Author: urabadinfluence PM
While waiting for news of Sara after she is rescued, the nightshift crew compare stories of how they knew about Grissom and Sara. RATING NOW M NOW COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Gil G. & Sara S. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,240 - Reviews: 127 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 55 - Updated: 06-01-09 - Published: 04-19-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5006928
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Title: Little Clues
Rating: T maybe turning into M later
Summary: It's the little clues that you should follow to see what is right in front of you. The night shift family compare notes on how they knew that Sara and Grissom were together.
A/N: I don't own much of anything. If I did, I would love to own CSI, but, I don't. I don't even know any of them. I would LOVE to know Billy Peterson though. But, of course, if I ever saw him, I would probably become a blundering idiot, tripping on every word in my mouth.
The inhabitants of the surgical waiting room looked wearily at each other as they waited for news of how their co-worker, Sara Sidle was doing. After being found pinned under a Ford Mustang in the desert, a helicopter whooshed her off to the nearby Desert Palms hospital. They had searched for her for nearly 40 hours before they found her dehydrated, badly sunburned, and broken in the sand just in time for her to survive.
The smell of the antiseptic wafted to their noses just enough to make them aware of where they were, and why they were there. They looked to one another for the comfort they always gave to each other, for they were not only co-workers, they were family.
The entire "family" was there with the exception of one. If it were up to them, that one would be with them there too, but at the moment, she was the reason they were there. They had wheeled her into emergency surgery to put pins into the arm that was broken in the desert. The room was filled with some of their extended family also. There had to be twenty people crammed into that room waiting for word on Sara Sidle. Six of those people though were her immediate family. Jim was like the father she wish she would have had, and Catherine somehow, along the way, had become like a nagging sister. Warrick, Greg, and Nick had always been the brothers in her life that she wished she would have always had. And that left Grissom, for many years, he was undefinable, too close to be a brother, uncle, or cherished family friend; yet, not close enough to be called anything that had definition. Two years ago though, he had fallen smoothly into definition of boyfriend and lover.
Not knowing what to say, they all just sat with each other silently and gave comfort through looks, small smiles, and slight touches.
The memory of the past two days floated through each of their minds, letting each of them ponder on all that had happened and all that had been said.
When the hours passed with only small hints of the progress of Sara's surgery from passing surgical nurses, the crowd of well wishers slowly dissipated until only the family was there.
Tired eyes all turned to the door as the operating surgeon stepped in and asked for Grissom to follow him to the recovery room. Grissom slowly rose from his seat and shuffled out of the waiting room with the doctor, turning as he stepped out of the room and assured everyone that he would be right back to give them the prognosis.
They all sighed a sigh of relief, and looked to each other, waiting for someone to say something. As "the boys" looked to the ground, they all relaxed into their seats. You could have heard a pin drop until the silence was broken when an exasperated "What the hell was that, 'I took away the only person she ever loved, so she's gonna do the same thing to me.' What kind of freaking revelation was that? Why couldn't he say, 'Hey guys, I'm in love with Sara' NO, he goes all Grissom on us, and gets cryptic. Hell, it isn't like we all didn't know how they feel about each other anyways."
Catherine looked up to see four pairs of eyes staring at her and it was Greg who broke the moment, laughing hysterically. "Come on Catherine, this is Grissom we are talking about. I knew all along anyways."
Jim sat back in his chair and smirked, thinking of the time when he was certain that there was something going on with his best friend and his pseudo daughter. Catherine caught his eye, mouth agape, "Why are you grinning like that Jim? You act like you knew all along."
"Well Cat, I did tell you that I knew something juicy, didn't I?"
"Well Jim, yes you did," she replied, "and how the hell did you know Greg? Really? Enlighten us." Nick and Warrick just sat back, watching their friends try to figure out the puzzle of Grissom and Sara, not saying anything, looking like they were at a tennis match, heads swiveling back and forth as Jim, Catherine, and Greg argued about who knew what. Warrick just chuckled and finally decided to interject. "Well, I know how I knew, but how did all of the rest of you find out? I mean it's like we always knew something, but it wasn't quite there, you know? Just to hear something like that come out of Grissom was kind of shocking though, wasn't it?" Nick finally had enough of being quiet, "Well, you tell us your story, and I'll tell mine. Maybe we can figure out more about those two somehow."
"Well, Grissom would probably kill me if he knew this, but, I might as well tell you now, I knew about eight months ago," Greg said. "I guess you could say I was at the right place at the wrong time. Do you remember the time....."
A/N: Should I go on? Or is this subject been used too much? Let me know!