"You need to fix things with her dad."
Adam's words echoed throughout his head. He couldn't let them go no matter how hard he tried to forget them. His son had always been a 'people person', much more so than himself.
'A trait from his mother no doubt'. Grissom mused leaning back into his chair and staring at the open folder on his desk. Gil missed his beast friend. It had been ten years since her and Alice ad died in a car crash, he and Adam had both moved on but they still loved them both dearly.
Gil had met her in his first year of college. He knew no one and no one knew him. He had refused to live on campus so he had bought a pokey little apartment near it from the money his father had left him.
There was a knock at the door.
Gil glanced at the clock to find it was nearly midnight. Sighing he went to silence the persistent knocking. Upon opening the door he saw a young women, a few years old than he, around 23 with black hair that was tied back, a thin frame and glasses. She smiled at him and Gil cleared his throat.
"Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you, but I saw you at one of our lectures today at college and we both have that test tomorrow and my notes where ruined in the rain- long story, so I was wondering if I could use yours. I'm Jackie by the way.
"Ahh, Gil Grissom. How do you know where I live?"
"I live across the hall. It was our anatomy class." She replied walking past him into the living room. No one had ever come into his home before. There were empty Chinese take-away in the kitchen- he hadn't had time to take them out-, various books ranging from entomology, to Shakespear, to coroners books to Byron piled high on tables and bookshelves. He turned to see her sitting at his desk, quickly going over his notes.
"You've got this one wrong. The life span of the Jung-rang beetle is 23 days, not 32." Jackie stated not lifting her head from his notes. Gil sighed, closed the door and went to join her.
Coming back to reality Gil knew that he had to finish his paperwork before Catherine and Ecklie got on his case. Picking up the first folder he glanced up to see Sara at the door.
"Hey, just coming to say good night."
"Night? But it isn't the end of shit is it?" he asked, looking at his clock and seeing that shift had ended a half hour ago, sighing he looked down at his paperwork, giving it the worst glare he could muster.
"Need any help?" Sara asked coming in and sitting on a chair in front of his desk. His head shot up, 'is it a trick?'
"Ohh, umm, I'm not, I mean, I'm sure you have stuff to-"
"No, it's fine." Sara cut off quickly. "By the way, it's Friday, not Thursday." She stated correcting the date on top of one of the folders.
'She is so much like Jackie, so why can't I be friendly towards her?'