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Author: Sarah R.
Fandom: CSI
Rating: none at the moment
Disclaimer: All characters from CSI belong to other people, that are not me. All places/properties I name are not mine either. The songs used herein also do not belong to me. In chapter Two, they are by Tori Amos.InChapter Three they belong to Linkin Park.
Warning: Mary Sue that coincides with Scribe's "CSI: Gorgeous Stud, or Someone Else With the Initials G.S." Also, Grissom might be slightle OOC. I'm not used to writing someone like him, and there is a part where he migfht be very OOC to some people.
Author's Note: I have a different version of this story started, but it's taking a turn away from Scribe's story. So much so that it would not work. So I've started this one instead. I will be taking most parts of the other story and put them in here, but not all of it.
Author Note #2: The name Donovan is Irish and is a combination of the words Brown and Black(If you go by the original spelling). Lyrics can be found in between here **....**
Chapter One
~at least half a year before scribe's story starts~
~main character's POV~
I knocked on the door that I had not seen any of the people that were bothering me come from. I was hoping it was their boss or leader. Maybe he can make them stop interrupting me.
I hear a faint "Enter." from the inside and open the door. A very nice looking older man was sitting behind the desk. "Yes," he asks. "How may I help you?"
"Are you the leader or boss of the people that work in these offices?"
"Yes.." He's confused. I understand completely. He's never seen me before, and I'm asking about this place and it's people.
"I was in one of the smaller labs and a few of your people asked me to do something for them, and I'm not a technician or scientist and I'm just here to clean and they're bothering me every few minutes asking about their stuff, and no one explained what they wanted and I just want them to leave me alone to do what I came here to do and can you make them stop bothering me?" I said all of that in one breath and very fast. I waited while he processed what I had said and waited for his response.
"You were in one of the smaller labs on this level?"
"Yes."
"You were cleaning?"
"I was trying to."
"And a few of my people are the ones bothering you?"
"I think they're yours. I'm not to sure but one was a skinny brunette lady with an annoying voice and she just asked if I was new here, and when I said yes, she handed me some files and stuff in bags and asked me do work on that and then a tall brunette guy came in and asked me the same thing that the brunette lady did and asked me to do some stuff for him as well and they won't leave me alone and I want them to."
"Was there anyone in the larger lab?"
"I didn't see anyone, but I'm not sure."
He stood up and came out from behind the desk. "Why don't you come with me and we'll see if we can find these two and I'll tell them to stop bothering you."
"If they would have just told me what they wanted, and explained I probably could have done some of it, but I'm not a scientist or technician and I don't know how to work the equipment and it's not my job anyway."
"As I said, we'll find them and I'll make them stop bothering you."
"Thanks um.. If you don't mind, what's your name, sir?"
"I'm Gil Grissom. And you?"
"Sarah Donovan."
"It's nice to meet you Miss Donovan."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well, even if it isn't under the best of circumstances."
He leads me out into the hall and we run into one of the people that has been bothering me.
"Mr. Grissom, there's one of them."
"Thank you. Oh, Nick! Could you come here a moment?"
"Hey Gris. Oh, hi to you too.."
"Sarah, Sarah Donovan. Your newest cleaning lady."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were one of the new techs. I'll take my stuff to one and be out of your hair."
"Does that mean you'll stop bothering me every few minutes now?"
Nick chuckles. "Yeah, I'll stop botherin' you now."
"Good! Thanks. Bye!" I drag Grissom off so we could find the other person that's been bugging me.
"Where do you think we'll find the other one?" I ask.
"If she isn't in the room you were in, she will probably be talking with the other members of our team."
"And who are they?"
"The one we are looking for is most likely Sara Sidle, the one you just met is Nick Stokes, there is also Warrick Brown, and the last of my team is Catherine Willows. And our regular technician is Greg Sanders. He can usually be found in the larger lab. Our boss is Captain Jim Brass. And last, but not least, is our Forensic pathologist is Dr. Al Robbins."
"I'm not going into the morgue, but thanks for the name of the man that runs it."
"You're welcome. And this is Catherine Willows. Catherine, this is Sarah Donovan, our newest cleaning person."
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well."
"Catherine, do you know where Sara is?"
Catherine blinked at that. She must be trying to remember that there is another Sara here. "I last saw her going to the labs."
"Thank you. I'll be back in my office in about fifteen minutes if there's anything that is needed." The two then left Catherine and headed back to the labs. They found Sara heading out of the smaller lab with an angry look on ger face. When she saw them it disappeared.
"Ah, Sara. We were just looking for you."
"You found something?"
"No. I'm not a lab tech. I'm the cleaner."
"Sara Sidle, Sarah Donovan. Sara, Sarah needs to get back to her cleaning, could you stop bothering her now?"
"Uh, yeah. I'll give the stuff to Greg, now that he's back in the lab. But I thought you..."
"That I was a lab tech? Sorry, no."
"But you were waring gloves and had one of the tubes..."
"It was lying in the middle of the counter and it didn't have a label. It also looked like there wasn't anything in it, I was seeing if that was true. I was going to find someplace to put it until I had finished cleaning the table when you came in and handed me your stuff."
"Oh. Well, I'll just get that and go then. Sorry for bothering you."
