Chapter Twenty
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al in Chapter One.
Prompts by JellyBeanChiChi: Columbia jacket, rosewater, Argentina, roller derby, and beast. Thanks for the second set! And I started with the Bean, so I'll end with her too.
The man sat quietly wearing a gray fleece Columbia jacket in the interrogation room. You'd never know it by his demeanor, but he'd just assaulted two members of the Las Vegas Metro Police Department.
Detective Vega bore a puffy black eye and small cut above his eyebrow. Gil Grissom had a broken nose.
The man had gone crazy. Shoving tables and throwing chairs and fists only moments before.
The worst thing about the man's tirade: he hadn't been a suspect in any crime, but had been told by the duo that his son had been killed in a drive-by shooting.
The Grissom's been called in to investigate the death of a woman found dead on the floor of her bedroom and were assaulted by the smell of roses upon entering the room.
Gil took a deep breath, "Smells like my grandmother's house when I was a child." He began opening his kit, taking samples from the body.
"I've got a bottle of rosewater on the vanity," Sara reported as she snapped photos of the area.
"In Asia and the Middle East, rosewater is used as a sweetener."
"I'd say she used it to cover the odor from all those cats."
"I'd like to travel to Argentina when we're finished with our assignment here." Grissom said as they ate their light dinner meal as the night came upon the jungle.
"You've been listening to Marco entirely too much." Sara quipped. Marco Gonzalez was the camp cook and lead botanist of the conservation effort.
"I'd like to go to Buenos Aires. He said it was cosmopolitan there. Plus their President is a woman. Surely, the feminist in you appreciates that fact."
"You do have a thing for women in power," she teased.
"But you're the only woman with power over me."
The countdown marker to the finals of the Roller Derby Championship of the World read '0:00' and the battle royale had begun on the oval course.
Grissom drank a soda from a paper cup as Sara screamed for her home town team the 'Bay City Rollers'. The team was combating the 'Sin City Roller Girls' and the action was intense.
Their popcorn was soon in the air when one of the San Francisco girls was checked into the crowd into Grissom's lap.
Sara would always remember the look on his face when the 200 pound blonde landed in his lap.
'The Beast' was playing on the 'Sci-Fi' channel. They enjoyed these quiet times, hanging out together. The relationship was still platonic, but could easily progress to more, but both were happy.
"I remember this: my mother always got those 'Reader's Digest Condensed Books' and this was in it. I believe this work of Benchley's was his best but people remember him more for 'Jaws'."
"Nice movie. The actor playing Whip is hot," Sara remarked.
"Nah. He's ordinary looking."
'He looks like you when we first met."
"Was I 'hot'?"
"Still are."
The kiss didn't lead to more, it just was.
THE END
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