Chapter 3Bad timing Mr. Grissom!
AN: thank you soooooooooo much for your reviews, they really make me happy when I read them. This isn't a very long chapter but I have already started writing chapter 4 so that should be up soon. If it gets to the point of the story rambling then someone please review and tell me so that I can end it! Anyway…I'LL stop rambling now a get on with the story!
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one way, or another,
I'm gonna find ya,
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha
One way…
Sara and Greg broke the kiss and Sara, cursing under her breath, answered her cell phone (slightly embarrassed that Greg had heard her Blondie ringtone) Greg was stunned from the fact that he had just kissed Sara Sidle but still looked slightly upset that the damn cell phone had started ringing.
"Hello?" Sara answered trying her hardest not to sound angry and annoyed.
"Sara, It's Grissom. I need you to come and work a 419 found in a car park near the strip. Brass will meet you there…" and he hung up straight after he told Sara the location. Why did he have to ask her. It was her night off and he didn't even sound slightly sorry. She didn't get it. He tells her to go and get a life and to stop pining after him but how is she supposed to get a life if he keeps phoning her, telling her to go to work when she's out getting one. She was boiling with anger as she turned around but when she looked at Greg her entire disposition and demeanour changed - she felt hate instead - she hated Grissom for this!
"Greg, that was Grissom…" she said in a voice of forced calmness, "I need to go to a homicide off the strip…..apparently he doesn't care what I'm doing as long as when he says jump I say how high…..I'm really sorry"
What she saw next broke her heart. Greg looked up and instead of seeing his puppy dog eyes, she saw hut! She couldn't stand it. She felt as though she was yelling at a kitten for playing with a ball of string. The Grissom Hat Scale was working over time and she vowed on thinking of 100 ways to kill and/or cause him pain……preferably both. She was already on 12!
"That's ok. I'll just stay here with Nick" Greg said, trying to avoid her eyes. She new full well that it wasn't ok. Because she didn't think it was "ok" either. "I'll see you….soon"
"ok…bye" Sara couldn't think of anything else to say so with that she left a morose Greg and a made-over Nick alone.
When she got outside she realised she had no way to get there. She reluctantly reached into her pocket and grabbed her cell phone. While she was dialling Brass' number all she could think about was Greg and another two ways to kill or hurt Grissom. One of them involved going into his office with Bug spray and then spraying the bug spray over all his little creepy-crawley friends and another one involved asking Doc Robbins if she could borrow some of his autopsy equipment…specifically the bone saw and scalpel.
"Brass" The captain finally answered.
"Hey, can you come and pick me up? My car is quite close but I wasn't expecting to be called in so I've had a couple of drinks…"
"Sure this guys not going anywhere…" Sara could only assume he was talking about the body…"Where are you?"
She told him to pick her up at the crime lab (which was luckily within walking distance) so she quickly jogged/ran/walked quickly there so she could pick up her kit to go to her crime scene with.
Sara Hated Grissom
Sara was thinking of ways to commit murder
Why did Grisom have to kill her?
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Sorry it's soo short but in my defence it did look longer when I wrote it out by hand….I guess that goes to prove how messy my handwriting really is…as I said…or wrote….I have started writing chapter 4 so it hopefully won't take me tooo long to update……please review and if you have any ideas feel free to tell me them…Maybe Grissom did have a reason for calling Sara?