Title: Sticky
Evidence
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine…none of it…
A/N: My
response to the weekly Improv Challenge.
“Why is there Jell-O
here?” Greg asked,
a panicked look in his eye.
“Shut up, Greg…” Sara’s eyes darkened as she stared at the
lab-rat.
“Latex is better than
Jell-O…” Amusement was quickly replacing
his panic.
Sara crossed her arms over
the front of her lab-issued coveralls.
“Greg…think about it. If this were some bizarre sexual escapade
that I was involved in…would I be handing you
the evidence?”
“Maybe…” Greg chuckled.
His chuckle died as he
looked over Sara’s shoulder to see Grissom standing in the doorway. He did not look amused.
“Maybe not, Greg.” Grissom
walked into the room and placed his hand on the small of Sara’s back as he
glared at the young man. “How about you
do your job, process Sara’s blouse, and tell us exactly what we’re dealing
with.”
“Looks like Jell-O…”
Grissom’s eyes
narrowed. “Do we pay you to tell us what
substances look like?”
“Uh…no.”
“Process.”
He turned on his heel and
guided Sara out of the lab and towards his office. As he closed the office door, he smiled as
she slumped down onto the couch.
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah…it’s always fun to fall
into some unknown congealed substance while processing a crime scene.”
“Well, we know it’s not
blood. That’s a good thing.”
“I want to take a shower…”
“I know.” He smiled in understanding and knelt in front
of her. “Just let me make sure I have all
I need, okay?”
“You enjoy processing
me…”
He chuckled softly as his
gloved hand pulled a coated hair from her head.
“In more ways than one.”
His eyes met hers and he
offered her a wink. “For the record,
this is my least favorite manner in which to process
you.”
“Such a charmer…”
Grissom laughed as he
gathered the rest of the evidence that he had collected from the brunette. As he stood, he extended his hand to her to
help her up. She allowed him to pull her
from the couch as she continued to sulk.
“Go take a shower, honey.”
“Finished?”
He nodded slowly as his hand
came to a rest on her hip. “I’ll take
this to Greg, see what he has for us. Then we can go home…”
“Griss…I’m
sorry if I compromised any evidence at the scene.”
“Well, it’s not like you
intended to be clumsy and trip over a rock…”
Her eyes narrowed. “Shut up, Grissom…”
He laughed gently as she
left his office in search of warm water and plenty of soap and shampoo.
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“What do you have?”
Greg looked up at the owner
of the gruff voice. Seeing that
Grissom was obviously in no mood for his presentations, he handed the analysis
to him. “Bone glue…”
Grissom’s brow
furrowed. “Excuse me?”
“Bones are boiled – in this
case, animal bones – and then…”
“I know how bone glue is
made, Greg.”
“Well, whoever was making
this stuff likes variety.”
Grissom looked up from the
paper in his hand and raised an eyebrow at Greg. Greg smiled and shrugged his shoulders
nonchalantly.
“Who would make orange glue
out of bones?”
Grissom slid his glasses off
and shook his head slowly. “Who would
make any color glue out of bones…in the middle of a
residential neighborhood?”
“That’s your
department. I’m only here to tell you
that you have glue…made from bones…with various dyes to color
it orange…”
“It was a rhetorical
question, Greg.”
Grissom turned and stormed
out of the lab, leaving a confused Greg wondering what he had done wrong this
time.
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“Sara?”
“Yeah?” She ducked
her head under the warm spray to rinse the shampoo from her hair.
“We know what you fell in…”
She turned off the water and
stuck her hand out of the stall to grab her towel. “What is it?”
“Bone
glue.”
She wrapped the towel around
her slender body and stepped out of the shower.
She smiled as he gasped lightly at the sight.
“Bone glue?”
He nodded silently, unable
to form any words as his eyes travelled over her body.
“It was orange…”
“Colored.”
“It looked like gelatin…”
“Fresh.”
She smiled as he licked his
lips. “So, someone was in the wooded
area of a park…making glue out of bones?”
“Yeah.”
“Human?”
He finally looked into her
eyes, coughing lightly as he began to blush.
“Uh…no.
Not human.”
“Well, how about I get
dressed and then we go back out to see what else we can find?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Meet you in your office?”
“Okay.”
She chuckled softly as she
lightly pushed him towards the door.
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As they walked out of the
lab towards the black government-issued
He chuckled as she righted
herself and continued walking. “I can’t
believe I married such a clumsy woman.”
“Shut up, Grissom.” She stated quietly as she kicked the gravel
from her shoe.
~ End