Sara stood in the doorway to Grissom's office.
"So, there weren't any demons involved in that case?" she asked. "That neighbor is going to be disappointed."
He looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Sara, which spelling do you like? Demon or daemon?"
"Demons are evil, daemons are good," Sara explained.
"They both come from the same Latin root," he pointed out.
"That's true. They were all originally good spirits, basically."
"You didn't answer my question," he smirked.
"It's not really a question of spelling, though," Sara insisted. "In this case, it would have been demons if it hadn't actually been coyotes."
"So, what would the good ones have done?" he asked her.
"I really don't know," she admitted. "In some stories, they're companions, I suppose a bit like guardian angels. I'm pretty sure nobody had a guardian angel at that crime scene."
He gave a barely perceptible nod and stared at the wall.
Sara decided it might be best to head out now.
"I think I'm going to go get some food, want anything?" she asked.
"I was just looking at the map. Area 51 isn't far from here. You'd really think we'd find more aliens."
"Are you actually watching TV now?"
"It can be diverting. What do you think? Want to join me and go work for a secret FBI bureau, investigating possible paranormal cases?"
Sara couldn't help but laugh at this. "What I want is a snack. I'll see you later?"
"Bye, Sara," he said as she left.
