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A/n: I had planned something else for this chapter, but it's not quite done yet, so I'm going with the one. I hope you enjoy it.
Greg
The music throbbed in Greg's ear as he sat back in the passenger seat of the Denali. Grissom was driving them to a scene and Greg had heard that it was a doozy, so he was trying to get into the right frame of mood to deal with it.
He glanced over at Grissom and was surprised to see the scowl on his face. If anything, Grissom normally looked passive, so this was a bit surprising.
Frowning, Greg removed the ear buds from his ears. "Hey, Grissom- is…um, is something wrong?"
The scowl instantly vanished and he shifted his eyes from the traffic to Greg. "What?" I'm not allowed to be in a bad mood from time to time? We're going to a homicide involving two children, Greg. How do you think I should feel?"
Greg blinked, taken aback. Grissom had fairly snapped at him, and that was unusual. It was true that they were all on edge about this homicide, but Grissom usually held it together better than this.
"Uh, sorry, Gris," Greg said. Hoping to raise the mood in the car, Greg smiled. "Hey, I got a letter from Sara yesterday. Seems like she's having fun."
Grissom's face got grimmer.
"Uh, I'm sure you can't wait for your next vacation. Sun, surf and the beautiful Sara Sidle, what more could a man ask for?"
Grissom didn't answer, but jerked to a stop and got out of the car, slamming the door.
They had arrived at the scene.
Greg blew out his breath and looked out the window, watching Grissom stride over to the crime scene tape. He had a feeling in his stomach, a feeling that something was terribly wrong.
TBC