Entreaty
Chapter 15
Side note: I know that it has been awhile since chapter 14. If anyone is reading this then thanks for being patient with me. RL has been dragging me away from writing in recent weeks.
And a big huge thanks to Alison for prodding me with gentle persuasion into continuing with this story. Thanks so much for your editing and your support.
Before reaching the park where they agreed to meet Greg, Grissom decided to phone Brass and ask another favor. Satisfied with his short conversation with Jim, he replaced the cell phone and concentrated on the next task. He needed to convince Greg to help him, without the younger man asking too many questions or jumping to conclusions where Sara was concerned.
Greg was waiting in the park when they arrived. Pacing around his car, anxiety written all over his expressive face, he did not notice them when they drove in.
Grissom pulled up beside Greg's red Honda Acura and glanced over at Sara. He started to make a comment to her when she flung the door open and stepped out of the car.
"Greg," Sara pasted on a big grin as she walked around the Tahoe towards the startled lab tech.
"I knew it!" He darted an accusatory look towards Grissom who was exiting his car much more slowly.
"Why are you and Grissom here together?" Greg directed his question to Sara, who was trying desperately to maintain her composure.
"We are not together, Greg." Sara stressed the word together while she tried to avoid Grissom's eyes. "I'm helping Grissom with a case. That's it."
Greg nodded and looked back at Grissom. "You said that you wanted a favor?"
Grissom shook off the irritation that Sara's words caused him and began to give Greg a brief recap of the evidence he wanted him to process. He left out any mention of his relationship with the missing individuals.
"This is off the record, Greg." Grissom said firmly and then added a smile. "If you don't want to do this, you can say so. I'll respect that."
Greg placed the box in the trunk of his car and closed the back. "I don't mind, Grissom." Greg glanced at Sara and suddenly smiled. "But, Sara could agree to go out to dinner with me sometime."
"It's not a favor for Sara," Grissom told him with a frown. "I'm asking."
Greg wore the look of a scolded puppy; Sara decided to throw him a bone to ease some of the new tension.
"I'll go out with you Greggo." Sara told him. "But, it's only dinner. That's it and you can't tell anyone about this case or that I'm helping Grissom."
With a bright smile, Greg agreed. He was curious about what the case involved and why Sara was helping Grissom, but he was wise enough not to press for answers.
Back inside the Tahoe, Grissom pulled onto the road and tried to control his irritation with Sara.
"Dinner with Greg? Do you really think it's a good idea to lead him on?"
"You take dinner dates so seriously, Grissom." Sara bit back. "Unless you are having dinner with Catherine?"
"Sara. Catherine and I are just friends." Grissom glanced at the gas gage and decided to change the subject. "How much gas do you estimate a Navigator uses compared to a Tahoe?"
"I have no idea." Sara's mind was clicking and she decided to hazard a guess. "I would think that it would be comparable since they are both SUV's. You think Kyle stopped for gas between Vegas and Bran Road?" Sara shook her head. "He could have refilled in Vegas."
Grissom motioned to the barren landscape. "We can stop in each town and see if anyone remembers seeing them."
"Good. I want to buy some water if we are going to make a trip out to this desert."
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"Can this car hold any more water, Sara?" Grissom snorted as she carried another armload of water bottles to the car.
This was the fourth town they had stopped in and Sara was not backing down from the adage of never having enough water. In the first town, she bought a large cooler and dry ice along with their first supply of water.
Grissom had showed the pictures of Kyle and Andrew to the everyone he encountered, but so far, they nobody claimed to recognize either man.
Now Sara was storing her latest supply inside the back of the Tahoe and smiling over a bag towards Grissom.
"You are aware of the dangers of being in the desert?"
"I don't plan to be there that long." Grissom countered back with a smirk. He avoided her mock glare and pointed over her shoulder towards a small café. "Why don't we grab a bite to eat while we are here?"
"That sounds good." Sara opened the lid on the cooler and started to rearrange the bottles. "I'll meet you there."
With a slight nod, Grissom strolled off towards the café while Sara continued her task. She closed the lid on the container when an alarm beeped from inside her blue jean pocket. Pulling out Mattie's watch, Sara turned it over with a frown and promptly shut it off. She wished that he had kept this memento from his dad and silently vowed to take it back to him as soon as she could. Closing the door of the Tahoe, she hurried to catch up with Grissom, forgetting about the watch as she approached the café.