"That's ok. Bye."
After Sara ad left Sarah turned to Grissom. "Thank you for helping me find those two, and for listening to me rant."
"It was my pleasure. Is there anything else you need?"
"Need? No. I think that about covered all that was bugging me. Anyway, thanks again. And if there's anything you need from me, just come calling."
"I'll be sure to do that." Just as he had reached the door, Sarah asked one last question.
"Mr. Grissom, if you don't mind me asking something personal, who named you Gil and why?"
"My father. He and I like to fish, so he named me Gil."
"That makes sense. Thanks for answering. I get the feeling not many people ask, and that you don't explain it much."
"You're quite right, I don't explain it much. Good evening, Miss Donovan."
"A good evening to you as well, Mr. Grissom. Mayhap we'll see each other again at a later date."
"Maybe we will." he says as he walks out the door and back to his office.
Chapter Two
~at least a week after the above scene~
~Author POV~
Nick pops his head in Grissom's door, "Hey, Gris, do you know if either of the girls sing in second soprano? And do it well, for that matter."
Gil Grissom raises an eyebrow at the question. "Not to my knowledge, but I haven't heard any of them sing before. Why do you want to know?"
"Someone's singing in that recently closed off room."
"Really. How interesting. I'll check it out." Grissom heads off to the room Nick indicated. He knocked first, but the person didn't even pause in their singing, or acknowledge the knock. He opened the door to see Sarah Donovan scrubbing down the walls, with headphones on as she sang along with what she was listening to.
**From in the shadow she calls
and in the shadow she finds a way finds a way
and in the shadow she CRAWLS
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
yes with a message for my heart
chorus: she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybode else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the bluebells can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
but I've cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree
Chorus
rushin' rivers thread so thin
limitation dreams with flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores
too safe in their coats my dots
and in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why "sit on the chair and be good now"
and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'
Chorus
**
As the song ends Grissom clears his throat. Sarah pushes the headphones off as she turns toward the door. "Oh, hi. Did you need something?"
"No, not really. Nick was wondering who was singing and I needed to see who was in this room."
"Ah. Well, as you can see, it was me on both counts. I was told to get this room clean before people started doing things in here in the hopes that they won't make too big of a mess for the clean room."
"Clean room?"
"Yeah. This is supposed to be a clean room for computers."
"Ah. So we're finally getting our own computer tech. Good, we need one."
"Is there anything else you want to know? I need to get back to cleaning."
"I believe that was all I needed. Thank you."
"No problem. If you want another free concert, just come back in and stay by the door. If you'd like to go out with me to breakfast or dinner I'll be here for another three hours."
"I'll keep that in mind." he said as she put her headphones back on, and turned back to the wall.
He left the room as she started another song.
**Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again...**
As Grissom heads back to his office, he runs into Nick. "The person you heard was Sarah Donovan. She was told to clean that room."
"Ah. OK." He looks over Grissoms shoulder, "And here she comes now. Hi Sarah."
"Hi, guys. **So I ran faster
but it caught me here
yes my loyalties turned
like my ankle in the seventh grade
running after Billy
running after the rain...**"
They loose the rest of what she was singing because she was walking away from them.
Catherine comes up to them a few moments after Sarah had left.
"Why was Miss Donovan singing "Precious Things" by Tori Amos while looking for more gloves?"
"She's cleaning a room that is going to be converted soon."
"That doesn't explain the singing though."
"Maybe she sings while she works, instead of whistles." said Nick.
Sarah comes back into view, still singing. "**Snow can wait I forgot my mittens
wipe my nose get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hands in my father's glove
I run off where the drifts get deeper...**" and goes back into the room she was cleaning.
"She's good. What's she doing as a cleaner when she should be a recording artist? Or at least work in the recording industry."
"I don't know, Nick." Catherine says. "Maybe she hasn't been in the right place at the right time yet. Or maybe that isn't what she wants to do."
Chapter Three
~Main character's POV~
I see them again as I pass them in the hall, and I'm reminded about the conversation I had with Grissom. I asked him out. I asked him out. What am I, nuts? Why in the hell did I ask im out? Oh, God! I asked him out! Why did I ask him out? He's obviously going to say no. Why would he say yes to me? He probably has a girlfriend already. Or a wife. But I didn't see a ring. That doesn't mean anything though. It would probably interfere with his work.
I close the door behind me again and get back to cleaning in ernest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Later, in Grissom's office~
~Grissom's POV~
She asked me out. A girl almost half my age asked me out. Most men my age would probably see this as a good thing. It would also be a major boost to an older mans ego, but I don't know. She and I have hardly said one word to each other since that first incedent with two of my people mistaking her for a lab tech. I did notice that she was cute, but I didn't think she would think the same of me. And she asked me, at our second meeting, out of the blue, to go to breakfast or dinner with her.
I'd like to know why she asked me instead of one of the younger men around here. There is only one that is the closest to her age though, and that is Greg. I don't know that she has met him yet, though.
Next would be Nick. She's met him, but he and Sara were bothering her, so she probably wouldn't ask him unless his looks got to her.
And last is Warrick. I don't believe she has met him either.
Perhaps I should introduce her to those two. If I do though, I won't be going out with her.
