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A/N –As always many thanks to all those who reviewed, it means a lot and is much appreciated. So sorry for the long time btwn postings. Real world, writer's block, the first draft SUCKED big time, it's still somewhat Blahh! and short. Wow do I know how to sell my stuff or what! LOL Anyway here it is. Hope you like it anyway.
The B and E with suspected homicide turned out to be a home owner using justifiable force in protecting his property. It hadn't been the most taxing of days, but Greg was still happy to be on his way home.
On impulse, he headed towards Sara's home. He was curious to know what she'd done with her day off.
Pulling into the parking area of her apartment complex, he sat for a few minutes debating on how pleased or pissed she'd be for him to showing up. Deciding to err on the side of caution he pulled his cell from his pocket and punched in her number. After three rings her simple message informed him she wasn't able to answer the phone, but would be happy to call back later if a phone number was left.
He was on the verge of doing just that, but instead flipped the phone shut. Her car was in its lot, and the blinds were drawn. She had to be home.
Getting out of his car he continued debating whether it was a good idea for him to be doing this right up until he started knocking on her door. After a few minutes with still no answer he took his cell out again and punched in her cell number.
She answered after a few rings. "Sidle. Hey Greg."
"Hey yourself, where are you?"
"Why're you checking up on me?"
"No I just thought I'd drop by your place after work for breakfast or something only to find you're not here, even though your car's here and your blinds are drawn. Where are you?" he asked again.
"Grissom called, and had a police cruiser pick me up on the way to the crime scene."
Incredulous he asked, "You're working?"
"Yeah, like I just explained, Grissom called and said he was short staffed, and needed someone to process this scene."
Greg sighed in frustration as he made his way back to his car. "I told him that you wouldn't be available."
"Yeah, he said something about hoping he wasn't interrupting a 'woman's' appointment. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, so he asked me to come in. I said it'd be okay."
Greg's voice filled with disappointment. "Oh yeah, I said that you had a doctor's appointment which is why he asked the question. I told him that cause I wanted you to actually use your day off." His irritation was clear as he said, "I can't believe he'd do that. I told him you weren't available to come in. Why didn't you tell him to go jump?"
"Greg, he's my boss. He needed me and I wasn't doing anything."
Starting his car he replied, "Except taking a well deserved day off. You work too much as it is, and you let him take advantage of the fact that you have a thing for him, and you'd do anything to please him." The second after he'd spoken he knew he'd gone too far.
"Ahh Greg, it's none of your business and I have to get back to work. If I'm not pissed of anymore, I'll talk to you later."
Greg let his head fall against his steering wheel. It was so hard to get through to her that Grissom, although interested wasn't going to do anything about it, other than exploit the fact that she was crushing on him, to make her do whatever he wanted her to do. He drove home and tried not to think about how very pissed at Grissom he was.
Sara on the other hand looked at her cell-phone with disgust. She was pissed at Greg for assuming she needed help deflecting Grissom and she was pissed at Grissom for once again assuming, albeit correctly, that she'd be free whenever he called.
She finished off the scene in as short a time as possible before having the officer who'd driven her to the scene drop her off at the CSI lab. Once she'd dropped off the evidence at lock-up and getting the chain of evidence paper signed, she went to Grissom's office.
He sat at his desk, almost hidden behind a mountain of paperwork. Looking up he gave a small smile when he saw Sara at his door. One look at her expression and his smile vanished.
Without preamble she asked, "Why'd you call me to come in when Greg said that I'd be unavailable?"
He slipped his glasses off and laid them on his desk. "Because I really needed an extra person in and I was hopeful that I'd given you enough time for you to be done with your appointment, and that you'd be nice enough to come in although I know you, more than anyone, other than maybe myself needs a day off. I'm very grateful for you for coming in, and I apologize for being so presumptuous in thinking that'd you'd drop everything to come in. I'll try not to let it happen again."
Sara stared at him for a full two minutes, and Grissom became somewhat unnerved at her steady gaze.
"What?" he finally asked.
Shaking her head she said, "Nothing. Thanks for the apology. It's accepted. Shift's over. Wanna have breakfast?"
It was Grissom's turn to sharpen his gaze. Sara held up her hands in surrender. "Nothing meant by it. Just two co-workers having breakfast together."
Sighing and wishing more than anything that the pile of paperwork was gone Grissom said, "Believe me when I say I wish I could. But I've GOT to get this paperwork finished before I can even think of leaving for the day."
Sara nodded, Greg's voice haunting her. You let him take advantage of the fact that you have a thing for him, and you'd do anything to please him.
She shook her head to get rid of Greg's voice of truth. "Sure okay. See later at shift tonight."
Grissom nodded and buried his head back into his paperwork.
Leaving the building, Sara couldn't help herself, as she went to the nearest Starbucks and grabbed the breakfast special which she dropped off for Grissom who was out of the office when she left the small token of affection for him.
TBC