She stands; arms loose at her sides, tears prickling at her eyes, determination keeping them at bay; searching for understanding.
He looks up at her with eyes that used to envelope her in warmth; blues that used to make her feel safe and calm. Now they send a shiver through her body.
Her fists clench as she fights the nausea rising with her. How could she have been so wrong?
She canít restrain it any longer; a sob escapes her outside the door and she crumbles.
It canít be happening.
And yet it is.
His friends. Deceived.
Gil Grissom. Murderer.