Do I want to go out with her? I don't know. It would be a good way to get to know her, but would it be just a fling with her? Or does she want something deeper? If she does, there are plenty of other people she could set her sights on. So why me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Authors POV~
Sarah was scrubbing the floor and singing a song from an entirely diffrent band altogether when Grissom walked back into te room that she was cleaning.
"**When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the Vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left top feel
Nothing to loose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own
Chorus: I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've heald so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
I want to heal
I want to Feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
so what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own
Chorus
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
Amd I will break away
I'll find myself today
Chorus
I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewherre I belong**"
As she finishes the song, she puts the scrub brush into a bucket of soapy water, and looks at the door. "Oh, Hi! Hold on a sec, and I'll be right with you." She leaves the brush in the bucket, takes off her gloves, and takes off the headphones. She stands up and streaches, bones, joints and vertebra popping as she does.
She walkes over to him as she says, "So, what can I do for you?"
"About what you said earlier..."
She puts her hand up, stopping him from continuing. "Wait, let me guess. You already have a girlfriend?"
He loks confused but answers, "No."
"You have a wife?"
"No."
"You have a boyfriend or husband?"
"No."
"You don't want to go out with me, and are going to try to introduce me to someone closer to my own age?"
"I thought about doing that, yes, but..."
"You think you're too old, or I'm to young, for us to be going out with each other. You're probably also wondering if this would be just a fling for me, or something more. You also might be wondering why I want to go out with you instead of someone else since there are thousands of oter people out here that I might be interested in."
"Did we already have this discussion? If we did, I don't remember."
She chuckled and then answered, "No, but apparently our minds work along the same lines. These are the many and varied things I came up with as the reasons you weren't going to go out with me. And the thoughts you might have had that would dissuade you from going out with me."
"That was a remarkable peice of deductive reasoning. Why aren't you a police woman? Or a part of some other law enforcement agancy."
"Well, first and foremost, I don't want to be a cop. Second, my education is not what it could be at the moment, and I do not wish to change that at this point in time. Third, I wish to be a published writer. And fourth, I'm good a cleaning, and I like to do it. But we've gotten off of the original subject. Are you going to go out with me? Yes, or no?"
"I wave a queastion or two first, before I give any definite answer. Why do you want to go out with me instead of one of the other gentlemen here?"
"When I first saw you I thought you were very nice looking. Then I heard you talking. I like the way your voice sounds. You have an interesting accent. Also, you seem like a very interesting person, and I would like to get to know you. And for the last part of your question, the other gentlemen here seem nice enough, but I would rather try to be friends with them instead of starting a romantic relationsip."
He nods. "That does answer my question."
"Did you have any others?"
"Do you like Italian?"
Sarah grins, "I love it. I've even made Manacotti before."
"When would you be free to go?"
"Today I get off as soon as I finish cleaning this room. I think they might do something else to it other than just put tables and computers in. But I'm not sure what. For all I know they might tear down a wall to make extra room n here. And I would need to shower before we could go which would probably mean that we should go tomorrow, when I'm not going to need massave ammounts of sleep and a hot bath to ease aching muscles."
"Shall we go tomorrow before we come to work?"
"That would be lovely. Where should I meet you?"
"I thought I would come pick you up."
"Alright. I live at the Rosewood Apartments."
"Where would you like to go?"
"I believe you have an Italian restaurant somewhere called Romano's Macaroni Grill?"
"Yes, it's on Sahara Avenue I believe."
"I've been to one where I used to live, and I liked them. Would you mind if we went there?"
"Not at all. Shall I come get you at five tomorrow?"
"That should be fine. Oh, I'll be bringing a change of clothes with me to change into here. Otherwise I'd be waring jeens with holes in them and a threadbare shirt to dinner."
"That's fine."
"I guess I'll see you tomoorrow then. Have fun catching chriminals."
"Have fun cleaning." And he walked out as she pulled the headphones back on and went back to cleaning.
Chapter Four
~The next day, half an hour until five.~
~Author's POV~
The woman lying in the bed had long dark curly hair that was streamming out across the pillow. She was slowly waking up when the alarm on her watch turned on.
She grumbles as she fumbles around trying to find the watch. She finally grabs it up from in front of the clock radio on the bedside table. She brings the watch up close to er face as she pushes the little light button so she can see the time.
"Four thirty? Why did I set this for now?"
She had to think for a minute, because she was most definitely not a morning person.
"Oh, yeah. I have a date with Grissom in half an hour." She moves to get up and the black and white cat jumps down from beside her.
"Bathroom, gotta get to the bathroom. Move it cat!" She steps around the cat and gets in the batroom. When she gets out she sits back on the bed and pulls her hair up out of her face and into a clip. She then puts on her glasses, and looks slightly more awake, now that she can see.
She gets up and puts a sarong on, and heads into the kitchen area. She gets out a can of Diet Root Beer and takes a drink.
"It's a good thing that I packed my bag yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have any time this morning. Afternoon. Whatever."
