprised.
"Sara, you look..." He trailed off, his eyes sweeping up and down her form, searching for the right word.
"Hideous?" she suggested, slamming her locker shut and turning to face him. His forehead crinkled.
"No, I was going to say great. That sweater matches your eyes."
She took a step backwards and tried not to let the shock show on her face. "Thanks..." she stuttered, smoothing her hair down with her left hand.
"Any reason you're dressed for winter in the middle of August?" he asked, smirking a little when she scowled.
"No." She turned on her heel, but stopped when he began to speak in a slow voice.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that we're interrogating Harry Lot tonight, would it?"
She faced him again, her eyes watching his in an attempt to read his thoughts. His eyebrows were raised, his mouth betraying the tiniest hint of both worry and a smile. Sara looked down at her shoes, thankful she was used to his unnerving stare. Yes, it would." She could never lie to him. She had tried, but she had found out early on it was nearly impossible. "He freaks me out. Makes me uncomfortable."
"Sara, you've never even met him," he reasoned, putting a hand on the heavy cotton of her sweatshirt where it covered her arm.
"I don't have to, Grissom." Her eyes met his face again, and for a brief second she could have sworn she saw something new in his eyes that she had never seen there before.
He nodded, took a step towards the door and said, "All right. We should get going." She forced a fake smile. "He's waiting."
"Oh. Okay." She looped her arm through his, wanting to be protected in some way but not knowing why, and chided herself for being so nervous.
"Sara..." He stopped walking and turned to face her. "He can't hurt you, you know." He wanted to say something more, something like 'because I'm here', but the words caught in his throat when she threw him a dazzling smile and leaned closer to him.
She knew what he was trying to say. That he wouldn't let anything happen to her when it was in his control, and the thought made her grin. "I know, Grissom," she said, purposely moving her mouth closer to his neck. "I know."
*******
Sara was aware that she wasn't getting anywhere with Dr. Grissom. Either she was worse than she thought at sending out signals or the man was completely blind. To preserve her dignity she chose to go with the latter and opted to make her flirtations more obvious.
"Maybe he realizes that I'm interested but doesn't want to get involved with a student..." she thought to herself one day in her dorm room, working on some entomology homework. Michelle had gone out to get a bite to eat for an early dinner about two hours ago but hadn't come back.
Before she could think too much about it, Sara grabbed her textbook and walked out to her car. Heart thumping, she drove over to the building. She walked down the hallway until she reached the door that had his name on it. His office. She put a hand on the doorknob and began to muster the strength to turn it...
*****
The interrogation was exactly what Sara expected. Harry Lot was a shifty, loud-voiced man with skin darkened by the Nevada sun and eyes that dared you not to believe what he told you.
Sara took the dare. She didn't believe a word he said. He fumbled with the collar on his jacket as he answered their questions, smiling devilishly when Brass growled, "Cut the crap, Lot, and tell us the truth."
"You've got nothing to prove that I did this," he said, pushing himself out of his chair by putting his hands on the table. "Hell, there's more evidence against Michelle then there is against me."
Sara slanted her eyes at him, and when she looked over at Grissom she saw he was doing the same. "Fine, you're free to go," he said, his expression not changing. Once Harry had left the room, he turned to Sara and said, "You think we can get a warrant to search his house?"
"I sure as hell hope so," Sara grumbled. "That guy is guilty, I just know it. And I want to be able to prove it." Grissom put a hand on her shoulder, but she stood almost instantly and walked to the door. "I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be back in an hour or so."
He watched her back as she quickly walked out of the room.
Chapter Five
Thanks: Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful and amazing betas. In alphabetical order: Allison, Amber, Meg, Tash, and Z-Heidi. I don't know where I'd be without any of you! You guys rock and make every day worth living! I love each and every one of you, and not just cause you give my fics so much character!
Notes: I don't know exactly how many chapters there's going to be in this story, but I can tell you that they're going to come a lot slower now, because I've started school and am really busy with homework and stuff. But I promise to finish it.
