Chapter Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own as far as CSI is seasons 1 and 2 on DVD. I own the fact that I am a fan. That earns me zip and costs the price of the DVDs.
Pairing: Sara/Greg….eventually
Spoilers: Just a word of caution….it could be anything and it might be nothing.
"Greg..." Sara began to say.
"What is it, Sweetheart?" Greg asked concerned.
She didn't say anything just leaned over and kissed him.
He returned the kiss and then deepened it.
Sara shot straight up. She was in her apartment and in her bed. She looked at her alarm clock. It was 3 in the afternoon. She sighed. She got up and went into her bathroom. She
took a shower and got dressed.
"Why would I dream something like that?" She asked to an empty room.
It had bothered her. After all, she liked Grissom. She knew Grissom had plainly stated he couldn't give her what she wanted. He couldn't be there for her. That "this" was just never going to happen.
She walked into the kitchen and started her coffee pot. She had gotten rid of her magazines. She remembered the case she worked. The woman had been killed, but she didn't go out. She had had the same magazine subscriptions as Sara and ordered take out. It was enough to have freaked Sara out. Sara shivered at the thought of that case. She had learned to cook a few things because of that. She still ordered take out but not as often.
She went into work that night. She walked toward Grissom's office. She knocked lightly.
"Sara, come in." Grissom said with a light smile.
"Grissom, I know I have asked you on several occasions before if you'd like to go have coffee or something to that nature. You have said 'no' every time, so this is just to tell you that I won't ask again." After saying her peace, she walked out.
Grissom sat there dumbfounded. Did she just tell him she was never going to pursue anything with him ever again? Did he just miss his chance? "Maybe not," he thought.
Sara approached the lab. She saw Greg waiting on something.
"What is it?" Sara asked.
"Mr. Jones is out on temporary bail and may have struck again." Greg said simply.
"You're kidding. Wasn't someone watching him? Didn't they know he might attempt to do this again? How'd he get out in the first place?" Sara asked a little furious at the government.
"Sara, we don't know for sure. All we have right now is a taped testimony of a girl who said she had been assaulted by someone recently released on temporary bail. She said he had many strings and friends with access. Probably the ones who helped him get out on temporary bail. Brass is tracking him down while trying to find out who processed his temporary release. I am waiting on AFIS to match evidence with his thumb print. She had a thumb print on her arm. We don't know anything yet." Greg said.
He sighed and she sat down beside him. She looked over at him and back to the screen.
The screen beeped. They sat their neither one speaking. They were staring at the computer like it was some kind of foreign object.
"Whoa." Greg mustered out.
Greg and Sara sat stunned at the matched fingerprint AFIS had found.