She ten procedes to go back into the bedroom, patting the cat as she passes it. Out of her closet she pulls out a light purple colored short sleeved silk shirt, and a dark blue calf length skirt that is split on both sides to the knees. She then strips and puts on a white bra, the shirt and the skirt. She then finds a pair of shoes that used to belong to her mother. They were old, but still looked good. They were dark blue with a white sole and white braiding on the edges. They were also open toed, and had a strap that went above her heel and over the top of her foot. It's sort of amazing that they fit, since she wares a size ten, and her mother wares a size eight and a half to nine. These were a size nine.
They went perfectly with her skirt. They also made her three inches taller tan she normally was. Which made her six feet tall with them on and five feet ten inches normally.
"These are going to kill me later, but they look good with the outfit, so they're stayin' on."
She then procedes to put on some light purple eyesadow, and some powder and some lip gloss that said the color was sea shell. She then sprayed a little lavender cologne on and then got her bag, her fanny pak/purse, her keyes and then she was out the door.
~author switches from Sarah to Grissom~
In the car Grissom is talking to himself. "I'm glad I work nights. The traffic isn't nearly this bad when I go to work. I should be close to her apartment. Ah, yes, there's the turn in. It's a good thing I live close to here."
Grissom turns into the entrance of the apartment complex where Sarah is supposed to live. He sees a woman decending the stairs of one of the buildings and heads over there. It is indeed Sarah Donovan.
He parks and gets out of the car. "Would you like for me to take the bag?"
"Huh?" She finally looks up at who adressed her. "Oh! no, I've got it." He opens the back door so she can put her bag in. "Thanks."
"You look nice."
She looks at him, blushing slightly, and says, "Thank you. You look nice as well. Shall we go?"
"Yes." He opens her door for her, and she gets in. When he gets in she turns to him. "So, do you want to do some of the 'get to know you' question and answers now, or do you want to wait until we're at the restaurant?"
He chuckles. "We can do some now. Do you wish to start, or shall I?"
"You already know more about me than I know about you, so I'll ask the first queston." She is silent for a moment as she thinks. "OK, what genre of music do you listen to most?"
"Clasical."
"What are you reading right now?"
"A book on entomology."
"The study of insects?"
He glanced at her briefly. "Yes."
"You seem surprized that I know what entomology is."
"Not many people like entomology."
"Ah, but I don't like it either. I just knew what it was. So, what bug are you reading on right now?"
"Flies and beetles are the ones I mainly read about, but right now I'm reading about ants."
"OK. when you get to carpenter ants, let me know. I like watching them when a show on them comes on."
"What are some of your other interests?"
"Oh, so it's my turn for the inquisition is it? Alright. My interests at the moment are Egyptology, archaeology, and anchient cultures. I also watch strange shows that have interesting bits of information."
"Such as?"
"Such as, in anchient Egypt there was no written word for virgin."
"Really? That is interesting."
"Yup. And there was a plant on Lesbos that worked so well as a birth controle agent, like the pill today, that it no longer exists. That plant is now extinct."
"Hmm. That's interesting."
"I'm just full of little fatoids like that. Useless bits of information some might say. I watch too many things on TV that have stuff like that on them."
"And where did you see those two bits of information?"
"I saw that on a show called 'History of Sex: Ancient Civilization' on the History Channel. They then showed what was next in the series, but they haven't put it on the schedule for airing. I went looking on their site the next day. The title of the next part was going to be 'The Eastern World'. I don't think they are going to show it at all."
"And Egypt?"
"Oh, lets see. Ramses II wrote that he had over one hundred children. One Egyptologist believes she has found Nephertiti, but others are sceptical and want to wait until they have DNA tests done. Egyptians wore perfumed wax cones that they wore on their heads, and as the heat of the day got worse the cone melted and the oils spilled down into their hair. My Turn. Are you allergic to cats?"
"No. Who's your favorite artist?"
"As in painter? Royo."
"Who is that?"
"Oh, he's a Science Fiction and Fantasy artist. He's done a bunch of covers for books, and he has calendars made with his art. The main thing he draws is beautiful women. He's from Spain and I believe he still lives there. If you want I'll bring a book for you to look at."
"You don't need to, but I will certainly look at it to see what he draws if you do."
"Okay. Now for the big question. I probably shouldn't ask it before our first date, but I need to know. Do you want to keep our going out together quiet for now, or are you going to tell your friends and coworkers from the first?"
He looks thoughtful for a moment and then answers, "Let's keep it between us for now. They'd have a collective heart attack if they even suspected I might be going out with someone."
"Alright. What are we going to tell them if they notice that I came in to work with you at the same time?"
"I live close enough to you that I could pick you up to bing you to work every day."
"Ah, but would you want to see me every day?" She laughs for a moment, then continues. "Actually it would be nice not to take taxies every day."
"You take the taxies every day?"
"If I want to get to work I do. Either that or the bus, but I don't know the system yet."
"Well, then. We now have a legitimate reason. I'll be bringing you to work every day."
"Hey! You don't need to do that. I can take the cabs. Heck, they might give me a discount soon since I'm going to be using them all te time.."
"No, I will come pick you up and take you to work. Every day, for as long as you work at the CSI building."
"You're nuts; you know that?"
"Why, thank you."
She snorts, and shakes her head. "If that's what you want to do, I'll help pay for gas. And don't tell me I don't need to do that, because I do!"
"If you feel you must."
