"Grissom" Grissom said tiredly as he picked up his phone. Hearing a reply, he woke up slightly and listened. "Really…." He said, pensive. He nodded and uh-huh'd and hung up.
Sara was in the break room, buried in files. Grissom entered, looked around, left, then returned. Sara looked up, annoyed at his distractive entrance. Grissom looked indecisive and looked around again, and stopped as if to tell his mind to pause for a moment so he could catch up on whatever he was thinking about.
"What…. Are you doing?" Sara asked, impatient. Grissom looked over, surprised, as if he hadn't seen her.
"I'm looking for….. she isn't here…. Have you seen Catherine?" Grissom asked very absently. He just realised what Sara was doing. "What are those?" He asked, pointing at the files.
"Oh, the seven hundred and some…. People who own a dark blue van and who don't have rap sheets….." Sara said matter-of-factly and as if it were really more fascinating than it appeared. "Oh, um… Catherine…." She remembered as Grissom turned to leave. "She got a 9-1-1 from Brass. A patrol car spotted the van outside a warehouse downtown, Warrick and Greg went with. There was apparently a potential crime scene." She said. Sensing his next question, she continued. "They let me stay and do a bit of light reading. And…. You were…. Where? Anyways… they were looking for you, but it was important, so…. They had to go." Sara informed him. Grissom left.
Nobody could find him! He felt very sneaky. He wouldn't let himself think about what he knew. Like, if he thought about it, someone would read his mind and for now this was between him and the surveillance tape.
Lindsey and Danielle met Mike at school and walked over the hill to the soccer field where the parents were illuminated on the bleachers by the super-bright fluorescent lights. It was dark. Dark and windy. They couldn't see much except the soccer field, and they tripped on roots one after another. As the trio got to the white lime line, Mike left with a good luck from the girls, and Lindsey sat on the edge of the far bleachers with Danielle. It was less windy there because the far corner of the school sheltered the blustery unseen monster. It was funny, most of the parents clustered near the concession. They had the spot to themselves.