(no subject)
The front door opens and Grissom enters the bar. His expression is neutral, his eyes hard, and his hands full of case files.
Some of them will probably look familiar to anyone who had been hounding Sara to sleep.
Bother at will, but mind the controlled fury.
Some of them will probably look familiar to anyone who had been hounding Sara to sleep.
Bother at will, but mind the controlled fury.