ok, i know i'm a little bit late with this chapter. and i know its not as great as the 1st chapter. my chapters are all going to be somewhat short b/c if i try to write a long thing, then it gets all silly and funky. and you and i both dont want that...so here goes...please review...even flames... i'm tough! i can take it! ideas are welcome and appreciated as well! and thanx to every1 who reviewed ch1! i love you all!
Sara was so incredibly startled that for a moment she just stopped and stared at this Mrs.Grissom. The only woman that her enigmatic boss had ever let know him. But Sara snapped out of her faze and quickly started signing to the woman
"My name is Sara Sidle. Grissom is my boss. I'll….I'll take you to him."
Through all the tears, Mrs.Grissom beamed a smile at Sara. "Yes, yes I should have known. Sara." She was looking Sara up and down, still smiling slightly through the tears.
"Just…come this way." Sara gestured confused. This woman was observing her like Grissom would an insect.
Sara led Grissom's mother through the crowd back to Grissom's office. But as she arrived and realized her boss was nowhere to be seen, she remembered something. Gil Grissom was at a convention in Santa Fe. He wasn't to be back for another 3 days.
Turing her head so Mrs.Grissom couldn't see her, Sara swore angrily.
"Mrs.Grissom, your son is out of town for a conference. I…um…I can try and contact him for you. Did he know you were coming?"
The woman started crying again. Sara gently put her arm around Mrs. Grissom and led her to sit on the couch.
"It's just…it's just…there was a fire. And my house…it's gone. Everything is gone. My whole life." The sobbing woman set her head on Sara's shoulder, and Sara, who pitied her, pulled her into an awkward hug.
"It's ok, I'll call him. I'll tell him that you're here." Sara signed to the still upset woman. She stood up and reached for her cell phone and hit speed dial for Grissom's number.
'Voicemail. Damn.'
"Uh… Griss its Sara. Um we kinda have an emergency here so could you call me back like asap. Thanks."
Sara turned back to the woman on the couch. "Mrs. Grissom-"
"Please dear, it's Giadia."
"Uh… Giadia… well…why don't you come to my apartment. It's small but you can rest there until grissom calls with an update…unless you don't want to…" Sara stammered. Despite the recent behavior issues her son had, Sara felt endeared to this sad woman.
"Thank you deary." Giadia Grissom said sniffling, "I know now why my son talks of you so often, you are so kind."
This stopped Sara in her tracks. 'Griss talks to his mother about me? Often? What the hell does that mean?'