ladyhunter
Head of the Swing Shift
great great great!
I wonder what 'talk' she was going to have with Gil?
this gets better and better
I wonder what 'talk' she was going to have with Gil?
this gets better and better
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CSIMarg said:
You might recognize this next part from the flashback in chapter three. It's only the start-- Eventually everyone will talk.
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“It’s really pouring now” Sara commented, as Gil walked into the break room, and went straight over to the full coffeepot, before opening the cupboard above and grabbed himself a nice mug.
Gil arched his brow and chuckled softly, as he gazed over at her, while her brown eyes stared at the rain drizzling down upon the building’s windows. His eyes went from the curvy patterns as the rain fell briskly out of view, back on to her as he nodded. “We know one thing it’s good for though --” He added, looking from the corner of his eye, and gripped his hand tightly around the handle of the pot, while holding the cup with his other hand.
She took her gaze off of the window and smirked, before she had even established her attention upon him. Her brow arched in interest as her smirk turned into a soft smile, as she now saw one steaming mug of coffee in a navy blue mug sitting securely on top of the white countertop, while he retrieved another mug from the cupboard.
Her gaze seemed to hold him fixated as he carefully pulled out an Indian red, colored mug; in fact such a beautiful color for such a gloomy and well started day. Only to say it really hadn’t started that well, and now well—it was raining, and it had been a long day—a very long day.
So even after uncomprehendingly gazing in her direction, his eyes swimming deep in her chocolate brown eyes, he could see her focus drowning out the rain that drummed rhythmically against the window, as they stared at him, then broke to look at her empty hands that sat in her lap.
He used this brief moment to pour the other cup of coffee, then walked over and handed it to her as she broke away her sudden gaze upon on the wall. She looked at him with small smile and a thank you, as she took cup graciously into hand.
“I needed this” She gestured to the cup, then took a sip, and the room became silent again; beside the pitter-patter sound of the rain, and the few people that were still here in the lab, relaying off important information to one another.
“Knew you would” He smirked, then went back over to the counter and took a sip of his own coffee. Casting his glances here and there towards her tired frame, and knew very well behind the comfort of the couch; legs drawn in towards her body, hands wrapped around the steaming cup, her eyes again gazing out the rain casted window, definitely told him something was on her mind.
He drew a seat comfortably on the small couch horizontally from her, while they dwelled in the silence. He found himself staring out the window, as he drank soft sips of coffee-- his mind compressing over the crime scene, and evidence, besides some other things that happened to come up somewhere along the way.
She let the cup rest in her lap, “Grissom--” Her senses registering on the cinnamon swirl taste. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, her brown eye squared in question.
Along with her tone assumed, in question, he turned his view away from the frosted window. His breath deeply consumed in a feathered fog, where he had been dwelling. His eyes looked up at her in thought “Sara” He responded, putting one hand underneath his cup.
She paused for a moment. “Get to the coffee pot before Greg?” She quipped lightly, with a smile
“Wouldn’t dream of it” He answered back casually, his eye catching the falling rain outside the window.
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