A Few Days Chapter 12

Grissom made his plane. He also learned that San Francisco to Las Vegas flights occurred every hour of the day. He would be back, soon.

As the plane lifted, he realized he had no phone number for Sara Sidle. He did not know her address. He did know her boss. He knew where she worked. He shook his head and began to laugh as the guy in the seat next to him gave him a funny look.

He leaned his seat back and closed his eyes. Sara Sidle, he thought, had slipped into his conscious with her easy, innocent ways—and smart, too. He could list a dozen reasons not to see her again. He thought of her smile, the way she curled against his body, how she glanced at him when she thought he wasn't looking, of her giggle. He would return.

His fingers reached into the pocket of his shirt to find the ribbon from the box. This was the physical evidence of their meeting, meaning nothing to anyone else. But in his mind—he thought of Shakespeare and Helena of A Midsummer Night's Dream, "love looks not with eyes but with the mind." He chuckled again before he slept. His mind would not forget her.

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Catherine was already working the scene by the time he arrived. City bus had hit a pedestrian crossing a dark street; the driver sat inside an ambulance, the pedestrian had no need for treatment.

"Hi! You're home." Catherine's greeting was always one of a good friend—a very good friend.

"Yeah. Just got in."

"Good meeting? Good food? Did you have fun? Oh, why do I always ask that. Gil, do you ever have fun?" Her questions came so rapid and he knew she really expected no answers.

He bent to her level beside the man's body. "Good meeting. San Francisco is a nice city. I might go back again." He pulled a glove on his hand.

Catherine said, "It is beautiful." She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. She sang a few lines of an old song, "If you're going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair." She laughed. "You didn't wear flowers in your hair, did you? Of course not. Did you even notice a woman? Not! Gil, you got to open up, see the world. You don't want to wake up fifty-five years old and have no one, be some lonely workaholic."

Gil Grissom passed her a small evidence bag. She missed his smile as she returned to work.

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