(A/N: Sorry about the long wait for this chapter. And thank you for all the wonderful reviews!)
Chapter: 8
Sara leaned against the brick wall and waited with Greg for Jim and Gil to show up. She tugged the coat that Greg lent her closer. This was not going to be good.
Why did work always have to get in the way of her life?
Because work is you life. She reminded herself bitterly.
What was Grissom going to say when he got there? He was going to ask how they found the body, why they were walking home, why Greg's nose was broken, and why they both looked uncomfortable.
She leaned her head against the brick wall and closed her eyes. She only opened them when she heard sirens.
Jim Brass got out of his car and approached Sara and Greg in a small jog.
"You guys alright?" He asked, looking back and forth between them.
"Yeah, we only found the body." Greg supplied. Sara gave a nod in agreement.
"Alright, well after I tape the crime scene, I'm going to need to take statements." Jim said, then headed back to his car to get the crime scene tape.
"What are the odds." Sara mumbled under her breath. The smell of alcohol filled her nostrils. Great, now they're all going to think that I'm drunk!
Two more cop cars pulled up, one of the police officers stood with Sara and Greg, before Jim returned asking to talk to Sara first. She followed him, slightly away from the body and Greg.
"And off the record, I'm sorry that I have to question you like a criminal."
Sara shrugged then said back, "You're just doing your job. It's just…what are the chances?"
Jim nodded, the stated, "Especially when you're working the murders."
Sara blinked, somewhat confused. "Wait, the girl had a note on her?"
Jim nodded and Sara cursed. "Of course I had to find the body."
"Hey, just relax." Jim said, putting his hand on her shoulder in a comforting jester. Then continued with the questioning. "Alright, how did you find the body?"
Sara took a deep breath then started telling that after the dinner, her and Greg had decided to walk to her house where he would call a cab, because they each had a few drinks. She told him about the strange man that was following her around and how him and Greg had gotten into a fight, then her feet hurting. She emphasized by holding up the heeled shoes that she held in her hand. She told him that neither of them had touched the body and that they had immediately call him.
"Thanks, Sara." He said with a small smile.
"No problem." She said, slightly relieved that she might be able to leave before Gil even got there.
Her relaxed demeanor was short lived however because after Jim had pulled Greg aside to get his statement, Gil's black Tahoe pulled up.
Sara pulled her jacket tighter and watched as he walked over to her. She didn't know why it was even possible, but she was feeling very guilty for kissing Greg moments before.
"Hi." She said shortly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked instead of returning her greeting.
She licked her suddenly dried lips then answered with a small voice, "Greg and I found the body. He's over there getting questioned." Then she pointed to where Jim and Greg stood.
"How did you find the body, weren't you guys supposed to be at the dinner?" Gil asked, looking at her with a strange look.
"It's over, we started walking back home."
Gil gave her a another look, that Sara couldn't quite classify then asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Sara turned her head away the said, "Well they do offer alcohol at those parties…"
At the look that he gave her she continued.
"I had a few drinks."
"You should go home then, because I expect you at work tomorrow." He said.
"I'll head over there now." She said looking at the ground.
Gil looked uncomfortable as he looked back at her.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?"
Sara finally looked up to him, she felt sick. "No, I live about a block over."
Gil looked even more uncomfortable. Sara watched him as his mind seemed to be working through a tough problem.
"So this murder is close to where you live?" He asked her.
Sara knew what he was thinking before he even said anything.
"Gris, If this guy was trying to send a message it would be in the note. This body here has nothing to do with where I live."
But Gil didn't seem to be listening because he walk away from her and straight to where Greg and Jim were standing. He took Jim aside and Sara watched as the whispered back and forth, at some times sending looks in her direction.
She gave a heavy sigh, they were obviously turning nothing into something. The body was located about a block east of her house and they found that as the killer trying to send a message. When Nick's girlfriend was killed that was a message.
Sara gave her head a small shake; this guy obviously had something against Gil.
She looked up just in time to see Gil, Jim, and Greg walking over to her.
"Sara, you didn't say you lived so close." Jim said angrily.
"That's because it doesn't matter." Sara provided, as if they all should have know the fact.
"Doesn't matter! Sara, this guy killed Nick's girlfriend, if he knows where you live…" Greg said, leaving his sentence unfinished so each person could fill in the blank.
Sara just shook her head dismissing it all. "Don't worry about me, I think that girl down there has it worse than I do, shouldn't you be helping her?" She said pointing at the other body, hoping that she could just go home and take a large aspirin.
But they didn't quiet agree.
"Sara, you're going to a hotel." Jim said.
Sara stood there flabbergasted. They couldn't just tell her that she had to stay at a hotel!
"No I'm not." Sara answered back in the same 'final' tone that Jim had used.
"Sara, this guy is very dangerous. For god sake's this murder is located down the street from your house. Yes, it's not as serious as Nick's Girlfriend, but hell, I would hate to be called out here tomorrow because you stayed." Jim said in a voice so low that it sounded like a growl.
Sara hung her head, she really didn't want to go. That would mean disgusting bed sheets, gross bathrooms…and ughh, she shudered just thinking about it.
"Please, Sara." She looked at Gil. He said that so quietly that she wasn't even sure he had even said it. But the look in his eyes when he looked back up at her, with his eyes so sad, Sara felt like she had no other choice.
"Fine." She huffed out. If she was going to do this she might as make them all feel guilty.
She saw all three men visually relax.
"I going to call Catherine to take this case." Gil said, reaching for his cell phone.
"Why, aren't you going to handle it?" Sara asked, and all of their eyes were back on her again.
"Because I'm going to take you to a hotel."
"I'll call a cab."
"Jesus Christ." Jim said, annoyed by the bickering, "Sara do you have your firearm on you?"
A small shake of Sara's head answered his question.
"So let the man with the gun give you a ride."
Sara chose not to say anything else, pulled Greg's jacket off her shoulders and handed it back with a small nod, and then huffed away in the direction of Gil's car.
She could just barely make out the words spoken by Jim next.
"Down boys."
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