CHAPTER FOUR
Sara and Iris walked through the lab corridor heading toward Grissom's office in the hopes of finding out more information about the staff meeting that had omitted them.
Sara saw Jim Brass a little further down the hall. "Jim, got a minute?" she called out to him.
Brass waited for them to reach his place in the hallway. "Ladies, what's up?" The detective replied, amiably.
"You know anything about this hush-hush meeting Catherine called for the team. The two of us got left out in the cold," Sara said with arms folded and a puzzled look on her classically formed features.
"Have to plead the fifth on that. Gil's probably got the lowdown on whatever it is. I'm headed to court for now. See you later, ladies." Jim excused himself and headed on down the hall, but not before he gave a sideways wink to Iris and gently brushed her hand with his as he passed by. She responded by giving him the personal sign she'd made up for him of an upraised right hand in the letter "B" and placing it over her heart, as if in a pledge. It was done so quickly that only one who used sign language would catch its meaning.
Iris then gave herself a little fanning motion, which caused Sara to snicker accordingly.
"I never figured on you two but you seem to suit each other and I'm glad for you." Sara continued walking with Iris down the hall, but in her heart was thinking of Grissom, as always.
"I'm still wondering how too but am happier than I've ever been," Iris responded candidly.
Grissom was in his office as they stopped by his door.
"Boss man, we have a few questions for you. It's about the meeting that Iris and I missed earlier today," Sara queried.
Gil looked up, pulled off his glasses, and gestured to the seats across from his desk.