Title:
Author: Sarah R.
Fandom: CSI
Rating: none at the moment
Disclaimer: All characters from CSI belong to other people, that are not me. All places/properties I name are not mine either. The songs used herein also do not belong to me. In chapter Two, they are by Tori Amos.InChapter Three they belong to Linkin Park.
Warning: Mary Sue that coincides with Scribe's "CSI: Gorgeous Stud, or Someone Else With the Initials G.S." Also, Grissom might be slightle OOC. I'm not used to writing someone like him, and there is a part where he migfht be very OOC to some people.
Author's Note: I have a different version of this story started, but it's taking a turn away from Scribe's story. So much so that it would not work. So I've started this one instead. I will be taking most parts of the other story and put them in here, but not all of it.
Author Note #2: The name Donovan is Irish and is a combination of the words Brown and Black(If you go by the original spelling). Lyrics can be found in between here **....**
Chapter One
~at least half a year before scribe's story starts~
~main character's POV~
I knocked on the door that I had not seen any of the people that were bothering me come from. I was hoping it was their boss or leader. Maybe he can make them stop interrupting me.
I hear a faint "Enter." from the inside and open the door. A very nice looking older man was sitting behind the desk. "Yes," he asks. "How may I help you?"
"Are you the leader or boss of the people that work in these offices?"
"Yes.." He's confused. I understand completely. He's never seen me before, and I'm asking about this place and it's people.
"I was in one of the smaller labs and a few of your people asked me to do something for them, and I'm not a technician or scientist and I'm just here to clean and they're bothering me every few minutes asking about their stuff, and no one explained what they wanted and I just want them to leave me alone to do what I came here to do and can you make them stop bothering me?" I said all of that in one breath and very fast. I waited while he processed what I had said and waited for his response.
"You were in one of the smaller labs on this level?"
"Yes."
"You were cleaning?"
"I was trying to."
"And a few of my people are the ones bothering you?"
"I think they're yours. I'm not to sure but one was a skinny brunette lady with an annoying voice and she just asked if I was new here, and when I said yes, she handed me some files and stuff in bags and asked me do work on that and then a tall brunette guy came in and asked me the same thing that the brunette lady did and asked me to do some stuff for him as well and they won't leave me alone and I want them to."
"Was there anyone in the larger lab?"
"I didn't see anyone, but I'm not sure."
He stood up and came out from behind the desk. "Why don't you come with me and we'll see if we can find these two and I'll tell them to stop bothering you."
"If they would have just told me what they wanted, and explained I probably could have done some of it, but I'm not a scientist or technician and I don't know how to work the equipment and it's not my job anyway."
"As I said, we'll find them and I'll make them stop bothering you."
"Thanks um.. If you don't mind, what's your name, sir?"
"I'm Gil Grissom. And you?"
"Sarah Donovan."
"It's nice to meet you Miss Donovan."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well, even if it isn't under the best of circumstances."
He leads me out into the hall and we run into one of the people that has been bothering me.
"Mr. Grissom, there's one of them."
"Thank you. Oh, Nick! Could you come here a moment?"
"Hey Gris. Oh, hi to you too.."
"Sarah, Sarah Donovan. Your newest cleaning lady."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were one of the new techs. I'll take my stuff to one and be out of your hair."
"Does that mean you'll stop bothering me every few minutes now?"
Nick chuckles. "Yeah, I'll stop botherin' you now."
"Good! Thanks. Bye!" I drag Grissom off so we could find the other person that's been bugging me.
"Where do you think we'll find the other one?" I ask.
"If she isn't in the room you were in, she will probably be talking with the other members of our team."
"And who are they?"
"The one we are looking for is most likely Sara Sidle, the one you just met is Nick Stokes, there is also Warrick Brown, and the last of my team is Catherine Willows. And our regular technician is Greg Sanders. He can usually be found in the larger lab. Our boss is Captain Jim Brass. And last, but not least, is our Forensic pathologist is Dr. Al Robbins."
"I'm not going into the morgue, but thanks for the name of the man that runs it."
"You're welcome. And this is Catherine Willows. Catherine, this is Sarah Donovan, our newest cleaning person."
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well."
"Catherine, do you know where Sara is?"
Catherine blinked at that. She must be trying to remember that there is another Sara here. "I last saw her going to the labs."
"Thank you. I'll be back in my office in about fifteen minutes if there's anything that is needed." The two then left Catherine and headed back to the labs. They found Sara heading out of the smaller lab with an angry look on ger face. When she saw them it disappeared.
"Ah, Sara. We were just looking for you."
"You found something?"
"No. I'm not a lab tech. I'm the cleaner."
"Sara Sidle, Sarah Donovan. Sara, Sarah needs to get back to her cleaning, could you stop bothering her now?"
"Uh, yeah. I'll give the stuff to Greg, now that he's back in the lab. But I thought you..."
"That I was a lab tech? Sorry, no."
"But you were waring gloves and had one of the tubes..."
"It was lying in the middle of the counter and it didn't have a label. It also looked like there wasn't anything in it, I was seeing if that was true. I was going to find someplace to put it until I had finished cleaning the table when you came in and handed me your stuff."
"Oh. Well, I'll just get that and go then. Sorry for bothering you."
