I'm so so sorry for once more making you wait so long between updates, and then for giving you this tiny little snippet; I just wanted to reassure you that I haven't completely abandoned this story. I had a string of essays and things to write (and still have one more assignment I need to do over this weekend) and then I got really into reading Stargate SG-1 fanfic and found it hard to make the mental adjustment back to CSI, lol. So here's a little bit to keep you going till I get around to writing more.
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"I just don't get it, Grissom."
The shift was over - an unfortunate lack of progress having been made so far in the investigation into Robert Hickson's death - and Sara had dragged Grissom to a café, intent on resuming their earlier conversation. He had been reluctant, but she felt that there were things that needed to be said, things she really needed the answers to, and if they didn't do it straight away, they most likely never would.
"How could you… I mean, Ecklie. Ecklie. Okay, I admit I don't hate him as much as I used to, but do you really think I could ever date him? Or have any kind of romantic feelings for him? Come on, Griss… and I just don't… this isn't like you, Grissom. You don't usually jump to conclusions like that based on almost no evidence."
"I know. I don't understand it either."
"You're the perfect CSI, Griss. You don't pay attention to any theories until you have the evidence to support them. Why would you decide I was romantically interested in Ecklie, just because I was talking to him? I touched him on the arm; that's hardly up there with having wild sex in the office."
"I really don't know, Sara. I'm sorry."
She sighed, shook her head at him. "What right do you have to be jealous anyway? You made it quite clear that you didn't want to go out with me. Oh, I know you have feelings for me even if you've never actually told me that, but it's perfectly obvious that you care about your job far too much to ever actually go on a date."
"Again, I'm really sorry. I… what do you mean, you know I have feelings for you?"
"Kind of became clear after I saw your little speech to Dr Lurie."
His throat suddenly felt very, very dry. "You were there?"
"In the observation room. Nice going by the way Grissom, I'm so happy that you could tell Brass and a murder suspect what you couldn't tell me face-to-face. Though at least Lurie wouldn't know who you were talking about."
"I'm sorry."
"You seem to be saying that a lot today. It's okay, I suppose. I've had over a year to take it all in. When I heard it, I wasn't sure whether to burst into tears, or be ecstatically happy that at least you did care about me. Guess I've settled for somewhere in the middle. It's just you, who you are; I understand that."
Grissom just sat there looking at her, wondering what on earth he was meant to say next.
