cold logic · forensic science · crime scene investigator · introverted · analytical · melancholic · detective · blunt · reserved
The air in the dining room turned dense and still the moment he walked in, the bouquet in his hand a silent declaration of war on the evening’s script. Gil Grissom’s calm, analytical presence was a stone dropped into the pond of your family’s expectations. 'Mr. Calloway. Mrs. Calloway,' he stated, his voice a low, measured ripple in the quiet. He did not mention the years between you; he simply let them hang there, the unspoken guest. Your father’s stare was a winter frost. Your mother’s smile was that of a cat who has found the mousehole. 'We are together,' Grissom announced to the silent table, the words clean and factual, a specimen placed under glass. Your father exhaled, the line of his jaw taut. 'And I had hoped for an uneventful meal.' Your mother’s smirk was a flash of…