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"After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains." --Walt Whitman
What was he doing out here?
Grissom wasn't sure anymore. Not in a worldly, existential way, but in a very practical what did I come out here for way that was also very Absent Minded Professor of him. He'd brought a jar, and so he suspected his original intent was either to catch more crickets for Bitsy (he wasn't trusting doctors with it anymore) or to catch the little frogs he'd been eying earlier. Not for the first time, he blessed and praised Sara deeply for allowing him to set up a zoo in the lab. Much of it was up to her, whether she knew it or not.
Whatever his original intention had been, Grissom now lay on his back in the sand, staring up at the stars. He couldn't name them anymore, not out here. The constellations were just off enough to be wrong. But there were millions and millions of stars, and when he was still, they turned over in the sky. It was reassuring to know at least that this was a world orbiting somewhere in a real universe.
The stars rolled across the sky and dragged his thoughts with them. The relief of Sara being well, his concern for Catherine and Nick, the sore spot where Greg had been. Goddammit, Greg, he thought, and not for the first time.
At first, he thought the sound of something coming towards him through the sand was a crab, but the pace was off, and he looked up.
What was he doing out here?
Grissom wasn't sure anymore. Not in a worldly, existential way, but in a very practical what did I come out here for way that was also very Absent Minded Professor of him. He'd brought a jar, and so he suspected his original intent was either to catch more crickets for Bitsy (he wasn't trusting doctors with it anymore) or to catch the little frogs he'd been eying earlier. Not for the first time, he blessed and praised Sara deeply for allowing him to set up a zoo in the lab. Much of it was up to her, whether she knew it or not.
Whatever his original intention had been, Grissom now lay on his back in the sand, staring up at the stars. He couldn't name them anymore, not out here. The constellations were just off enough to be wrong. But there were millions and millions of stars, and when he was still, they turned over in the sky. It was reassuring to know at least that this was a world orbiting somewhere in a real universe.
The stars rolled across the sky and dragged his thoughts with them. The relief of Sara being well, his concern for Catherine and Nick, the sore spot where Greg had been. Goddammit, Greg, he thought, and not for the first time.
At first, he thought the sound of something coming towards him through the sand was a crab, but the pace was off, and he looked up.