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Author's Note: Thanks for reading and the reviews! Sorry this has taken me soo long to update – I've been super busy and to top things off had a tough case of writer's block. Hope you enjoy and I can't wait for reviews – they make me happy : )
Everyone was sitting patiently in the break room when Grissom entered. Waiting for Grissom's daily talk, the team was disappointed. Grissom simply walked in and told them to continue their cases and left again without another word. With confused looks on each of their faces, and an exchange of glances between various members of the team, they each got up and went their separate ways - each with their own take on what was on Grissom's mind, recently and today.
After listening to Grissom's morning "talk", Sara was a bit concerned. She had never seen Grissom act so distracted before. Usually, Grissom would throw himself into his work in order to avoid any kind of personal questions or just talk in general. Today however, it was like he was allowing the team to see how distracted he had become and allowing them to see a part of him that was rarely shown. Thinking back to the last few days, even weeks, she realized that Grissom was definitely not acting like himself.
Deciding that working on her case was more important than wasting precious minutes mulling over Grissom's personal life when he seemingly didn't care about hers, Sara dismissed the thoughts swirling around in her head. Heading over to see Greg in the lab to get some results, she wasn't surprised to find that she was going to have to wait her turn due to the influx of samples to be analyzed.
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The night seemed to pass in a haze of evidence analysis and various lab settings. It seemed that the night shift was over and an entire mountain of evidence still had to be processed from each of the cases. Each member of the team was hoping for a major breakthrough in their case, and so far none had come. Another busy day was over, and another was coming up.
Coming back from the DNA lab after receiving results, Sara, Warrick, and Catherine entered the break room. Walking to their respective lockers, they were each silent hoping to remember something that they had missed. Knowing that there must be something missing, but unable to think of what that something was, identical dejected expressions could be seen of the three CSI's. The results that they had just gotten weren't particularly helpful and they desperately needed something to come through to break their case. Gathering her things quickly, Sara shut her locker with a snap and walked towards the door. With a half-hearted smile and goodbye, she stepped out into the hallway.
Grissom was just heading back into his office when he heard a door open and close behind him. Turning towards the noise, he saw a wave of shoulder length brown hair and a slender body step out of the doorway and continue down the hall towards the bright sunlight that was pouring through the glass entrance. Grissom stood by the door to his office just wishing that he could muster up the courage to act normally around her once again - wishing even more that he could finally say what he had wanted to say all along.
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Returning home, exhausted after another long day at the lab, Warrick could do no more than collapse on his bed without another thought.
Calmly walking in the front door, Catherine was quite surprised as a brightly dressed child bounced into the room full of energy. Running towards the door, and coincidently her mother, Lindsey gave her mom a quick hug and continued her sprint out the door and off to school. Chuckling at her daughter's quick departure, Catherine continued up the stairs and into her bedroom. Feeling exhaustion set in, she quickly changed and curled up under the comforter. Fleetingly wishing that she wasn't curling up alone, Catherine immediately fell asleep.
Sara walked into her dark apartment feeling utterly alone. Having worked mostly by herself all day on the case, Sara was craving human contact. She dropped her bag on the counter and glanced around the room. Her eyes finally settled on the sleek white object. Wandering over to it, she picked it up. Her finger was poised over the keypad, but she just couldn't bring herself to start dialing. She was desperate to talk to him, but somehow all she could think about was the betrayal she felt. He was still avoiding her and that hurt. Shaking her head, she placed the phone back where she found it, ignoring the urge to call.