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The first time Sara saw Grissom swim was in Costa Rica. Swimming wasn’t something you saw people do habitually, and for as long as she had known him, Sara had never heard him say that he went to the beach, lake, river, or pool - not to take a dip, at least. Nor, since the beginning of their relationship, had the two of them ever frequented such places together.
Yet, there he was, soaking in the Pacific Ocean with the confidence of a professional swimmer. He looked like he had done nothing else in his life but swim.
He was diving in and out of the water with the carefreeness of a child; he was gliding sinuously on the surface of the liquid that was so rare in Las Vegas with slow strokes; he was enjoying its wave massage belly up.
Sara stood watching him the whole time, as if hypnotized, until he, fulfilled, returned to shore.