Hello ... so long without giving me a vueltecilla by the imaginary world of Sara and Grissom. Here is the continuation of my fic spoiled.
Disclaimer: fan I am, nothing belongs to me.
NA : thanks for keep reading:) can not imagine the amount of work I've ever had. I was going crazy and can not write. I miss my LIFE. If I am not mistaken this has been the longest period between capital and capital ... I hope that in future no more records. I hope. No I promise. Phew. If my jefecines know that waste my time on this. Finally, the stop and start the ramble jumble.
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Grissom was not thinking. I did not want. I could not let the anger and grief will blind you in a time like this. It had never occurred something like this before. Never had to deal with strong emotions like these. It was hard. It was almost impossible not to think about it, but now he was there with them again, was simply absurd not to talk. It was absurd not to look, do not say hello. It was a mistake How could I be wrong much! So long ...
Her anger was gone placating since Nick decided not to pay attention for the rest of the trip. That gave him time to count to one hundred. Or even a thousand. The truth is still counting. Lost count when it came to parking laboratory ...
What hell ...!
Grissom had terminated his meeting with the FBI. Believed that the rest would be just called, questions and insistence to complete the tests as soon as possible, but was not prepared for what their eyes. How wrong I was, actually.
The parking lot was full of black vans and a couple of Mercedes Benz, also dark and tinted windows.
Oh, oh ...
When the SUV stopped, Nick dropped without a word and walked away but not before letting him know his anger with a bang. The things could get worse. He sighed.
entered through the back door, the best way to quickly reach his office without being seen or disturbed. Again ... what was wrong. Yes things could get worse. Brass
approached him just entered the building.
- Gil, you can not allow this. We had little room when they hired rats, but this is inconceivable.
Grissom looked confused
- Rats?
- Mandy, Henry, Archie, Wendy ... the charismatic Hodges? Sound familiar?
- Oh - he said, raising an eyebrow.
- The FBI - Brass snorted "Enough with agents interfering nose where ...
- Jim, can you tell me what you mean?
- See for yourself - pointed with his thumb after his own shoulder, towards the end of the corridor.
faster than usual went to the evidence room, only to find to their horror that had become a headquarters of the FBI ....
Seeing the look of surprise Grissom, the agent who was in front of the makeshift desks toward him, extending his hand.
- Agent Fischer, Director of Operations, FBI.
Grissom ignored his greeting. Frank Fischer was forced to put his hand into his pocket.
- What do my lab?! I have not authorized any of this.
- I do What about the desert? - Said a voice from behind him. Grissom turned.
- I should suppose, Conrad And why you do not even bother to tell me?
- he knew what would be your position. And I see that I was wrong.
Grissom was speechless. Neither would count to a million now.
- And what serves the FBI invading your workspace? Only hinder what ...
- Gil, Gil "I can call? - Fischer stopped the agent.
- Noooo ... "? - Said it now with both eyebrows raised.
- Mr. Grissom - Frank cleared his throat - our intention is not to antagonize. We catch the accomplice of Godwin as much as you just want to help.
- For it is not very helpful to take our work space. How are we supposed that we will process evidence without compromising ...
- will be only two weeks - Ecklie tried to calm him.
- I have two weeks, Conrad. I have my people working on double shifts for a month, for the case of the girl choked and now this. You should know better than me.
- Grissom, I'm not asking.
was the straw that broke the camel. And gave no further.
- You know what, Conrad? - Grissom clenched teeth. Ecklie frowned. At that moment Sara after the doorway. Came distracted looking at a folder with evidence that an agent of the relay team had spent in the desert.
- Hi, Frank, here the data are consistent with the possible accomplice ... - strangely looked around and finished the sentence in a whisper - ... is from Mexico.
The atmosphere had become unbearably heavy. Grissom was not for discussion. Avoiding the eyes of Sara went to her office. Ecklie, with nothing better to say, he walked away toward his own office, leaving Frank and Sara alone.
- sorry I interrupted - Sara said Frank.
