[Otherways]
His phone rings. He answers with a gruff, "Grissom."
He listens intently. "That's a shame. She was a good CSI." There is no emotion behind the words.
"Did she have a will?" He takes off his glasses, sitting up in surprise. "She did what? Oh--I understand. Yes, that's very much like her. I'll take care of the memorial--oh, she's arranged for that already. Thank you for informing me. Goodbye."
He turns off his phone, rubbing at his face. "You named the child, Sara? You established a foundation in her name? You miscarried..."
Pain makes his face twist momentarily. "Rosalinda. Pretty Rose. What were you trying to say?"
He reaches into his desk, pulling out an old picture of them. He wipes off the dust.
"I'm sorry," he finally whispers.
Picture in hand, he walks out the door.
He listens intently. "That's a shame. She was a good CSI." There is no emotion behind the words.
"Did she have a will?" He takes off his glasses, sitting up in surprise. "She did what? Oh--I understand. Yes, that's very much like her. I'll take care of the memorial--oh, she's arranged for that already. Thank you for informing me. Goodbye."
He turns off his phone, rubbing at his face. "You named the child, Sara? You established a foundation in her name? You miscarried..."
Pain makes his face twist momentarily. "Rosalinda. Pretty Rose. What were you trying to say?"
He reaches into his desk, pulling out an old picture of them. He wipes off the dust.
"I'm sorry," he finally whispers.
Picture in hand, he walks out the door.