TBC
Side note: I know that it has been awhile since chapter 14. If anyone is reading this then thanks for being patient with me. RL has been dragging me away from writing in recent weeks.
And a big huge thanks to Alison for prodding me with gentle persuasion into continuing with this story. Thanks so much for your editing and your support.
Before reaching the park where they agreed to meet Greg, Grissom decided to phone Brass and ask another favor. Satisfied with his short conversation with Jim, he replaced the cell phone and concentrated on the next task. He needed to convince Greg to help him, without the younger man asking too many questions or jumping to conclusions where Sara was concerned.
Greg was waiting in the park when they arrived. Pacing around his car, anxiety written all over his expressive face, he did not notice them when they drove in.
Grissom pulled up beside Greg's red Honda Acura and glanced over at Sara. He started to make a comment to her when she flung the door open and stepped out of the car.
"Greg," Sara pasted on a big grin as she walked around the Tahoe towards the startled lab tech.
"I knew it!" He darted an accusatory look towards Grissom who was exiting his car much more slowly.
"Why are you and Grissom here together?" Greg directed his question to Sara, who was trying desperately to maintain her composure.
"We are not together, Greg." Sara stressed the word together while she tried to avoid Grissom's eyes. "I'm helping Grissom with a case. That's it."
Greg nodded and looked back at Grissom. "You said that you wanted a favor?"
Grissom shook off the irritation that Sara's words caused him and began to give Greg a brief recap of the evidence he wanted him to process. He left out any mention of his relationship with the missing individuals.
"This is off the record, Greg." Grissom said firmly and then added a smile. "If you don't want to do this, you can say so. I'll respect that."
Greg placed the box in the trunk of his car and closed the back. "I don't mind, Grissom." Greg glanced at Sara and suddenly smiled. "But, Sara could agree to go out to dinner with me sometime."
"It's not a favor for Sara," Grissom told him with a frown. "I'm asking."
Greg wore the look of a scolded puppy; Sara decided to throw him a bone to ease some of the new tension.
"I'll go out with you Greggo." Sara told him. "But, it's only dinner. That's it and you can't tell anyone about this case or that I'm helping Grissom."
With a bright smile, Greg agreed. He was curious about what the case involved and why Sara was helping Grissom, but he was wise enough not to press for answers.
Back inside the Tahoe, Grissom pulled onto the road and tried to control his irritation with Sara.
"Dinner with Greg? Do you really think it's a good idea to lead him on?"
"You take dinner dates so seriously, Grissom." Sara bit back. "Unless you are having dinner with Catherine?"
"Sara. Catherine and I are just friends." Grissom glanced at the gas gage and decided to change the subject. "How much gas do you estimate a Navigator uses compared to a Tahoe?"
"I have no idea." Sara's mind was clicking and she decided to hazard a guess. "I would think that it would be comparable since they are both SUV's. You think Kyle stopped for gas between Vegas and Bran Road?" Sara shook her head. "He could have refilled in Vegas."
Grissom motioned to the barren landscape. "We can stop in each town and see if anyone remembers seeing them."
"Good. I want to buy some water if we are going to make a trip out to this desert."
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"Can this car hold any more water, Sara?" Grissom snorted as she carried another armload of water bottles to the car.
This was the fourth town they had stopped in and Sara was not backing down from the adage of never having enough water. In the first town, she bought a large cooler and dry ice along with their first supply of water.
Grissom had showed the pictures of Kyle and Andrew to the everyone he encountered, but so far, they nobody claimed to recognize either man.
Now Sara was storing her latest supply inside the back of the Tahoe and smiling over a bag towards Grissom.
"You are aware of the dangers of being in the desert?"
"I don't plan to be there that long." Grissom countered back with a smirk. He avoided her mock glare and pointed over her shoulder towards a small café. "Why don't we grab a bite to eat while we are here?"
"That sounds good." Sara opened the lid on the cooler and started to rearrange the bottles. "I'll meet you there."
With a slight nod, Grissom strolled off towards the café while Sara continued her task. She closed the lid on the container when an alarm beeped from inside her blue jean pocket. Pulling out Mattie's watch, Sara turned it over with a frown and promptly shut it off. She wished that he had kept this memento from his dad and silently vowed to take it back to him as soon as she could. Closing the door of the Tahoe, she hurried to catch up with Grissom, forgetting about the watch as she approached the café.
TBC