Private Thoughts

Stupid stupid stupid, Sidle!

Yeah, Grissom has found his way to Milliways. That's no excuse for irresponsibility.

Do not go back to him again. He's not looking for a relationship and will only use you.

Don't let yourself be used.

And didn't you tell Indy you had your eye on someone here? Use your head and not your hormones!

Stupid, stupid, stupid...

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Sara Sidle has gone back to her room. And is feeling...giddy.

Sara Sidle and giddy do not generally belong in the same sentence. But it is an accurate reflection of her current emotional state of being.

Barry asked me to lunch tomorrow. He probably didn't mean it as a date but...

She glances at the mirror over her bureau. The woman she sees has unusual sparkles in her eyes.

I'll certainly enjoy it.

And she does enjoy her excitement, until another thought hits her.

What am I going to wear?! Never mind that--first things first: get rid of the hickies. Maybe the bar has a lotion or something.

She frowns as she considers it. I'll tell Barry...if he should ask. I just hope he won't think I'm loose or anything.

I'm not.

She hurries downstairs, makes a discreet inquiry, and goes back to her room with a bottle in hand. She applies the substance liberally, and sighs in relief when the marks fade away.

Getting back to business...what am I going to wear?