Grissom had been in San Francisco for a little over an hour now, and was currently in the back of a taxi, heading towards the San Francisco police department. He arrived minutes later as he paid his cab fare and approached the double doors to the building. Entering he found his way to the front desk, where a woman was talking on the telephone. She gave a gesture to him that said, one minute, as she quickly wrapped up her conversation and turned her attention towards Grissom.
"How may I help you, sir?" the red headed, soft-spoken woman asked with a sweet smile.
"My name is Gil Grissom and I'm from the crime-lab in Las Vegas," Grissom stated, while showing the receptionist his lab ID. "I would like to talk with someone concerning a recently reported missing person." The woman leaned forward, and lowered her glasses as she glanced at his ID. Looking back up she gave him another, more serious smile, and she flipped through a few pages on her desk.
"A Sara Sidle?" she quietly asked. Just she mention of her name made Grissom's heart ache. Grissom could only nod. "Well Mr. Grissom, you're going to want to talk to the officer on the case," she said as she did a bit of typing on her computer, "one moment, please. You can take a seat."
Grissom then sat himself down in one of the chairs across the room and watched as the woman, who's name he hadn't cared to discover, made a phone call. Around ten minutes later, a man walked into the department, an officer actually. He approached the receptionist's desk as he talked for a few moments with the woman. They're small conversation ended when she motioned towards Grissom, as the man thanked her and approached him. Grissom then stood up as the officer put his hand out, as the two exchanged a hand-shake.
"Gil Grissom?" the man asked. Not waiting for any confirmation he continued, "Henry Owens. I was the one who answered the call about Ms. Sidle's disappearance; is there something I can do for ya?" the older man asked.
"I need to help out with this case." Grissom told him. The man just ran his hand over his face and sighed; he seemed to be expecting that.
"They were right." he said. After looking at Grissom's confused expression, he continued. "They called here a couple of hours ago, you know, from Las Vegas, and told us you would want to work it." Grissom could only think of one person; Ecklie. Yet he continued to listen to the officer to explain the situation. "I'm gonna save you the details and just tell you flat out, they aren't gonna let you work the case." Grissom's face seemed to lose all color, as if all the determination had just left his body. "Something about personal issues, and conflicts with lab stuff, and things like that. I wish I could give you more info on that but I was just notified a while ago by the sheriff and the DA, and those were my orders." Grissom knew it was best not to argue, but tried to get a least some information.
"Well... is there anything at all I can do, or any information you can give me..." Grissom's voice was tired, desperate even, as it trailed off mid-sentence. The man seemed to almost look down on him with pity. Then something seemed to click in the cops head.
"You're the fiance aren't you?" Henry asked quietly. Grissom smiled inwardly, but sighed sadly on the outside. "You know what, I'll give ya a hold of Laura, her mother." he said as he pulled out a blank piece of paper and scribbled an address on it. "You can catch the gist of the situation from her, but that's all I can do for ya." he concluded as he handed Laura Sidle's home address over to Grissom. Grissom gladly received the slip of paper.
"Thank you." he smiled, as he soon left the building, hearing a "good luck" follow after him.