"Yes," is the clipped answer. "This way." And after a moment, Grissom looks at the other man. "Thank you. I...could see that was difficult for you."
He could also see something else there. A remnant of an expression that he used to wear whenever he had been around Sara. Wistfulness.
Don't be the fool I was.
The copter is on the roof of the building. Brass rattles off the approximate location to the pilot, giving up his seat for Jack. "We'll be following on the ground!" he shouts just before the pilot shuts the door. He watches the copter take off.
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Almost got it, Sara. Keep pounding. Keep pounding.
She raises her head above the water with effort, gulping in a few painful breaths.
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He could also see something else there. A remnant of an expression that he used to wear whenever he had been around Sara. Wistfulness.
Don't be the fool I was.
The copter is on the roof of the building. Brass rattles off the approximate location to the pilot, giving up his seat for Jack. "We'll be following on the ground!" he shouts just before the pilot shuts the door. He watches the copter take off.
--
Almost got it, Sara. Keep pounding. Keep pounding.
She raises her head above the water with effort, gulping in a few painful breaths.
Keep pounding.