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Secret Whispers: Chapter Twenty One Density
Grissom tried to smile, but he was pretty sure it came out more of a grimace. Two people walked toward him from a slick black car, they were dressed professionally in matching black suits, eye searing white dress shirts, dark sunglasses, and black briefcases. One was a woman, tall, and willowy. Her shiny chestnut shoulder length hair flaired behind her like a banner and she looked uncomfortable in this setting. She kept twisting her sterling silver necklace around her index finger and smiling nervously, she was a fairly pretty woman, Grissom noticed, and didn't wear any make up at all. The other one was a man, tall and thin as a toothpick. His dark brown hair was slicked back and his black tie was loosened a fair bit, he was smirking like he owned the whole world, he was very handsome and had probably used it to his advantage more then once.
When they reached Grissom, the woman smiled and held out her hand while tucking her sunglasses into her front pocket. "Hi." she said as she shook Grissom's hand, "I'm Special Agent Rianne Marcell and this is my partner Special Agent Jacob O'Brian. We're here to..."
"That's enought Marcell." O'Brian cut her off, "I think they know what we're here to do."
'Arrogant pig.' Grissom thought and nodded his head, "Right let's not waste time. Special Agent O'Brian I assume you have contacted your friends in the CSIS?"
At O'Brian's slightly flushed look, Grissom assumed he hadn't. Marcell looked positively delighted at this small turn of events, it looked like they didn't get along with each other much. Not exactly the best partnership in the world. Marcell grinned and said, "I've contacted Agent Chloe Yan in CSIS an old friend, she has yet to contact us about clearance from her superiors."
It looked like O'Brian was going to give Marcell heck over this later, but the momentary embaressment was what was going to make Marcell's day. Grissom nodded, "Alright, I suppose you'd like to come in now out of the sun." he said holding open the door for them to walk through.
Grissom noticed O'Brian sneer as they walked along the hallway surronded by the glass cages where the lab techies worked their butts off night and day. He could almost see the words 'MEDIOCRE TECHNOLOGY.' flashing across O'Brian's brain. Typical rich behaviour. On the other hand Marcell seemed quite interested in the way they analyzed their evidence with such outdated technology. It was interesting that the LVPD lab was only second to Quantico with not having upgrading their lab in a while and that other labs in the country with more advanced technology was way behind. So Grissom answered it the only way he could, "The most advanced technology is the brain and we have a lot of that going around."
O'Brian couldn't quite stiffle a snort of disgust, Grissom wholly ignored him which didn't do much for O'Brian's ego. Marcell nodded agreeing with Grissom, "Ironically it's the brain who invented these wonderful technologies, however now we have become independent upon technology which we created."
"Right, so who knows. In the near future computers might be the brain and the original brain will become mush."
Marcell shook her head, "It's sad."
"You're right, but it is the price of technology."
"Yeah." she muttered, throwing a glare behind her shoulder at her partner who was looking very unhappy at being ignored.
They stepped into the dingy conference room filled with the smell of stale coffee, Grissom had had Warrick sent to the counselor's office to finish his grief stricken mourning. Grissom busied himself by making coffee for the two and himself. O'Brian instantly dropped into a chair, "Just so we're clear. We appreciate your help, but we got it from here."
Marcell hit him in the arm, "Be nice."
"I am." he said reproachfully, "I'm just informing them that we have it from here."
Grissom handed them each a paper cup full of cop coffee, O'Brian took one slip and near spit it back out, "What the hell is this?"
"It's coffee." Grissom said from his place beside the coffee maker, he was piling sugar and cream into his coffee.
"To hell it is." O'Brian stuttered indignantly.
Grissom shrugged, "Drink at your own risk."
Marcell smiled and joined Grissom at the coffee machine and started stirring sugar into her cup, Grissom glanced at her, "I want a part of this you know. My team deserves to be a part of this."
"Well if you had caught her sooner, then you would've been a part of it." O'Brian said unkindly.
"Shut up, Jacob. Let them tag along. No harm will be done." Marcell said.
"Yeah, they'll just get in the way." O'Brian said while taking a sip of coffee.
"O'Brian, let them come. It's no big deal."
"It is if you're dealing with international issues."
Grissom just raised an eyebrow, "I won't take all the glory. I promise."
Elusive shreds of dreams flickered before Greg's eyes, he couldn't catch them for they were too quick and his hands to sluggish. In the distance he saw something sparkle, a necklace or something mayhap. He reached out slowly but surely, but the thing danced away and warm fingers clutched his hand. His eyes opened wide and found himself looking at a Grissom's blue eyes. It was hard to tell what kind of emotion ran in them, for everything was a mystery about Dr Grissom. You never could tell what he was about to say. But Greg swore that a kind of fatherly affection shone through the brick wall that Grissom had built around himself all these years. What would Greg know though? He never had a proper father to begin with, just foster parents who didn't give a sht where you were and if your grades were above average.
"Hi." Greg said weakly with a small smile.
"Hi." Grissom said softly before sitting down, "You remember what happened?"
"Yeah...she's not stable." Greg said with a slight cough.
"She skipped town and already headed over the border. The FBI and the CSIS are now involved."
Greg's grin widened just a little bit, "With all the rivalry between the Feebies and Sissies it's gonna take a heck of a long time to catch her." he paused to take one long shuddering breath, "All the intelligence agencies want the glory to themselves, they don't like to share unless the threat of war with the US is on their heads. That's why they can't catch criminals that cross the borders undetected cause they know nothing of teamwork."
"Interesting deduction, Greg." Grissom said thinking back to earlier that afternoon with the little spat between him and O'Brian.
"Doesn't make it any less correct."
"You're right."
"Thank you."
"I asked if we could tag along." Grissom said.
"Let me guess, no." Greg said shutting his eyes, he was starting to get a little drowsy.
"Nearly, there's two agents. One's on my team the other isn't."
"Ah, crossroads. I'm getting a little sleepy here." Greg said seconds before he started snoring gently.
Grissom smiled and let go of Greg's hand, he reached out, pausing before brushing a loose piece of hair away from Greg's face. "Sleep tight." he whispered, it sounded so familiar but so foreign to him.
Greg must have some sort of third consiousness, where even in his sleep he could hear what the outside world was doing. For a smile appeared on the pale face and he turned over onto his side towards Grissom. He couldn't help but smile at that. He stoood up to leave but was stopped by the sight of Catherine leaning against the doorway with a small smile on her face. "What?"
"Well." she walked across the room, "It's kinda hard thinking of you as a compassionate surrogate father."
"Oh really?" Grissom said amused.
Catherine's grin widened, "Nicky owes me 50 bucks now."
Grissom's smile slipped, "You bet on me?"
"Hey." she patted him on the shoulder, "I know there's a heart in there somewhere under all that unnatural love for bugs."
Grissom rolled his eyes, "It's not unnatural."
"Tell that to all the people out there with a phobia towards bugs." she cleared her throat.
"It's not unnatural." Grissom repeated, "It's not."
Catherine just smiled her 'You're so dense that you're cute,' smile and took up vigilance beside Greg's bed. Grissom just stood there with a stunned look on his face.