"That's ok. Bye."
After Sara ad left Sarah turned to Grissom. "Thank you for helping me find those two, and for listening to me rant."
"It was my pleasure. Is there anything else you need?"
"Need? No. I think that about covered all that was bugging me. Anyway, thanks again. And if there's anything you need from me, just come calling."
"I'll be sure to do that." Just as he had reached the door, Sarah asked one last question.
"Mr. Grissom, if you don't mind me asking something personal, who named you Gil and why?"
"My father. He and I like to fish, so he named me Gil."
"That makes sense. Thanks for answering. I get the feeling not many people ask, and that you don't explain it much."
"You're quite right, I don't explain it much. Good evening, Miss Donovan."
"A good evening to you as well, Mr. Grissom. Mayhap we'll see each other again at a later date."
"Maybe we will." he says as he walks out the door and back to his office.
Chapter Two
~at least a week after the above scene~
~Author POV~
Nick pops his head in Grissom's door, "Hey, Gris, do you know if either of the girls sing in second soprano? And do it well, for that matter."
Gil Grissom raises an eyebrow at the question. "Not to my knowledge, but I haven't heard any of them sing before. Why do you want to know?"
"Someone's singing in that recently closed off room."
"Really. How interesting. I'll check it out." Grissom heads off to the room Nick indicated. He knocked first, but the person didn't even pause in their singing, or acknowledge the knock. He opened the door to see Sarah Donovan scrubbing down the walls, with headphones on as she sang along with what she was listening to.
**From in the shadow she calls
and in the shadow she finds a way finds a way
and in the shadow she CRAWLS
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
yes with a message for my heart
chorus: she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybode else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the bluebells can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
but I've cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree
Chorus
rushin' rivers thread so thin
limitation dreams with flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores
too safe in their coats my dots
and in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why "sit on the chair and be good now"
and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'
Chorus
**
As the song ends Grissom clears his throat. Sarah pushes the headphones off as she turns toward the door. "Oh, hi. Did you need something?"
"No, not really. Nick was wondering who was singing and I needed to see who was in this room."
"Ah. Well, as you can see, it was me on both counts. I was told to get this room clean before people started doing things in here in the hopes that they won't make too big of a mess for the clean room."
"Clean room?"
"Yeah. This is supposed to be a clean room for computers."
"Ah. So we're finally getting our own computer tech. Good, we need one."
"Is there anything else you want to know? I need to get back to cleaning."
"I believe that was all I needed. Thank you."
"No problem. If you want another free concert, just come back in and stay by the door. If you'd like to go out with me to breakfast or dinner I'll be here for another three hours."
"I'll keep that in mind." he said as she put her headphones back on, and turned back to the wall.
He left the room as she started another song.
**Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again...**
As Grissom heads back to his office, he runs into Nick. "The person you heard was Sarah Donovan. She was told to clean that room."
"Ah. OK." He looks over Grissoms shoulder, "And here she comes now. Hi Sarah."
"Hi, guys. **So I ran faster
but it caught me here
yes my loyalties turned
like my ankle in the seventh grade
running after Billy
running after the rain...**"
They loose the rest of what she was singing because she was walking away from them.
Catherine comes up to them a few moments after Sarah had left.
"Why was Miss Donovan singing "Precious Things" by Tori Amos while looking for more gloves?"
"She's cleaning a room that is going to be converted soon."
"That doesn't explain the singing though."
"Maybe she sings while she works, instead of whistles." said Nick.
Sarah comes back into view, still singing. "**Snow can wait I forgot my mittens
wipe my nose get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hands in my father's glove
I run off where the drifts get deeper...**" and goes back into the room she was cleaning.
"She's good. What's she doing as a cleaner when she should be a recording artist? Or at least work in the recording industry."
"I don't know, Nick." Catherine says. "Maybe she hasn't been in the right place at the right time yet. Or maybe that isn't what she wants to do."
Chapter Three
~Main character's POV~
I see them again as I pass them in the hall, and I'm reminded about the conversation I had with Grissom. I asked him out. I asked him out. What am I, nuts? Why in the hell did I ask im out? Oh, God! I asked him out! Why did I ask him out? He's obviously going to say no. Why would he say yes to me? He probably has a girlfriend already. Or a wife. But I didn't see a ring. That doesn't mean anything though. It would probably interfere with his work.
I close the door behind me again and get back to cleaning in ernest.
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~Later, in Grissom's office~
~Grissom's POV~
She asked me out. A girl almost half my age asked me out. Most men my age would probably see this as a good thing. It would also be a major boost to an older mans ego, but I don't know. She and I have hardly said one word to each other since that first incedent with two of my people mistaking her for a lab tech. I did notice that she was cute, but I didn't think she would think the same of me. And she asked me, at our second meeting, out of the blue, to go to breakfast or dinner with her.
I'd like to know why she asked me instead of one of the younger men around here. There is only one that is the closest to her age though, and that is Greg. I don't know that she has met him yet, though.
Next would be Nick. She's met him, but he and Sara were bothering her, so she probably wouldn't ask him unless his looks got to her.
And last is Warrick. I don't believe she has met him either.
Perhaps I should introduce her to those two. If I do though, I won't be going out with her.
