"Tonight we've got a grab bag of a case," Grissom said, handing a folder each to Greg and Sara, "literally." Then he cleared his throat. "Catherine left a message for me this afternoon, Sara."
Sara looked up from her folder; she hadn't gotten to work as early as she had wanted to, nor has she been able to get Greg pinned into a corner and question him about her sister's piece of jewelry. "And?" Sara almost knew what he was going to say already, but she seemed to need to hear it from Grissom himself.
Grissom cleared his throat again; the words seemed to be getting stuck in his throat. "It was about your sister." There was some awkward silence, and both stole glances over at Greg before looking back and having eye contact with each other. "She says Ecklie begrudgingly said his lab techs had nothing to do because she hadn't let anything get in the way of her work." Grissom tried to keep a smile from his face, and it mostly worked. "He wants to keep her in Vegas."
"I guess she was right then."
Greg's words shot through the stare of Sara and Grissom just like a knife could cut through butter. There wasn't coldness, it was normal Greg, but Grissom saw how his words affected Sara. "What do you mean, Greg?"
"Well, she said she was the best." Greg closed his folder, sighing. "How could I NOT have seen it?"
"We don't' have time to get into something personal like that right now, Greg." Grissom looked at them both. "I'll meet you two out at the Tahoe in exactly ten minutes." Then, before Greg or Sara could say anything, he turned and walked out of the break room.
Sara turned her seat towards Greg, and saw him leaning back a little, looking up at the ceiling. "Greg…" She didn't' know hoe to say it, she really didn't. How do you ask someone what happened between them and your sister? Especially when that person has hit on you? "…I saw the bracelet?"
"I got that for her when she graduated college," Greg responded, looking towards Sara, "when we went to Hawaii…" He smiled a little, more Greg-like now than he had been in the past week since Erzsébet had arrived. "I gave it to her when we got off the plane, and we went our separate ways."
"I have to ask…"
"Not ever." Greg sat up a little more straight then, and tapped his fingers on the table. "We had agreed when she graduated high school that we'd make better friends." He sighed. "If I'd only KNOWN…"
Sara looked at the clock; they had sat in silence for a couple minutes, and now they had just under five to get up and get down to the car before Grissom left without them. "You two should talk, and soon." Sara smirked, something unusual but totally appropriate. "If you don't, she's going to get married to apparently, the biggest prick in the world." Sara got up from her chair, grabbed her folder, and headed over to the door. Before she headed down the hall, she turned to Greg. "You know, you may not be my type, but you are someone's."
