Rating: PG-13….warning violence.
Spoilers: Same as always….don't know what or when….just be careful.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd have millions
Doc. Robins approached them. "Got something for you," He said.
They followed him to the autopsy room. Greg took a deep breath before going in. Sara had noticed and smiled on the inside. She knew he'd get used to it soon. They walked over to the corpse.
"This is Jesse Talbon. He is approximately 17. He has bruises on his upper right arm, his lower left leg and at the collarbone." Doc. Robins informed.
"How did he get that?" Greg said pointing to a bruise on the right side of his neck.
Sara looked closely.
"That's where someone applied pressure using there hand." Sara said.
She turned to Greg and demonstrated to see if her accusations were correct. Doc Robins nodded in approval.
"This young man was killed against his will." Doc Robins stated.
The two CSIs left the room and headed back to trace to see if their fabric had been identified.
"Polyester sweater. Navy in color." Mia said as Sara and Greg had entered.
"Can I see the Vic's clothes please?" Sara asked Mia.
Mia handed her the paper sack. Sara laid out the clothing and inspected it thoroughly. Shift was nearing and end. One more day for the killer to roam loose. They'd catch him. She had faith that they would. She sighed. She closed back up the evidence and was on her way to the parking lot.
Greg caught up with her.
"Good job, back there." Greg said.
She turned with a "huh?" expression.
"You know the whole neck thing." Greg said.
Sara nodded.
"Thanks." Sara said.
Greg looked at her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked
Sara was about to protest.
"It's not a date. I just want to buy you a drink for congratulations." Greg stated
"Greg, I will let you buy me a drink, when we catch the person who killed Jesse. Until then, I don't want to focus on anything else.
Greg looked at her in shock. She had just agreed to do something with him outside of work. He knew it wouldn't be a date, but those couldn't be too far around the corner. Could they?
"Hey, Sara?" Greg said.
Sara turned once more to face him.
"Have a good night. Be safe." Greg said.
She smiled at him. "You too, Greggo."
They got in their respective vehicles and drove to their homes. The next shift they were back to trying to figure out what exactly happened to Jesse. Around three that morning, they had it. Jesse had come over to stop Todd from destroying his life. Outraged, confused, and needing help Todd talked to Jesse. Todd's older brother Ted had come in and seen them. Thinking that his brother was now involved with Jesse he became raged. He liked Jesse. He didn't want Jesse with Todd. If he couldn't have Jesse, then he wasn't going to let anyone else have him. He struggled with Jesse, giving Jesse the bruises on his arm, collarbone and neck. He then stuck the knife in him. He told Todd, it would all be over soon. Todd was scared, so he had called the police and sat out front. It was a hard and messed up situation. It was over. The guy had died for trying to save his friend. It had been all mixed up. Jesse was a victim of trying to save his best friend.
Sara and Greg walked out, as Brass took Ted away. After shift, Sara turned to Greg. He was already getting into his vehicle.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sara asked.
"Where I always go after work? Home?" Greg answered.
"Oh, no you're not. You owe me a drink, buddy." Sara replied.
They entered a restaurant and ordered their drink. Greg was staring at her in shock that he was actually here with her. That she wanted to be here with him. Sara wanted to know what he was thinking. They made small talk and about an hour later where in the parking
lot.
"Do you ever feel like no matter how hard you try the one thing you want you'll never get? That no matter what you do, it is never enough?" Sara asked Greg.
Greg knew she was referring to Grissom. He didn't care. She had asked, and he was going to respond.
"Every single time I enter work." Greg answered.
She looked at him.
'Greg…" Sara began
"No, it's fine. I know that no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. You will never feel for me the way I feel for you. Grissom is an idiot." Greg said
He knew he was probably going to far, but he didn't care.
"No, he isn't." Sara defended.
"The man has the most beautiful, the smartest, the funniest, the warmest, the sexiest, the best damn CSI he has, caring for him, and he won't stand up and be a man and jump at that chance. In my book, that makes him the biggest idiot I know. If I was ever given a chance like that, I'd jump at it no matter what anyone else told me." Greg said growing louder.
Sara was shocked that he had said all that, especially to her. Before she knew what she was doing she was walking toward him, her hands on both his cheeks, she kissed him long, hard, and as passionate as she could muster.
Greg at first was taken aback, but within seconds he responded. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hands went around his neck. Then they heard a beeping noise.
They stopped, and Sara looked down at her pager.
"It's Grissom." She said with a slow sigh.
TBC...