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He really tried it! She could hear how something was on her door. With all her weight she pushed to keep the door closed but she was pushed away by the force, that opened the door and ended on the ground. Furious she turned around to yell at Grissom, tell him to leave and throw all the words to him, she had on her mind, all the immature words, a woman with no style and dignity uses.
Instead her words stayed where they were because it wasn't Grissom, who opened the door.
"Are you hurt?" Doug was next to her, tried to find out, if she was injured.
"No, I'm fine…how did you open the door?"
"NTSB guys know a lot of things." He helped her up. "I saw him leave."
"You waited?"
"Yes, I wanted to give you your privacy, but I also wanted to make sure, you are all right. When I saw him leave - in a not very elegant way - I knew the conversation wasn't good and he really cheats on you."
"Cheated."
"Past?"
"Yes. He and me are no longer together, he can't cheat on me anymore. Apparently Heather has more style and dignity."
"I doubt this is true. Coffee?"
"No, thanks. I think I can use some breakfast…are you hungry too?"
"Like a wolf."
"Why don't you make us some breakfast?"
"Why me? It's your place."
"You're better in making breakfast than I am. You prepare, I watch and eat."
"Some things never change." He chuckled. "All right, tell me where everything is."
"Pan is left of the oven, eggs are in the fridge, herbs are above the oven, toast and all the other food right top."
"Where's the bacon?" Doug's head came up behind the fridge door.
"Oh, no more bacon, I'm a vegetarian."
"Really?"
"Yes. After…an experiment with a pig I became a vegetarian. Twelve years ago, a long story. Sorry, you have to prepare our eggs without bacon."
"I can do that."
"Tell me about the case, you said you've got good news." She needed some news after the last minutes and the last night. "I'm sorry I wasn't there last night and helped you."
"I closed it."
"Really?" She was surprised. That was fast.
"Yes. With a little help from San Francisco. Joseph found out who tried to kill him, SFPD has an ear on his phones and told us, who made the plane crash. Inside job. In all meanings. A man inside opened the door, the pressure of air sucked him out and the plan was, he wanted to open his parachute and escape alive, but he must have hit his head somewhere or lost conscious and died because the parachute never opened. His body was found last night. And while he fell down the plane continued to fly until it went down too."
"Strange story. How did he find out?"
"He was informed by somebody about the parachute body."
"We have a leak?"
"He has sources, but LVPD has to look closer, who told him and why this person knew about it. I don't hope he bought a cop, but you know the business, it's possible. Want cheese in your scrambled eggs?"
"And chives, please."
"No problem."
"When the case is closed…does it mean you leave?" She didn't want him to leave and it was strange, she felt like this. Didn't she tell herself, it was better when he was gone? Was it a lie? Like the lies Grissom told her?
"When they call me for a new case I have to leave, yes. But first I stay, asked them for a few days off after the last days were pretty busy."
"Good."
He turned and smiled. Not an arrogant smile, a happy one. "You want me to stay?"
"No!"
"Oh, you're such a bad liar." He turned the oven down, went over to her and pulled her into his arms. "I'll stay for two or three days, I doubt they give me more time. But if you need me here, if you need somebody to get through this, let me know and I ask for a few more days. Or, you take a few days off and come with me to San Francisco."
"What for? The Rusty Nickel closed." She chuckled.
"It did and after you're banned…what did you do to…"
"There's no way I tell you."
"Oh come, I find it out anyway. What did you do, Sara Sidle? Did you dance naked on the table? In your wild days."
"In your dreams."
"In my dreams I was there and saw you doing it. Possible danced with you, also naked."
"Hold on to your dreams, you won't get more. And don't forget the toast."
"What am I? Your butler?"
"Yes. Dressed in the wrong kind of clothes, the next time I want to see you in a monkey suit, but for now it's okay to wear jeans and a shirt. As long as you prepare my breakfast."
"Today I let you get away with it. To get your thoughts away from Grissom, to make you smile even when we both know, you're not happy."
"Thanks. I don't feel like talking about it. Yet."
"Whenever you're ready, you let me know. What does vegetarian Sara do when she gets invited to a barbecue? Eat a corn cob?"
"Salad, bread, tofu. There are a lot of other things you can eat when you have a barbecue, no need to have meat all the time."
"What about fish?"
"A fish is an animal too. No animals."
"But animal products?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so your coffee with sugar but no cream has nothing to do with animals. And you eat cheese. There are few new things, I don't know about you Sara and I'm curious to find about them." He placed the eggs in front of her, slipped two slices of toast next to it and a glass of fresh orange juice.
"Maybe you find out a few more things." She waited until he had his breakfast ready too and sat down. "Thanks for preparing this." He knew she meant more than the breakfast.
"You're welcome. Time to eat and then I send you to bed. You need some sleep, even when it will be hard for you to find it. But you can't stay awake the whole day and go back to work tonight. Give yourself a rest and tonight I take you out for dinner. Now that I know you're a vegetarian, I'll find a nice place with good salad."
"Stop flirting with me, I'm still a married woman."
"It's not a flirt, it's a promise. Sevenish?"
"All right, you won't give up anyway and a locked door doesn't stop you neither."
"No, it doesn't. Only you telling me, you don't want to see me, stops me." He smiled and sipped on his coffee.
