Title: Don’t Cry Over Spilled Salt |
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The team sits around the table in the break room, eating while they discuss their respective cases. “Shit,” Sara says as she picks up the salt shaker she’s just knocked over. Then as if to escape notice, she quickly pinches a bit of the spilled salt between her thumb and index finger and sprinkles it over her left shoulder. “Sara,” Grissom says with a wry grin, “I never knew you were so superstitious.” “You know,” Greg says, “the Norwegian superstition
is that you will shed a tear for every grain of salt spilled.” He
seems almost sad as he says this, and Nick’s head tilts involuntarily,
the way it always does when he’s trying to figure something out.
Nick has been trying to figure Greg out from the day they met, and it’s
not as easy as one may think. Maybe someday he’ll get a chance
to dig a little deeper.
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