Sweet Anger Chapter Six
"Hey Macy, have you seen Grissom?"
"The last time I saw him, he was in his office. What's up?"
"Oh nothing much. I'm gonna try and convince him to let me work a case with the day shift."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. We a case a couple of years ago….It was a big case, but we couldn't get a conviction."
"But you think you can now?"
"I'll do my best."
"Well, good luck."
"Thanks. I'm going to need it. If you see Grissom, tell him I'm looking for him."
"No problem. Hey! What are you doing after shift?"
"Working."
"Do you ever go home?"
"No, I just pinch a tent in the layout room."
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"Where's Sara?" Grissom asked everyone.
"She didn't find you earlier?"
"No."
"Oh. Well a few hours ago, she was looking for you. She said something about working a case for days."
"What case?"
"She didn't say. Something about a big case from a few years back that you guys couldn't get a conviction on. She seemed pretty certain she would get one this time around."
"I bet it's the Connelly case," Catherine pointed out.
"Which is?"
"I'm surprised you haven't hear yet."
"I don't listen to everyone else, Catherine."
"Well, maybe you should start. Vincent Lurie is the suspect in the Connelly case."
"WHAT?"
"I'm certain you heard me."
"Who's the lead?"
"If I know Sara…"
"Fucking A. Catherine, take over here," Grissom said, already heading for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"He's going to get his girl," Macy threw out, stopping Grissom in his tracks.
"No, I'm going to kill your father."
"Hey! Let me know if you need any help!" She yelled after him.
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"Grissom! Where have you been?"
He finally found her in the layout room, buried in a pile of paperwork and case files. There were photographs spread out amongst the papers.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I looked for you everywhere."
"That's what Macy said."
'Uh-oh,' she thought, ' He's pissed.'
"So what did you need?"
She knew exactly what he was asking. He was going to be happy about what she was going to tell him, especially if he heard it from Ecklie first.
"You said you looked for me everywhere. What. Did. You. Need?"
"Oh, I ughm….wondered if you would mind it I…worked a case with days?"
"What case?"
"Nothing important. I don't have a lot of overtime. I checked with the director. He said he didn't care if you didn't."
"Oh did he now?"
"You've already talked to him. You should know."
"Oh yes, I talked to him. And I do care if you work the Connelly case. You are on night shift, not days."
"Grissom-"
"It's not negotiable, Sara."
"The sheriff agreed that I should work it. He gave me the lead."
"You went over my head?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"And you didn't think I would care?"
"I thought you wanted this guy as badly as I do. That's what I thought."
"So you're a one man posse now?"
"Grissom, he killed Debbie Marlin and her boyfriend. You know that as well as I do. He killed Michelle Connelly too."
"You can't be certain of that already."
"The evidence doesn't lie, remember?"
"Don't you dare use my words against me."
"I'm working the case, regardless."
"I'll fight you all the way."
"You know what I think, Grissom? I think you jealous that it's going to be that brings him down, and not you. What's wrong? Am I raining on your parade?"
"You're too close to this."
"And you're not? Don't be a hypocrite, Gil. It's my case, and I'm going to nail him. Get pissed off. I don't give a shit."
"You have seen what he does to women-"
"You aren't going to scare me."
"I'm not trying too. He's a smart man. He got by last time, and more than likely, he'll get by again. Don't feel bad when you lose him."
"I won't lose him."
"We'll see," he said, turning around and walking towards the door.
"Hey Grissom?"
"What?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"If I feel like I'm losing him, I won't be stupid enough to let it get to me. I won't pour my heart out to him, like I heard some people might have done."
She was only saying it to hurt him. She only wanted to have the last word. He came very close to her, his face a mere inch away.
"Try lying to him. That's what I did."
"Fuck you, Grissom."
"Been there. Done that. No thanks."