Adjustable Dumbbells Calgary

fanfic Hank + randomness

I have penalty ... the goodbye kiss, as painful by her and him as "clueless" to what Sarah is feeling.
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And when Wendy Hodges says he wants to be CSI ... is as if he had broken his heart there.

The lab explosion reminded me of the poor Greggo. I was already angry over the death of Archie insensitive ... but the chapter is brilliant! One of the funniest I've seen. Anyway ... that was not what I wanted to write ...

Here is the next chapter of Hank (which continues to THIS chapter) ... EYE sramulder Now it's your turn:) Sorry and sorry for the delay. And yes, I stretched a little chapter. : S

Hank

by Mrs. Mulder and KA Mendelsohn

Chapter 3 (KA Mendelsohn)

- of course - said almost without thinking. Going to ask where, but stopped. He waited for her to say. Do not want to sound impatient. In addition, he was sure he had already disrupted the hug a few seconds. He should not have to. But ...

But Sara did not say anything. Just walking in front of him to pass swiftly, barely beat him to follow. Was led out of the hospital and a couple of blocks up the street came to ...

- A veterinarian? - Asked the stranger.

- runs over a dog - she said, looking down on the floor.

- Oh! - Grissom said confused.

did not know how to react. On the one hand he was glad that there was really nothing serious. But I also knew that to Sara, that was almost worse than hitting a human being.

- Was it you who entered the dog a few hours ago? - Asked the man from reception to recognize and see their bloody clothes.

- Yes how are you? Could contact the owner? - Sara was really worried.

- is in surgery at this time. Unfortunately he had nothing that he might identify or help them find their masters.

- Can we go see? - Asked Grissom. Sara was surprised. I did not expect that he cared. At best, go with her courtesy, but not that he cared.

- Yes, but only can see outside the operating room.

took them within a short hallway to the end where there was a swing door and next, a large window that looked into the operating room. It was like watching the suspects behind the false mirror, but in this situation, Grissom was uncomfortable. He always was the same. It was too receptive, but undemonstrative. Because it is believed that people who do not understand. But he understood better than anyone. The problem was that she understood, but not empathize with them. In its particular way of seeing the world, anger, sorrow and even hatred were just obstacles to get to the truth and the truth was which soothed him. More than revenge. More than forgiveness. More than oblivion.

Its remoteness from others, however, had led him to appear cold and distant, in addition to not know what to do in almost any situation that involved show their feelings. I hated weddings, funerals, and in particular the formal parties in the department who had to announce something. Always managed to let "the best" to Catherine. She liked the camera lights and the roar of the crowd. To him, his job.

However, Catherine was not there to help this time.

Sara looked at askance. It was an extraordinary woman, but still did not understand why they affected both the suffering of others. One would expect that after years of working in this job you harden your heart. But no. She did not. On the contrary, every day more victims identified. Grissom did not know whether to admire or pity. I had no idea how to comfort her, but knew she needed comfort.

Either way, glad that he had called to him and to his house! I was almost sure that since he had offered to come to Las Vegas that she did not call him to your home. He remembered almost as if it were yesterday the last time she called his home number when they went to dinner together in San Francisco. More recently, think much of it. Since Nick ...

- not fair - let it not stop looking through the glass, interrupting his thoughts timely.

- What's not fair, Sara? - He turned his head slightly to look at, but his body still facing the glass.

- All ... Why was I driving down the street just as the dog crossed?

Grissom noted the reversal in his prayer. She continued.

- nobody in the clinic asked me if the dog was fine. Nobody cares.

- To you yes - he said outlining a half-smile - if it were not brought him here, perhaps his fate had been different.

- If I had not hit, too .- she said with obvious anger in his voice.

- Anyway someone had struck later, Sara. Without a leash and without their owners, pets are not accustomed to walking down the street alone. Luckily, it was you. Not all are so compassionate. Someone else had left there with no remorse.

She was not convinced.

- I only say to try to make me feel better.

- Maybe, but no longer true.

