Chapter Sixteen
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimers et al in Chapter One.
Prompts by Edge15684: margarita, heart, desk, smoke and chips.
"Why don't we get a margarita?" Sara asked as they headed toward the parking garage.
"I could use a Cheeseburger in Paradise." The older woman grinned.
"It's 5 o'clock somewhere." Sara returned.
As Sara ate her portabella mushroom burger and Catherine her cheeseburger, both sipped those frozen concoctions that helped them to hang on.
After two and a half drinks, Catherine finally broached the subject: "You and Grissom seem to be getting along a lot better than you used to. What gives?"
"We decided to make a conscious effort after Nick was taken. You never know when it's your time."
Albert Robbins held the eviscerated heart in his hand when Gil and the new girl walked in.
There hadn't been any other body parts so he'd taken DNA and tox on the remains and sent them to the appropriate labs.
Sara Sidle asked the right questions; impressed the night shift coroner, then she left to check on the results upstairs.
"So, Gil, what are your intentions with her?"
"Boss-ly ones."
"This is the same Sara you went to see in San Francisco every other weekend for the past year?"
"Yes. Now I get to see her every day."
"Be careful."
"That's not my fault."
"You're the one who left it out on the desk," Grissom accused.
"Grissom, I'm sorry your bug got out of it's cage and ran away from home. I didn't let it go; it escaped. See, look at the chewed out corner?" She pointed to the right corner of the roach's habitat. "I know I was the last person to feed it, but I didn't leave it open." Sara left the room, leaving Grissom in a panic.
Then he heard the hissing noise from behind the computer desk.
He was relieved.
But he was so in the dog house.
"I would kill to have a smoke right about now."
Sara hadn't had a cigarette in years, but the thought of having one sounded wonderful. The case they were working on was driving her nuts.
"For real?" Her shadow Ronnie asked. "I have a pack in the car. Do you want one?"
She nodded.
Soon they were in the young woman's car inhaling the fumes of a Marlboro Light.
Sara sputtered and gagged when the smoke hit her lungs.
She handed the lit cigarette back to Ronnie and said, "Boy, those things can really kill you."
She continued to cough.
They were in a bar; shots of Scotch disappeared quickly.
The case had really been a bad one.
"What?" Brass yelled over the din noise in the crowded bar.
"Pass me the chips," Grissom yelled back.
They were both drunk, but not drunk enough to stop thinking about the manner in which the bodies of the four children, all under the age of ten, had been discovered.
He watched Gil pop a few of the salty potato chips before he excused himself and went to throw up in the men's room. Least he hadn't done it at the crime scene.
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