Do I want to go out with her? I don't know. It would be a good way to get to know her, but would it be just a fling with her? Or does she want something deeper? If she does, there are plenty of other people she could set her sights on. So why me?
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~Authors POV~
Sarah was scrubbing the floor and singing a song from an entirely diffrent band altogether when Grissom walked back into te room that she was cleaning.
"**When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the Vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left top feel
Nothing to loose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own
Chorus: I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've heald so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
I want to heal
I want to Feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
so what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own
Chorus
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
Amd I will break away
I'll find myself today
Chorus
I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewherre I belong**"
As she finishes the song, she puts the scrub brush into a bucket of soapy water, and looks at the door. "Oh, Hi! Hold on a sec, and I'll be right with you." She leaves the brush in the bucket, takes off her gloves, and takes off the headphones. She stands up and streaches, bones, joints and vertebra popping as she does.
She walkes over to him as she says, "So, what can I do for you?"
"About what you said earlier..."
She puts her hand up, stopping him from continuing. "Wait, let me guess. You already have a girlfriend?"
He loks confused but answers, "No."
"You have a wife?"
"No."
"You have a boyfriend or husband?"
"No."
"You don't want to go out with me, and are going to try to introduce me to someone closer to my own age?"
"I thought about doing that, yes, but..."
"You think you're too old, or I'm to young, for us to be going out with each other. You're probably also wondering if this would be just a fling for me, or something more. You also might be wondering why I want to go out with you instead of someone else since there are thousands of oter people out here that I might be interested in."
"Did we already have this discussion? If we did, I don't remember."
She chuckled and then answered, "No, but apparently our minds work along the same lines. These are the many and varied things I came up with as the reasons you weren't going to go out with me. And the thoughts you might have had that would dissuade you from going out with me."
"That was a remarkable peice of deductive reasoning. Why aren't you a police woman? Or a part of some other law enforcement agancy."
"Well, first and foremost, I don't want to be a cop. Second, my education is not what it could be at the moment, and I do not wish to change that at this point in time. Third, I wish to be a published writer. And fourth, I'm good a cleaning, and I like to do it. But we've gotten off of the original subject. Are you going to go out with me? Yes, or no?"
"I wave a queastion or two first, before I give any definite answer. Why do you want to go out with me instead of one of the other gentlemen here?"
"When I first saw you I thought you were very nice looking. Then I heard you talking. I like the way your voice sounds. You have an interesting accent. Also, you seem like a very interesting person, and I would like to get to know you. And for the last part of your question, the other gentlemen here seem nice enough, but I would rather try to be friends with them instead of starting a romantic relationsip."
He nods. "That does answer my question."
"Did you have any others?"
"Do you like Italian?"
Sarah grins, "I love it. I've even made Manacotti before."
"When would you be free to go?"
"Today I get off as soon as I finish cleaning this room. I think they might do something else to it other than just put tables and computers in. But I'm not sure what. For all I know they might tear down a wall to make extra room n here. And I would need to shower before we could go which would probably mean that we should go tomorrow, when I'm not going to need massave ammounts of sleep and a hot bath to ease aching muscles."
"Shall we go tomorrow before we come to work?"
"That would be lovely. Where should I meet you?"
"I thought I would come pick you up."
"Alright. I live at the Rosewood Apartments."
"Where would you like to go?"
"I believe you have an Italian restaurant somewhere called Romano's Macaroni Grill?"
"Yes, it's on Sahara Avenue I believe."
"I've been to one where I used to live, and I liked them. Would you mind if we went there?"
"Not at all. Shall I come get you at five tomorrow?"
"That should be fine. Oh, I'll be bringing a change of clothes with me to change into here. Otherwise I'd be waring jeens with holes in them and a threadbare shirt to dinner."
"That's fine."
"I guess I'll see you tomoorrow then. Have fun catching chriminals."
"Have fun cleaning." And he walked out as she pulled the headphones back on and went back to cleaning.
Chapter Four
~The next day, half an hour until five.~
~Author's POV~
The woman lying in the bed had long dark curly hair that was streamming out across the pillow. She was slowly waking up when the alarm on her watch turned on.
She grumbles as she fumbles around trying to find the watch. She finally grabs it up from in front of the clock radio on the bedside table. She brings the watch up close to er face as she pushes the little light button so she can see the time.
"Four thirty? Why did I set this for now?"
She had to think for a minute, because she was most definitely not a morning person.
"Oh, yeah. I have a date with Grissom in half an hour." She moves to get up and the black and white cat jumps down from beside her.
"Bathroom, gotta get to the bathroom. Move it cat!" She steps around the cat and gets in the batroom. When she gets out she sits back on the bed and pulls her hair up out of her face and into a clip. She then puts on her glasses, and looks slightly more awake, now that she can see.
She gets up and puts a sarong on, and heads into the kitchen area. She gets out a can of Diet Root Beer and takes a drink.
"It's a good thing that I packed my bag yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have any time this morning. Afternoon. Whatever."