Disclaimers: Blah, blah, blah. Pffftttt!
Sara arrived at work the next day with a knot in her stomach. The more steps she took and the farther she got into the lab, the larger it grew. She had been cautious that morning to ensure her outfit was as unflattering as possible, so when she saw Grissom's eyebrows raise as she hung her coat up in her locker, she wasn't surprised.
"Sara, you look..." He trailed off, his eyes sweeping up and down her form, searching for the right word.
"Hideous?" she suggested, slamming her locker shut and turning to face him. His forehead crinkled.
"No, I was going to say great. That sweater matches your eyes."
She took a step backwards and tried not to let the shock show on her face. "Thanks..." she stuttered, smoothing her hair down with her left hand.
"Any reason you're dressed for winter in the middle of August?" he asked, smirking a little when she scowled.
"No." She turned on her heel, but stopped when he began to speak in a slow voice.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that we're interrogating Harry Lot tonight, would it?"
She faced him again, her eyes watching his in an attempt to read his thoughts. His eyebrows were raised, his mouth betraying the tiniest hint of both worry and a smile. Sara looked down at her shoes, thankful she was used to his unnerving stare. Yes, it would." She could never lie to him. She had tried, but she had found out early on it was nearly impossible. "He freaks me out. Makes me uncomfortable."
"Sara, you've never even met him," he reasoned, putting a hand on the heavy cotton of her sweatshirt where it covered her arm.
"I don't have to, Grissom." Her eyes met his face again, and for a brief second she could have sworn she saw something new in his eyes that she had never seen there before.
He nodded, took a step towards the door and said, "All right. We should get going." She forced a fake smile. "He's waiting."
"Oh. Okay." She looped her arm through his, wanting to be protected in some way but not knowing why, and chided herself for being so nervous.
"Sara..." He stopped walking and turned to face her. "He can't hurt you, you know." He wanted to say something more, something like 'because I'm here', but the words caught in his throat when she threw him a dazzling smile and leaned closer to him.
She knew what he was trying to say. That he wouldn't let anything happen to her when it was in his control, and the thought made her grin. "I know, Grissom," she said, purposely moving her mouth closer to his neck. "I know."
*******
Sara was aware that she wasn't getting anywhere with Dr. Grissom. Either she was worse than she thought at sending out signals or the man was completely blind. To preserve her dignity she chose to go with the latter and opted to make her flirtations more obvious.
"Maybe he realizes that I'm interested but doesn't want to get involved with a student..." she thought to herself one day in her dorm room, working on some entomology homework. Michelle had gone out to get a bite to eat for an early dinner about two hours ago but hadn't come back.
Before she could think too much about it, Sara grabbed her textbook and walked out to her car. Heart thumping, she drove over to the building. She walked down the hallway until she reached the door that had his name on it. His office. She put a hand on the doorknob and began to muster the strength to turn it...
*****
The interrogation was exactly what Sara expected. Harry Lot was a shifty, loud-voiced man with skin darkened by the Nevada sun and eyes that dared you not to believe what he told you.
Sara took the dare. She didn't believe a word he said. He fumbled with the collar on his jacket as he answered their questions, smiling devilishly when Brass growled, "Cut the crap, Lot, and tell us the truth."
"You've got nothing to prove that I did this," he said, pushing himself out of his chair by putting his hands on the table. "Hell, there's more evidence against Michelle then there is against me."
Sara slanted her eyes at him, and when she looked over at Grissom she saw he was doing the same. "Fine, you're free to go," he said, his expression not changing. Once Harry had left the room, he turned to Sara and said, "You think we can get a warrant to search his house?"
"I sure as hell hope so," Sara grumbled. "That guy is guilty, I just know it. And I want to be able to prove it." Grissom put a hand on her shoulder, but she stood almost instantly and walked to the door. "I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be back in an hour or so."
He watched her back as she quickly walked out of the room.