Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:07:56 GMT -5
It truely was amazing, the way a man who was usually quite composed could, with out even a moments notice, drop to his knees and crawl under a bush for... a bug. A beetle had flitted past him in the darkening twilight, and he had promptly launched after it, watching the little insect disappear into a bush.
He was still dressed in the suit he had given his lecture in to a group of bored looking college students. Very few of them probably cared about entimology, he knew, but they were here, and he was going to teach them something. If anything, he was going to get his lecture finished with out putting them to sleep. He'd ended with as much of a flourish as he could manage, received a sleepy applause, and collected his papers, stepping off the stage.
On his way back to his hotel room, that little beetle had snagged his attention.
His hands were dirty now, but he finally located the little insect and scooped it gently into the specimin jar in his right hand. The lid was replaced and he grinned at the tiny black spec amongst the dirt, resting his weight on his elbows.
"You know, Dr. Grissom, I'm not entirely sure suits are the best choice of clothing for your line of work." That sassy little comment actually made him grin, and he was fairly sure he recognized the voice. They'd just met a day earlier, but she'd been at all of his lessons since then and had certainly done a job of catching his attention. He'd always favored blondes, but there was something about her gap-toothed smile and way she took avid notes on the information that spewed endlessly from his mouth that made him reconsider that deep in the reserves of his mind.
As he rose, he smoothed out the grass stained suit pants, blue eyes flicking up to rest on Sara Sidle.
"I'll be sure to forward that to the coordinator of this whole thing, though I doubt that she would let me show up in jeans and hiking boots." He countered, smiling as he held up the jar for her to see. "I thought it was a beetle-"
"You were really wrong about identifying an insect?"
He wrinkled his nose at her, tilting his head. "It's getting dark. Honest mistake." As he spoke, the jar was suddenly illuminated with a yellow-green light.
"That's a lightning bug, Dr. Grissom." He laughed, nodding as he let his light blue eyes move to the flashing light, desperatly needing to look away from the cute college student in front of him.
"Yes. Do you want to keep him?" Slowly, he looked back up, stretching out his arm to offer the contained lightning bug to her.
He was still dressed in the suit he had given his lecture in to a group of bored looking college students. Very few of them probably cared about entimology, he knew, but they were here, and he was going to teach them something. If anything, he was going to get his lecture finished with out putting them to sleep. He'd ended with as much of a flourish as he could manage, received a sleepy applause, and collected his papers, stepping off the stage.
On his way back to his hotel room, that little beetle had snagged his attention.
His hands were dirty now, but he finally located the little insect and scooped it gently into the specimin jar in his right hand. The lid was replaced and he grinned at the tiny black spec amongst the dirt, resting his weight on his elbows.
"You know, Dr. Grissom, I'm not entirely sure suits are the best choice of clothing for your line of work." That sassy little comment actually made him grin, and he was fairly sure he recognized the voice. They'd just met a day earlier, but she'd been at all of his lessons since then and had certainly done a job of catching his attention. He'd always favored blondes, but there was something about her gap-toothed smile and way she took avid notes on the information that spewed endlessly from his mouth that made him reconsider that deep in the reserves of his mind.
As he rose, he smoothed out the grass stained suit pants, blue eyes flicking up to rest on Sara Sidle.
"I'll be sure to forward that to the coordinator of this whole thing, though I doubt that she would let me show up in jeans and hiking boots." He countered, smiling as he held up the jar for her to see. "I thought it was a beetle-"
"You were really wrong about identifying an insect?"
He wrinkled his nose at her, tilting his head. "It's getting dark. Honest mistake." As he spoke, the jar was suddenly illuminated with a yellow-green light.
"That's a lightning bug, Dr. Grissom." He laughed, nodding as he let his light blue eyes move to the flashing light, desperatly needing to look away from the cute college student in front of him.
"Yes. Do you want to keep him?" Slowly, he looked back up, stretching out his arm to offer the contained lightning bug to her.