anxious adjective 1 experiencing worry or unease. 2 very eager and concerned to do something.
-DERIVATIVES anxiously adverb anxiousness noun.
-ORIGIN Latin anxius, from angere 'to choke'.
Sara watched Greg from a side of the lab tech's desk. He was talking with Sofia, her, and Grissom about the case the Day shift and Graves were working on together.
Greg hadn't said anything about the relationship he and Sofia were having to her, Sara hadn't pried, but she gave him a smirk every time she caught him starring at the blonde CSI.
Sara stumbled out of out her thought's as her name was repeated loudly. Sara blinked quickly and realized that Sofia and Greg were starring at her. Grissom had apparently left suddenly. Greg glanced at Sofia, who gave him a quizzed look.
"Whacha thinkin' 'bout?" asked Greg leaning back in his chair. Sara said nothing merely cleared her throat a little too loudly and opened her file, scanning her notes before pausing.
"Didn't the vic's brother have chloroform in his medical practice?" asked Sara looking up at Sofia suddenly.
"What's what Grissom said, before he bolted. Why?" asked Greg, leaning forward and casually grabbing Sofia's sleeve, tugging at it gently, his eyes still on Sara.
"Well it's used as an anesthetic, and those cotton fiber's we found in the vic's throat, Vincent, in trace, ran them. They were soaked in chloroform. What if the brother did it for the insurance-why are you laughing at me Greg?"
"Because Griss just went through this entire speech, like I said, before he bolted." said Greg, tugging harder at Sofia's sleeve, causing her to look at him. Sara watched his features soften and a grin tug at Sofia's lips. Sara rolled her eyes, now completely annoyed.
Reason 1. Because noone bothered to tell her that they solved the case and 2. Because the couple in front of her were a blink away from having eye sex in the middle of the Crime Lab.
"Guy's, if you'd stop trying to take each others clothes off with your eyes for a moment, Sofia we can head over to see Jaquie about the i.d. card we found next to the vic. I'm sure she's got it done by now," a mischievous glint formed in Sara's eyes. "Or you could continue your activities in the supply closet." Greg's checks flushed slightly and he glared at Sara, who couldn't tell if he was truly pissed or just embarrassed. "Either way," Sara continued, closing her folder and heading for the lab door. "I'll be in print's."
Sofia rolled her eyes, turning to look at Greg. "You told her?" Greg shook his head.
"Found out herself, she was being observant. You know, I think that's why they pay you guys. You know, to be observant." Sofia grinned at him, ruffling his hair as she walked behind him, running her nails lightly across him neck and following Sara to the print lab.
'I'll see you after shift,' she mouthed at him through the glass before turning around completely and entering Jaquie's domain.
No match. Sara masked her disappointment by concentrating on the interrogation she was about to enforce upon her blonde co-worker. Making her way into the break room after a disappointing visit to ballistics to see if Bobby came up with any bullet matches, Sara came across Sofia, head bent over her work. Sitting across from her Sara decided now would probably not be the best time.
"Sofia, Sara," Grissom said walking into the break room, not bothering to sit down as he addressed them. "We have a warrant to search Benjamin Dover's apartment, would you two like to join me?" Sara nodded, standing up and following Grissom down the hall, Sofia close on her heels, passing the DNA lab Grissom stopped.
"Greg?" said spiky haired lab rat looked up from his work expectantly. "Feel like going into the field?"
Greg snapped off one of his gloves and raised an eyebrow. "You have to ask?"