Chapter Thirty Seven:
'Hey Sara, there is a package for you at the front desk.' Greg walks past her with his latest copy of some magazine he managed to convince Grissom was work related but she highly doubts has yet to shed any light on any case he has worked since receiving his first copy at the lab.
'Thanks.' She turns the corner heading towards the large desk, flooded with letters, small parcels and notes, finding Judy sat behind the mess. 'Hey Judy, there one for me amongst all this?' She looks up and starts to fiddle around the packages on a shelf behind her.
'Yep, here you go. It's from Dr Grissom.'
'Oh right ok, thank you Judy.'
She tucks it under her arm and heads towards the locker room for some privacy. Wondering why he would have sent it here and not at home? Sitting down on a bench, pulling her pocketknife from her trousers she takes in the label, slicing open the tape on the top. Pulling some brown paper out of the box, to find a cocoon. Smiling down at the simple object, she picks it up carefully, holding it up in her eyeline. Twisting it round in her fingers, she places it to one side, removing the second lot of brown paper from the bottom of the box, hoping to find a note with his scrawl on, explaining his gift choice, some instructions. But she finds nothing, not a note, or a letter, a printout, nothing. Placing the paper back into the box and bringing the cocoon back up, she pushes out a breath. What could this mean? Fuck it she hasn't got the energy for this right now, maybe he will call her later to explain?
In the meantime, she gathers the box and paper, placing it in the bottom of her locker and heads towards his office. Opening the door, his desk piled high with folders, letters, and parcels of his own, she moves around slowly. Taking in his space like this whilst he isn't here, kind of makes her feel like he has died. Pushing that thought from her mind, she turns the corner of his silver shelves and finds what she is looking for. An empty glass tank, once housing his cockroaches, she moves it over to a darker corner of his office and removes the lid carefully. Reaching in, she does some moving around, and lifts the cocoon into its new home. Digging the bottom of the twig into the mossy ground, leaning it back on a large rock, she replaces the lid and pushes it further back on the cabinets behind his desk. Happy with her handy work, she takes his office in one more time and turns on her heels to leave. Just as she approaches the door, she stills, thinking about taking her cell phone out and sending him a picture, but decides against it. Leaving his office she heads to the break room, ready to quiz Greg as to whether his subscription might actually come in handy tonight.