Chapter Twenty Nine:
'Man, I am starving.' Brass looks over at Grissom in the passenger seat on the way to check up on a suspect. Flicking through his cell, checking messages he doesn't even look up.
'I'm sure we can find you something to eat once this is over.' Shuffling his legs in the chair, he scratches his chin and tips his cap up on his head with his knuckles.
'You sure you don't wanna get me a veggie burger?' Brass, eyes trained on the road not beating aroud the bush. Grissom's head snaps up. FUCK. Swallowing slowly and clearing his throat, he closes his cell and drops it in his lap.
'Why would I get you a veggie burger Jim?' He squints in his direction. Grissom suddenly semi aware of what he might be talking about, decides to play it cool.
'Oh I dunno, I just thought you were getting everyone lunch?'
'According to?'
'Warrick.' Grissom's eyes narrow and he looks forwards, out onto the road. 'He said the other day you practically skipped into the break room to give Sara a veggie burger from the joint across the road.' Brass brings a hand up to rub at his nose. 'Said you didn't know he was there. You were "soy sorry." Now I'm no mind reader but I was the head of CSI once, and a guy I know says the evidence never lies…'
'What evidence?' Brass, ensuring the trucks police radio is switched off, licks his lips and flexes his hands on the steering wheel.
'The looks…'
'A much happier work environment.'
'Less and less overtime…'
'A sub-letted apartment.' Shit. Grissom's head whips round to face him, panic etched on his face. 'Is she happy?' He nods. 'And you're happy?' Another nod. The rest of the drive is silent. As they pull up to the suspects house Brass checks his gun on his hip. Just before they open the car doors Grissom pipes up for the first time in nearly 30 minutes.
'We, err. We don't want anyone to know.'
'I guessed.'
'Will you?'
'Keep it quiet? Come on Gil, you know me better than that. Your sordid affair is safe with me.' They both exit the vehicle, coming round to meet at the front. Grissom brings his sunglasses to his face.
'Oh Jim, it is anything but sordid.'