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A/N: This one is short, but sweet... I just love Brass too much not use him when I can. :D
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Chapter 35
They made quick work of the scene, as was predicted. Also as predicted, there was hardly anything in the place that could be linked to the victim or the suspect. The whole thing smacked of a cover up, a little too much for Grissom's taste. Even in Vegas they tried to at least give you something to chase your tail with, but this time there was nothing in the room to indicate what had happened in there. Their only hope was that Catherine and Stephanie had been able to discover something on the body to help them solve the case.
There was one more thing bothering Gil Grissom about this case; he was not running the show. This was probably the first time he could remember in many years where he was not controlling the scene in some way. Sara had been very explicit with him about not overstepping his bounds on this case; that if she were to be the lead, it meant he had to take a back seat at all times.
Grissom was surprised to find out that Sara was able to so quickly adapt to the role of the dominant personality with regards to their interactions with the other personnel on the scene. He delighted at seeing her excel in the public eye when the Sheriff asked her to speak with the press again, after clearing the scene.
As much as Grissom admired and respected Sara's intelligence and capability as a CSI, he had never realized her potential as a leader within that organization. He decided, as he watched her effortlessly swat at the questions being thrown to her by the members of the press, that with just a bit more experience, she would be an even better supervisor than he or Catherine could ever hope to be. She truly was an exceptional woman.
Grissom's journey into his own mind was cut short by the words of Jim Brass as he took up a position beside Grissom at the back wall. "I'll give her credit for one thing…" He waited for Grissom to turn his attention away from the crowd, "She's much better with those vultures than either of us ever were, old buddy."
Grissom chuffed at his joke, "Yeah, but that's not saying a whole lot, Jim."
Brass nodded his head in agreement, but with a smirk he added, "Then I'd say she's actually good at this stuff. And the way that windbag from channel eight is fawning over her, I bet she walks away with a date."
Grissom instantly stiffened at the mention of Sara dating, and he tried to play it off by looking at his watch and showing impatience, "Well, I better get her out of there, if we're going to get anywhere on this case tonight."
As Grissom hurried over to where the press had amassed around Sara and Sheriff Burdick, Jim Brass shook his head and chuckled, "Sure thing, buddy…" He turned away, shaking his head, and made one more comment to himself, "Man, talk about having it bad. Cath better be right about this, or she's gonna owe me big time."