- Never mind. What's done is done. Sara ...
- Yes?
Fischer
agent crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway on the shoulder.
- You worked here before right?
- Yes
Frank waited for her to continue, but as he did, he had to ask again.
- With Gil.
Hearing his name Sara frowned, but apart from the gesture, it hinted that it seemed strange.
- Yes
- Is it always like this?
- Like what?
- So ... moody ... - Frank smiled - ... grumpy.
Sara did not seem funny. Rather sad.
- No.
Sara did not understand. Frank looked at her as if asking something.
What do you hope to do if ...? Oh!
- want me to talk to him - more as a statement said that as a question.
- Please - Frank turned and entered the "new" headquarters operations.
Sara sighed. I knew I had to prepare for this.
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Sara tapped the door of his ex-supervisor.
- What! - Heard the voice of Grissom with obvious discomfort.
Sara was surprised, and even though he knew the main reason for their discomfort ... Frank was right: Grissom was grumpy.
- I arrive at the wrong time? - Said playfully.
Grissom, who had not deigned even to lift his head from his papers, was startled and looked surprised for a moment, then look back to the table.
The timing is not bad ... too late.
- I know what you're coming.
Sara
changed his tone when he saw his face. In the brief seconds noted that he was more hurt than she thought. Did not even need him in the eye to find out. His shoulders sagging, his hair tousled and beard ... But she wanted him. Wanted him to see.
- Grissom ...
He did not know what to do. He kept looking at the papers on the table and holding the pencil in hand, but not write.
- Griss ... Look at me, please.
Grissom swallowed. Sara did not want to feel bad, but I needed him eyes. Look inside your soul. He did not move.
- Sara, I ...
Silence.
- just look at me.
Grissom sighed. Slowly took off her glasses, folded them to leave on the table, crossed his fingers and finally looked up.
What Sarah saw in her eyes was anger, and confusion or frustration. It was worse. He saw a deep sadness. A weariness of soul, as if his spirit had been weakened. But only she knew that look. That blue, darker than usual. And underneath it all detected ... Scared?
After exposure in that brief moment, Grissom turned to do as he wrote.
- What? ... - me thought.
- just want to know if you're okay - he said sincerely.
- No - he said, after a moment.
- No?
She looked back to Sara and her eyes but saw nothing more than an angry supervisor.
- The FBI invades my Ecklie and laboratory or bother to tell me. Obviously, nothing is right.
- Do not worry. With regard to the evidence room, I told Frank not to move anything from there. Mandy help me process what we receive from the desert, but if I'm on stage or just outside, this space is Mandy and Greg. Since I talked to Frank. I said it was essential to the investigation. The kids are a little tight there, but can continue using the site.
Grissom's frown eased a little.
- Oh.
ground looked away for a second and then look him in the eye again, and the more relaxed countenance.
- Thanks, Sara - "His voice was quiet and nodding.
- Okay. I'll be in front - she said turning around and taking the door handle, which did not manage to open.
- Sara, wait.
it was the turn of not knowing what to do. She stood static, turning away. He continued.
- I think we should talk.
Sara turned and faced him defiantly.
- Sara ... I think ...
- I want to clarify certain things, Grissom, but not now.
- At breakfast time?
She nodded and turned back.
- Sorry, Sarah.
- What ...
was going to turn around again, but then came Frank.
- Sidle, we need you in the interrogation room. You said you knew some of the accomplice ... - Frank and I looked up and smiled sarcastically - I interrupting something?
- N-no ... No, Frank - Grissom looked at him to believe they would talk later and left the office. Fischer
stayed there and avidly followed his gaze.
- Wow! It's good to be supervisor, huh, Gil? - Winked.
- Grissom.
- Ok ... GRISSOM. I'll be in the interrogation room.
While Frank was leaving the office, Grissom snapped:
- Agent Fischer.
- Huh?
- Next time ... knock before entering.
is war - thought Frank and smiled - Gil, did not answer my question.
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TBC
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