Thanks for your reviews and faves, glad you like it so far. Just to explain, I'm from England so not 100% sure on college/university info. in the US, hope I've got it right. :) Will be updating on a more regular basis in future, just had a few days away from the computer.
Chapter Two
Another long discussion regarding linguistic anthropology took place, Sara avidly taking notes, but not speaking up, although she had ideas running through her mind, she'd wanted to take it all in. Eventually Grissom slid himself up to sit firmly on the desk instead of leaning against it. "Okay, a few quick fire questions, just to get an idea of where you're all with crime scene investigation - we haven't got onto this yet, so don't worry if you don't get any… First thing that's done on arrival to a crime scene?"
"Initial walk through." Sara couldn't help it; the words automatically came out of her mouth.
Grissom glanced at Sara, before turning his attention to the rest of the class "Second?"
"Documenting, through photographs and written sketches and accounts." Sara spoke again; she could feel other people in the room start to look at her.
"Third?"
"Evidence collection."
"Fourth?"
"Lab process."
Grissom smiled at Sara, "Don't worry, the rest of you guys, you'll know it like the back of your hand by the end of the week. We've just got ourselves a bit of an expert in the room."
Sara felt her heart rush and her stomach knot, trying to keep the smile from her lips.
The day's seminar lasted until 5:30pm, with most people in the class now silent with tiredness. Sara had answered almost every question that had been asked since that moment, intent of impressing her lecturer, and proving herself.
"Okay, guys, today's been great. I'll see you all tomorrow, 9:30am sharp." Grissom slid off the table top and walked around the other side of the desk to wipe the blackboard clean of the day's scribbles.
Everyone left quickly apart from Sara, she didn't know why but she packed away her notes just a little slower than everyone else. She wanted an opportunity to speak to him again, but there was nothing; he seemed to be wiping the board for a long time, like he wanted her to leave before he turned around.
She felt herself blush, she felt foolish. What was she doing? She placed her last paper in the bag and picked up her pile of library books.
"Sara Sidle." He finally turned around to face her. "How refreshing it is to have someone with such intelligence in my lectures."
Sara felt herself blush even more.
"See you tomorrow, Sara." He smiled at her, pulling his black leather messenger bag onto the table to pack away his books.
"See you tomorrow." She smiled back softly, sliding the strap of her bag onto the shoulder; she left the room, walking out into the cool corridors, now empty of others, a stark contrast from earlier that day.
Sara let out a little sigh as she left the conference academy and walked home. Thoughts of the day swirled in her mind - the things she'd learnt, what had been discussed… and Grissom.