He noticed how relaxed her brow and his shoulders were thawing. He was glad if any relief even if a moment. She shook her head to look at and for a few seconds their eyes met. Grissom had long noticed that watching his eyes and headed back to the operating room. Sara did the same.

The dog was unconscious on the operating table. There were no sheets. And the table of metal must be cold. Sara shuddered.

- You may think I'm crazy. I do not know prioritize, and when we had that case of the gorilla. But the truth is ...

- Sara. That day gave me a lesson. Life is life. Whether a dog, a cat or a person. There is no difference between a dog and a man. The idea of a difference is a human conception to give us an advantage over animals.

She looked at him funny, as if waiting for something to come out of his mouth ... do you know! He continued

- He said an Indian poet.

Sara just smiled.

***

Grissom and Sara were sitting in the living room of her house. It had been a long night. The dog was lying in the middle of the room, among them.

- What do you think is your name? - She asked.

Fortunately, the dog nothing had happened that could not be cured with a few points. In the vet could not give their owners and offered to bring Sarah animal to the pound. She flatly refused. I knew that once there, if no owner found him, kill him. Thus, I took it home to, once there, decide what to do with it. I was not sure whether he could keep it, because they do not have time to care for it, but any place was better than this horrible killer kennel. Already beginning to grow fond of, however, did not even know his name.

Grissom voice rose and rang.

- Johnny! ... Rex! ... Snoopy!

- Scooby ... Jerk! ... Gilbert! - She grinned

- Very funny ... - he looked feigning annoyance.

Gil said another name.

- ... Hank!

- Hank? - Sara looked puzzled - Why did you say that name ...?

But

stopped in mid-sentence to see the dog's head up, watching them carefully. She said

- You're kidding! ... Hank? - The dog wagged his tail. Sara laughed with genuine joy - can not be! - Rose from his seat and walked the dog, who had also risen. She bent down and touched his nose that made him lick her face Hank. She made a gesture of disgust, but could not stop laughing.

so long ago that Grissom did not see Sarah laugh and had almost forgotten how beautiful it looked when I was happy. Completely forgot the irony of the name and had to suppress a smile, but could not help letting out a sigh Why, if he knew that fear has no rational basis, let it take possession of it at times when he was with her? I was sure that the progressive disappearance of Sara Smile was largely his fault. She could pretend indifference when she stroked his cheek to get chalk or invited him to dinner.

I do not want to have to pretend anymore. I did not want deception. I did not want to be your supervisor.

- Do you know? - Grissom let out of nowhere and shyly for a moment ... when you called me ... I thought something terrible had happened. And, well, I've been thinking ... after what happened to Nick ... that life is so ... so ... - he saw her face, wondering "... does not matter. others I'm talking here. Excuse me.

- No, please continue. - Sara, who hugged the dog, gave him a quizzical look.

did not want to stop. I wanted to hear out of his mouth what she thought was an explanation for his behavior in recent weeks.

Grissom looked at his watch. I was aware it was a bad excuse, but actually it was already very late.

- Sara, I must go. It's late morning now and we both work. I'm really happy and relieved you're okay. Anything else you need, feel free to call me Ah! And thanks for the coffee.

He smiled kindly. The truth was that deep within himself, did not want to leave. I wanted to see her smile. All the time.

- No! Thank you for bring me home. ... Me and Hank - she giggled again and the dog wagged its tail.

Sara opened the door and Grissom came out.

- Well ... Bye, Sara. Sleep well.

- You too.

When he had turned away she called him.

- Grissom! Wait!

He smiled, but decided to hide her joy and turned.

- Tomorrow ... could you take the lab? Is my car ... well ...

- Oh, yeah! Of course! Count on it! - It felt like a fool. Do not think ...

offer

- Thanks - she said with gratitude legitimate voice and looking into his eyes.

He put his hands in his pockets. And looked down, embarrassed.

- Sure. Goodbye.

Sara listened to talk to the dog after it had closed the door. For a moment, a brief moment, thought he was going to ask him to remain so naive! Your wishes will be missed, no longer recognized himself. But what surprised him the dog was feeling ... jealous?