Las Vegas
…
Everyone saw it.
They'd been seeing it for years. No one had realized it, however, until now.
Greg had spread all of their crime scene photos out on the layout table, frowning in concentration at a few of the close ups of their victim and the patterns of blood spatter. He pulled up a stool, and sat down along a length of the layout table, leaning over a photo with a high powered magnifying glass, scouring the image for hot evidence in a quickly cooling case.
This was pointless. They were never going to find anything linking their suspect to the murders. Greg sighed heavily, and pushed the photo back in its rightful spot, frowning at the spread of photos and sketches before him. He and Sara had been working this case for three straight days, and all he wanted to do was wrap it and go home. He leaned on the table with his elbows, rubbing his tired features with his hands in hopes to birth some sort of inspiration out of the dead ends before him.
Everyone saw Sara enter the layout room with an evidence box in her hands, and everyone saw her set it down before Greg. He rested his head on his hand studiously, and offered her a weak smile as she started pulling evidence out of the box. She returned it, flashing him a broad grin, and tousled his already unruly hair affectionately before sliding her fingers down to feel the stubble along his jaw, neither of them aware the other members of the night shift had witnessed anything. Greg had started to frown, but she pulled a bindle from the box, handing it to him. He read the label, his whole demeanor shifting, and she laughed at the light that sprang back to his eyes.
No one missed Greg's fingers brush Sara's hip lightly as he stood, peering over her shoulder into the box, the childish grin restored to his face. They continued to work with a new energy, leaving the room in silence, as they continued on, as if nothing had happened.
There was something going on between Greg and Sara, and whatever it was, whenever it started, wherever it was going, every other CSI on the shift as thankful for it; it had brought Sara's smile back.
