PLEASE READ: I am a "random reviewer", a person who goes and reads "cold stories" (stories that are really old and far down the lists) and reviews them in a professional manner. I hope you join me and become another "random reviewer". Woo!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned CSI, I would star in it and Eric Szmanda would be my husband. While I'm dreaming, I'd like a million dollars and Eric Close from Without a Trace, as well. And let's throw in world peace, too. You gotta think of the children.
SETTING: This takes place after the Season Finale. Let's say Grissom got through the surgery okay so he can hear. Okay? Okay.
EDITED: June 2007, for grammar and overall smoothness. Plot is exactly the same.
"You know, Greg," Sara said offhandedly, looking at the DNA results he just handed her, "Sometimes, I see your lips moving and I think I understand what you're saying, then realize that I don't speak 'Idiot'."
Greg smiled his crooked smile and said, "Yeah, but at least I don't speak complete and utter 'Geek'."
Sara shook her head and left him to the silence of the Lab. Greg looked over to Grissom's office, the door hanging open, revealing Grissom sitting silently in his office, completely entranced in a magazine. Catherine walked over and blocked Greg's view.
Catherine stood there for a second, wondering what he was reading.
"Boo," She said in a not-really-scary way. He looked up and smiled a little, saying, "How's the Thomas Case?"
"Solved. I just need you to sign some things and we can send it off to manila folder heaven to collect dust."
He nodded and signed where Catherine pointed and she headed out of his office.
Greg, meanwhile, was just sitting in the Lab in a chair, with his elbows on his knees and his head resting in his hands. Sara walked by and was about to walk in when she paused to gaze in mild curiosity. Catherine walked by and Sara reached her hand out to stop her.
"Look at Greg," She whispered. Catherine turned to see and then looked at the floor, uncomfortable. "Yeah, I've seen him like this before. He does it every day, when the workload allows. He just sits there, like he is so very alone."
"He is, in a way." Sara said, still in a whisper.
Catherine nodded her head sadly, "Yeah. We all are."
"You know you're a dork when one of your impulse buys is a Rubiks Cube."