"That was weird," said Brianna. She sat down on the bed in Grissom's room. The sodt comforter and sheets felt wonderful to her sore muscles. "Very weird. I get the sneaky feeling I'll wake up tomorrow and forget about this entire affair." She turned to Grissom, one eyebrow up. "By the way, what is a monologue?"
Grissom was taking off his shoes. "It's a monologue. It's...I dunno luv, it's a monologue. Sort of a personal speech for the sake o' talking. A literary device used by writers to explain characterization and plot through verbal and oral techniqes."
Brianna nodded. "I see."
Grissom always found Brianna's inquistive nature amusing. Mostly because he like being useful. He went on. "It's like the fourth wall."
"The what?"
"The fourth -- oh nevermind. I'll explain it to you some other time."
"Oh." Brianna shuffled uncomfortably on the bed. "I think they all know."
"About us?"
Brianna nodded. "Apparently Phil told Leslie. She called while you were downstairs. And I'm sure the team's figured it out."
"And this bothers you?" The bird nodded again. "It doesn't bother me."
"Ha. I don't know why it bothers me. It's just...between the team, and Leslie, and everyone else --" by this Brianna was thinking of her family back in Ireland "-- no one wants this to work out. I can tell that they..."
Grissom sat down behind Brianna, and she felt his lips at the bottom of her neck. "And you? What do you think, Bree? It's your happiness I concern meself with, not theirs."
Brianna smiled to herself. She'd have to ask about the fourth wall again...in the morning. "I think I'm making the dangerous choice of falling for you."
"Well," said Montag, pulling her back towards him. "No sense in falling by yourself, right luv?"
