Cold as Ice
Summary: Greg and Sara want nothing more than to be back out in the field, but Grissom is holding them back until they agree to a seminar up in the mountains. It seemed like a good idea; that was until people started showing up dead without any real reason. Greg and Sara must keep their wits about them as they search for answers, and at the same time confide in each other in order to find closure to their own terrifying experience.
Warnings: Attempted Rape later on in the story, nothing graphic, may have some Sara/Greg fluff.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are not mine, however all the others are, please ask before using.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'Just a Quick Stop' but I don't think it's necessary to have read the story in order to understand this one. Referencing is made to the first story throughout this one though.
Chapter One: Seminar
It was near the end of his shift that he returned to the locker room. Greg felt weary; rubbing his temples as he dropped his head into his hands. He shouldn't be tired; he had been getting plenty of rest lately, eating well, and work had certainly been easy. Grissom wouldn't see it any other way.
Ever since coming back, Grissom had both Sara and him working on easy cases. Robberies, burglaries, other types of similar cases. When and even if they did work on a homicide case, they didn't leave the lab. Grissom had called it their reentry program, a suggestion made by the therapist they had seen after the pair had gotten out of the hospital.
Even though it was easy work, Greg still felt frustrated. He wanted to get back out in the field. He hadn't done all that work to become a CSI only to end back up in the lab. Perhaps that was why he was so tired.
This was where Sara found him, in the same position as well. She smiled softly, coming in to the room, knowing that he wasn't aware of her presence yet. She knocked lightly on the door, causing him to jump slightly.
"Sorry," she apologized, coming to sit next to him on the bench.
"Hey," he stated softly, still trying to shake off the surprise. He reached over to open his locker, pulling out a change of socks and his regular shoes. He wore a different pair for work, more appropriate, Warrick had told him. Didn't mean he liked them. They hurt his feet. Greg winced as he pulled the plain brown shoes off, tossing them into his locker.
"You headed anywhere?" Sara asked him after a moment of silence.
Greg shrugged, pulling on the fresh socks, "Home more in likely. Why?"
Sara didn't respond; only watch him lace his shoes up, first one, then the other.
Greg raised an eyebrow as he finished, "You okay?"
"You know what day it is?" She asked instead of answering.
Greg grew silent, shaking his head, "Tuesday?"
Sara let out a sigh, "It's been six months now," she nearly whispered.
It was Greg's turn to sigh. "Actually," he laughed softly, "I've been trying to forget."
He wasn't sure if it was what he said, or maybe the way he said it, but the next thing he knew, Sara was on her feet.
"What? Is this all a joke to you?"
"What?" Greg asked, caught off guard.
"You think this is funny?" she yelled at him, throwing her hands to her side.
"You think I'm laughing?" Greg demanded, standing up as well.
"You just did!" Sara yelled back at him, starting to pace back and forth.
Greg was fuming now, as he slammed his locker closed, "Just because I want to forget what happened doesn't mean I think what happened was a joke!" he yelled back.
"Are you two fighting?" Grissom's voice brought both their attention back to the doorway.
"No!" the answer was yelled in unison by the pair. Enraged, Greg sat back down, holding his head once again. He felt ready to tear his hair out.
"Good," Grissom replied coming into the locker room. It had been apparent that the two had been in yet another fight, something that was happening more and more as the days passed by. Grissom knew he needed to get them back out in the field, and the sooner the better, but he didn't want them back out before they were ready.
"Here's your next assignment," he handed the folder to Greg after Sara had refused to take it. She was standing in the corner, and Grissom could swear he saw steam coming off of her.
"Shifts over," Greg muttered, opening the folder to sift through the papers.
"It's what you'll be working on for the next several weeks."
Greg's brow furled. "Griss, this is in the Cascades, it's out of our jurisdiction."
"It's a three week seminar Greg," Grissom started, watching Sara out of the corner of his eye as she looked up. "I've chosen the two of you to go; I think it'll be helpful."
"What, like a retraining class? Grissom, I don't need to retrain, I need to be out in the field, not in some building jotting useless notes down on some paper."
"You're not ready to go back to the field yet Sara; this may help you get there though. They recreate crime scenes; it's a slow step back into the feel of work. I think it will help the two of you."
"I'm ready to go back out into the field," Sara argued, stepping closer.
"You'll be leaving at six tomorrow, make sure to pack warm clothes, weather's cold up there."
"You can't be serious," Greg said, looking up from the papers in his hands.
Grissom only raised an eyebrow, silencing him. "Sara, you're in charge of Greg," he said, turning to leave.
"Wait," Greg called after him, "why does she get to be in charge?"
"Because, I said so," Grissom answered simply, disappearing down the hall.
Greg seemed taken aback, but then he just shrugged. "Fair enough," he said with a sigh, grabbing the last of his stuff. "See you tomorrow then I guess," with that he left for home.
Sara had other plans though, picking up the folder and she made her way towards Grissom's office. She didn't even bother to knock, or sit for that matter as she threw the file on his desk.
"I don't need to go to this," she told him, reminding herself to stay calm. It was hard though, he was treating her like glass, and she was getting sick of it.
"I don't care what you think Sara. You're going, that's final. This will be a good experience for Greg, and I'm not letting you back into the field until you do."
Grissom knew that it was the only way she would agree to it. He had struck a cord, knew it in the way she looked at him.
"That is so unfair," she told him coldly, grabbing the file, "I'm ready to go back in the filed," she told him again. She left without another word, leaving Grissom in silence. He shook his head, wondering dully if he had made the right decision.