Please review!
Sorry for taking a while, buried under exam stress : (
I've slowed the story/investigation down and opened a window into minds and emotions, I hope you like it!
Also I was wondering, do you think Sara is wrong for wanting self preservation?
Harmless Liaisons: Chapter Four
"We'll be right there." Greg responded turning around giving Nick a smile which made it appear as if there was nothing wrong.
"Meet you in the layout room." Nick nodded and began walking away.
"We're not finished." Greg hissed sending Sara a look at made her flinch.
With that he turned around and walked away.
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The woman heard the lock on the door click as her abductor stepped inside, a psychotic grin on his face.
"Don't look too disappointed to see me." He beamed.
"Disappointment isn't the right word." She responded bitterly. To which he simply just kept smiling.
He's mental. Truly and utterly mental. She thought to herself as he began unpacking a shopping bag that contained food.
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Catherine walked back into the garage to see Ray collecting what appeared to be bits of rock from the back seat.
"Found anything interesting?" Catherine asked Langston.
"These pieces of what appear to be sandstone...but apart from that the car is clean...too clean." He explained.
"I had Brass turn the plates...the plates are fakes... no one has reported a missing car." Her voice sounding clearly fed up by the lack of progress.
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"Where to start?" Nick asked looking at the table over run with evidence.
"I'll print the trophy." Sara offered not looking at Greg or Nick. She picked up the bag it was in and disappeared out of the door, leaving them alone.
"She okay?" Nick asked Greg.
"Yeah. She's fine." He said, not being able to hide the bitter tone to his voice. "I'll take the clothes." Like Sara he simply just picked up the bag that held the evidence and disappeared.
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Sara's eyes stung with tears as she attempted to pretend everything was fine. She remembered that the glass walls in the lab meant that the people around could see what she was doing.
She had made her bed and it was now time to lay in it. The thing Sara had to decide was if she was planning on laying with Greg or alone.
She wondered what they, the people around her, would see if she confessed to what she had done. Sara could imagine the looks she'd be getting if they knew...the looks from Nick or Catherine. The people that had made up her family for the last 11 years. The more she thought about it the more it Sara worried she would lose them.
What would they see when they looked at her?
Would they accept a liar? A cheat?
Sara wasn't one to gossip but she was fully aware that the rest of the lab wouldn't see it the same way. She imagined how they would talk about her in the break room while she wasn't there. She thought about the sense of victory Ecklie would feel when he found out, the smug look on his face that would infuriate everyone else.
She'd hurt the one man she had claimed to love for so many years. And here she was saying she loved Greg.
Maybe she didn't really know what love was. She had never known it as a child. She had barely known it as an adult. How could someone who had felt so many emotions growing up, fear, hate, anger, sadness and lust, but never love, truly understand it?
Sara thought of all the men that it had taken to get this far. She thought about the times the word "love" had been thrown around by her, by them. And she realised at no point had she meant it. At no point did any of those men mean it.
She thought of Hank and how he had so easily used her, claiming it was love that had made him do what he did. How easy it had been for him to take her home that night to the bed he shared with his girl friend and have sex with her without any guilt. How easily had she given in. She thought of her college boy friend. And the guy from high school.
Grissom was different.
Greg was different.
It was the sound of the computer that she was sitting at that woke Sara from her thoughts. She looked at the screen to fit that AFIS had kicked out a match to the print she had lifted from the trophy.
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Greg looked carefully at the clothes that he had laid out on the table in front of him. But he mind was elsewhere.
Over the last month and a half he had tried to put himself in Sara's shoes. He had tried to understand how she felt. He hadn't pulled her close and kissed her senseless in front of all the people she was instant from hiding from, like he wanted to do.
But he'd had enough. He couldn't understand. He couldn't pretend that she meant nothing more than a colleague, or a friend because he had waited 11 years for this. He had waited all of those years to be able to wake up with Sara, to hold her and to be by her side.
And at the minute he wasn't.
He was just standing at the side lines. Watching as time passed them by, not being able fully take control of what was happening between them. Greg had reminded himself over the last month and a half that they had, had an affair. And it had not been easy to come to terms with for Sara.
They. It had been the both of them. Not just him. Or just her. Sara had kissed him back. Sara had helped him undress. Sara had told him that she loved him.
It had been the both of them.
And for what felt like the first time in a long time, Greg was angry at Sara. He was angry she was acting as if none of that had happened, acting as if she didn't feel anything more for him.
As if they should be ashamed about the fact they fell in love.
And then the thought hit Greg.
Well...He'd fallen in love at least.
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"You buzzed." Catherine and Nick said at the same time as they walked through the door and into Hodges lab.
They glanced at each other in slight confused and then glanced back at Hodges, who was standing his hands together and a smile on his face that told them that he had something; something that might even break the case.
"Okay, what's going on?" Catherine asked wanting to speed the conversation up.
"The blood from the clothes you discovered..." Hodges started and then trailed off, giving them another smile, waiting for someone to finish of the sentence.
"Yeah?" was the only response he got from Catherine.
"...matches the blood from your victim." He finally fished, crossing his arms across his chest with a sense of pride at his work.