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Unnoticed Beginnings: Defiance
They had a surprisingly slow day at the lab- the cases had been few and far between leaving Sara and Greg sitting at the side line waiting for when they were needed. Sara sat in the break room flicking through endless out dated forensics journal after another. She never thought she'd find herself hoping for crime- especially after the burn out she had suffered not that many years ago.
Greg appeared at the door with a wary expression on his face. He took a seat across the table from her but refused to meet her eye. Sara wanted to say something but she seemed to be unable to find the right words- it was then she realised just how much her relationship with Greg had changed- she had always been able to say whatever she wanted to him. He had never judged her. He had never turned her away. But having to think about what she wanted to say was a sign that things were no longer the same. She glanced down at her journal attempting to focus but found herself staring at the words not making any sense of the.
"Greg, we have to talk." She finally said. He looked up at her wide eyed as if completely innocent.
"About what Sara?" he asked simply even though he knew exactly what she wanted to talk about.
"What ever...this...is." She said referring to herself and then Greg. He looked up at her with a sly smile, his dark eyes clouded over.
"Go on." he made it clear that he was willing to listen.
"It isn't going to happen...I love my husband...I'm sorry I led you on in any way I didn't mean to...but I'm married..." she stated her half of the argument and waited for Greg to reciprocate but he just sat there silently for a few moments flicking through a news paper.
"Well if I were you I'd stay away from Hodges...he has some interesting gossip about your beloved husband." Greg muttered loud enough for her to hear.
"What?" Sara asked.
"Oh nothing." Greg shrugged pretending that whatever he had said was not at all important. "I'm heading home, bye."
As he walked away he glanced back to see Sara stand up and wander in the direction of Hodges's office causing a sly smile to play on Greg's lips.
"What do you know?" Sara demanded from Hodges who had been busy sorting results. He glanced up at her nervously and then back down at his work.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" he asked placing a small amount of trace on a slide.
"Grissom?" She folded her arms across her chest in defiance. Hodges looked back up at her, still clearly nervous.
"Look...I've just heard something..." he started hoping that Sara's phone would ring or that someone would walk through the door in search of their results simply because he did not want to be having his conversation with a woman that was trained in weapon less defence and was likely to snap when he told her what he knew.
"Something? Spill Hodges." She demanded again narrowing her dark eyes- giving him a death stare which made him finally give in.
"I heard that Grissom had been in touch with Lady Heather and that he was going to be guest speaking at one of her lectures in London." He blurted out all he knew hoping that it would be enough to make Sara leave. But instead she stood there with a dumbfounded and slightly hurt expression.
"Grissom's in Peru." She stated as if it didn't make sense. Hodges picked up a flyer that he had printed out and handed it to Sara. "Dr Kessler's Frank Talk Tour"- so Heather was indeed going to London, Sara glanced at the bill but Grissom's name did not stand out. However in small letters at the bottom it read "guest speaker- an expert in forensics from the best crime lab in the country- puts Dr Kessler's work into context".
Sara felt a sense of betrayal as she re-read the line and handed the flyer back to Hodges. Her husband hadn't told her. He had not mentioned the fact that he had kept in touch with Lady Heather or that he planned on going away with her even when he claimed to be too busy to visit her in Las Vegas.
Sara clocked out grabbing her stuff from the locker room and disappeared out of the main door a million thoughts running through her head. Sara didn't understand- why wouldn't he tell her when he knew how much his relationship with Lady Heather affected her.
She stopped at a door buying a six pack of beer and cigarettes for the first time in the years she hand Grissom had been together. He had always hated her smoking- so she'd quit. But the anger that bubbled up inside her let her know that it would be okay to have one or two.
Sara started walking but she didn't have a picture of where she was heading and simply let her feet carry her to her destination. She glanced up at the modern looking block of flats. Sara sat herself down on the stairs in order to prepare herself for what she was about to do. Taking a cigarette out she lit it and then opened one of the cans of beer.
Taking alternative swings from the beer and drags from the cigarette she waited for him to turn up. She could just about imagine the look on his face when he saw her. Sara knew him well enough to know he stopped at a small bar on his way back from work. Like clockwork he walked towards the block of flats.
Taking a long drag from her cigarette she reached out her hand so he could pull her up- he obliged helping her get to her feet.
"What are you doing here?" he asked with false surprise.
"I spoke to Hodges." She stated as if it were an explanation. His mouth made an "oh" shape as he stepped past her towards the door.
"So what do you want me to do about it?" he asked casually as he unlocked it.
"Make me forget." She said softly with a melancholic tone.
"And why would I do that?" He looked at her- tucking his hands into his pockets with a look of confusion.
"Because I'm asking you to sleep with me."