Author's note: Hey again guys! Gabby C. here, starting her new WiP, "Stuck", which is the prequel to my last WiP, "Nightmare." Yay! Now, I'm not sure quite where this is going yet, well, I have some idea of what I want to do, but I'm counting on you guys to tell me when this is really stupid, or if you like what I'm doing. I'm open to all suggestions and ideas! So, yay, I hope you enjoy this story, I hope it doesn't disappoint!
Disclaimer: They're not mine, but if they were, I'd sure know how to use them!
"Grissom, I want this case!"
Sara's voice bounced off the walls of the dim office as she stormed in after the night shift supervisor.
Grissom sat down in his chair and let out an exasperated sigh as he sat back. He closed his eyes and removed his glasses, tossing them on his desk before rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was a never-ending battle with her anymore… and it was giving him another migraine.
"Sara, we've been over this…"
"No, Grissom," Sara interrupted, "I want this case. You know I'll put 110 percent into it…"
It was Grissom's turn to interject, "That's just it, Sara, I'm afraid you'll put too much into it. You feel so much for this victim, but sometimes you feel too much. They cannot be special, no matter how much you want to make them that!"
Grissom stood up from his chair, and leaned over his desk as he spoke, planting his hands firmly on his desk as he met Sara's fiery stare. Their eyes locked and for a few tense seconds the office was completely silent. Sara broke that.
"Let me have this," she said slowly between clenched teeth.
"No. This girl was raped. The last thing she needs is an investigator getting over-emotional and compromising evidence that otherwise would have put her rapist away."
Sara's jaw dropped and she shook her head, "I don't believe you! You know that I'm a damn good investigator. Have I ever screwed up a case like this before?"
Grissom sighed again and fell back into his chair. He threw a hand into the air and then let if fall onto the desk with a loud thump.
"You know, if this were anyone else asking, you would say yes in a heartbeat."
Grissom looked up at her, his frustration and anger getting the best of him, "If it were anyone else I wouldn't have to worry about them going home and losing it if, for some reason, the case wasn't solved and the bad guy got away!"
Grissom's heart was pounding and the only thing that could be heard in the room was his heavy breathing. He started up at Sara, who was standing still, lips pressed together, arms hanging at her side in defeat. A tear rolled down her cheek, and her head fell to her chest.
Grissom opened his mouth, but closed it quickly and searched for the right words. He couldn't find them.
"Sara… Nick's waiting for you at your d.b.," he said quietly.
Sara's head shot up and her eyes tightened in hurt as she stared at him. Grissom looked down at the paperwork on his desk, and pretended to take interest in the dull work. Sara swallowed and slowly backed out of his office, leaving Grissom alone with his thoughts.
Sara walked slowly under the crime scene tape and walked over to where Nick was kneeling down. She set her kit down besides her as she kneeled down next to him.
"What do you have there?" she asked as she looked over his shoulder at the hair that he held precariously between the teeth of his tweezers.
Nick looked over his shoulder at her briefly, and then held it up for her to see.
"A hair, possible transfer from perp to vic," he stared at it a second longer, then grabbed an envelope out of his kit and slipped the hair into it. He turned to Sara and grinned.
"Took you awhile to meet me here. What happened?"
Sara grimaced and shook her head, "I had to talk to Grissom about something, but… what all have you done while I was gone?"
"Went through this room, and over most of the rest of the house. Disturbance seems isolated to this room. The killer might have known the vic, but… we'll just have to see what the evidence tells us."
Sara nodded slowly, then asked quietly, "So, do you think you'll need me here? I have some stuff I need to take care of."
Nick tilted his head, then smiled, "Nah, I think I can handle it from here."
Sara nodded her thanks and turned to leave, but stopped and turned around when she heard Nick say her name.
"Is everything alright?"
Sara looked down at the ground, then back up at Nick. She gave him a small smile before answering.
"It will be."
She threw her hand up in a half wave, then turned around and walked out, grabbing her kit on the way.
Nick stared after her as her form slowly disappeared from sight before turning back to the body in front of him. To him, nothing seemed wrong, but he didn't know that this was just the calm before the storm.