She ten procedes to go back into the bedroom, patting the cat as she passes it. Out of her closet she pulls out a light purple colored short sleeved silk shirt, and a dark blue calf length skirt that is split on both sides to the knees. She then strips and puts on a white bra, the shirt and the skirt. She then finds a pair of shoes that used to belong to her mother. They were old, but still looked good. They were dark blue with a white sole and white braiding on the edges. They were also open toed, and had a strap that went above her heel and over the top of her foot. It's sort of amazing that they fit, since she wares a size ten, and her mother wares a size eight and a half to nine. These were a size nine.
They went perfectly with her skirt. They also made her three inches taller tan she normally was. Which made her six feet tall with them on and five feet ten inches normally.
"These are going to kill me later, but they look good with the outfit, so they're stayin' on."
She then procedes to put on some light purple eyesadow, and some powder and some lip gloss that said the color was sea shell. She then sprayed a little lavender cologne on and then got her bag, her fanny pak/purse, her keyes and then she was out the door.
~author switches from Sarah to Grissom~
In the car Grissom is talking to himself. "I'm glad I work nights. The traffic isn't nearly this bad when I go to work. I should be close to her apartment. Ah, yes, there's the turn in. It's a good thing I live close to here."
Grissom turns into the entrance of the apartment complex where Sarah is supposed to live. He sees a woman decending the stairs of one of the buildings and heads over there. It is indeed Sarah Donovan.
He parks and gets out of the car. "Would you like for me to take the bag?"
"Huh?" She finally looks up at who adressed her. "Oh! no, I've got it." He opens the back door so she can put her bag in. "Thanks."
"You look nice."
She looks at him, blushing slightly, and says, "Thank you. You look nice as well. Shall we go?"
"Yes." He opens her door for her, and she gets in. When he gets in she turns to him. "So, do you want to do some of the 'get to know you' question and answers now, or do you want to wait until we're at the restaurant?"
He chuckles. "We can do some now. Do you wish to start, or shall I?"
"You already know more about me than I know about you, so I'll ask the first queston." She is silent for a moment as she thinks. "OK, what genre of music do you listen to most?"
"Clasical."
"What are you reading right now?"
"A book on entomology."
"The study of insects?"
He glanced at her briefly. "Yes."
"You seem surprized that I know what entomology is."
"Not many people like entomology."
"Ah, but I don't like it either. I just knew what it was. So, what bug are you reading on right now?"
"Flies and beetles are the ones I mainly read about, but right now I'm reading about ants."
"OK. when you get to carpenter ants, let me know. I like watching them when a show on them comes on."
"What are some of your other interests?"
"Oh, so it's my turn for the inquisition is it? Alright. My interests at the moment are Egyptology, archaeology, and anchient cultures. I also watch strange shows that have interesting bits of information."
"Such as?"
"Such as, in anchient Egypt there was no written word for virgin."
"Really? That is interesting."
"Yup. And there was a plant on Lesbos that worked so well as a birth controle agent, like the pill today, that it no longer exists. That plant is now extinct."
"Hmm. That's interesting."
"I'm just full of little fatoids like that. Useless bits of information some might say. I watch too many things on TV that have stuff like that on them."
"And where did you see those two bits of information?"
"I saw that on a show called 'History of Sex: Ancient Civilization' on the History Channel. They then showed what was next in the series, but they haven't put it on the schedule for airing. I went looking on their site the next day. The title of the next part was going to be 'The Eastern World'. I don't think they are going to show it at all."
"And Egypt?"
"Oh, lets see. Ramses II wrote that he had over one hundred children. One Egyptologist believes she has found Nephertiti, but others are sceptical and want to wait until they have DNA tests done. Egyptians wore perfumed wax cones that they wore on their heads, and as the heat of the day got worse the cone melted and the oils spilled down into their hair. My Turn. Are you allergic to cats?"
"No. Who's your favorite artist?"
"As in painter? Royo."
"Who is that?"
"Oh, he's a Science Fiction and Fantasy artist. He's done a bunch of covers for books, and he has calendars made with his art. The main thing he draws is beautiful women. He's from Spain and I believe he still lives there. If you want I'll bring a book for you to look at."
"You don't need to, but I will certainly look at it to see what he draws if you do."
"Okay. Now for the big question. I probably shouldn't ask it before our first date, but I need to know. Do you want to keep our going out together quiet for now, or are you going to tell your friends and coworkers from the first?"
He looks thoughtful for a moment and then answers, "Let's keep it between us for now. They'd have a collective heart attack if they even suspected I might be going out with someone."
"Alright. What are we going to tell them if they notice that I came in to work with you at the same time?"
"I live close enough to you that I could pick you up to bing you to work every day."
"Ah, but would you want to see me every day?" She laughs for a moment, then continues. "Actually it would be nice not to take taxies every day."
"You take the taxies every day?"
"If I want to get to work I do. Either that or the bus, but I don't know the system yet."
"Well, then. We now have a legitimate reason. I'll be bringing you to work every day."
"Hey! You don't need to do that. I can take the cabs. Heck, they might give me a discount soon since I'm going to be using them all te time.."
"No, I will come pick you up and take you to work. Every day, for as long as you work at the CSI building."
"You're nuts; you know that?"
"Why, thank you."
She snorts, and shakes her head. "If that's what you want to do, I'll help pay for gas. And don't tell me I don't need to do that, because I do!"
"If you feel you must."
