This takes place pre- Sara and Grissom having a relationship. It's old-school, I know, but I like these stories the best, so that's what I'm going to write. And, of course, I don't own any of these characters, or anything like that. It's too bad, though.

"See Sara. See Sara walk. See Sara Sip. See Sara Sit. See Sara Sleep. See Sara Sleep. See Sara Sleep…"

Grissom walked quickly into the lab. He had overslept. The first time in years. He hadn't overslept since the last time that he had been drinking too much the night before. True to form, he had been drinking too much last night. He didn't do it often, but boy did he go to town when he did it. The problem was that he was confused. And while he theoretically knew that confusion was the best place for a scientist to be, in reality he hadn't been truly bemused for years.

Did Sara love him? Did he love Sara? Of course he did. There was no question, but was she still available? He didn't know. He hadn't seen her in weeks. She had been in the lab, and he had given her assignments, but he didn't consider it seeing if he didn't engage in conversation. Not with her, anyways. He burst through the door into his office, hoping to grab the assignment slips and run to the break room. He stopped dead when two pairs of blue eyes, two pairs of brown eyes, and one pair of wonderfully warm, chocolate colored eyes stared him down. He looked down and coughed awkwardly.

He walked over to his desk and shuffled through the excess of paper, searching for the slips that were always on his desk. Somebody behind him started to laugh, and quickly tried to cover it with a cough. He turned to glare, but had nobody to glare at so seemed to concentrate extra hard on the stickers that Lindsey had put on his door years ago when she was still into that. Sara glanced at the door, wondering what was so fascinating about the pink "My Little Pony" collage.

"Gil, have you noticed that there are more people here than on your team?" Catherine's usual brazen tone was tempered by the obvious ring of laughter.

Grissom turned around again, remembering that they weren't all a team, and that Catherine was a supervisor now too. "Ah, right…so….why are all of you here?"

Catherine put her hands on her knees, sighed, and pushed herself up. "Gil, there was a very high profile case. We're all on it. Since you're never late, and we knew that you were already on your way so didn't feel the need to call you in. Of course, this is the second time ever that you had to be running late. Of course. " She clapped him on the back. "I'll meet you there."

Grissom watched her go. Warrick, Greg, and Nick followed her. Finally, it was only himself and Sara in the room. "Ah…" he really didn't have anything to say. "Hi…Do you have any details for me?"

Sarah smiled mysteriously and walked away. As she passed through the door, she turned her head and winked. Grissom officially couldn't breathe.

"Aren't you coming? By the way, I'll drive." She walked away with that confident gait of hers.

Grissom smiled. He loved a strong woman.

"Where are we going?" Grissom sat in the passengers seat, tapping his hands on his thighs in frustration. He wasn't used to relinquishing control at work.

Sara noticed, too. She knew that it was killing him to not be 'in the know'. He was her boss, though, she couldn't just not tell him. "Far, far away. In this direction."

"And its our jurisdiction how?"

"Well, I was working on that case you assigned me yesterday, the Dog Loving Old Man case, it was an accident by the way, he just tripped over a marble his grandson had left on the floor and had fallen on the gun by accident. He would have been fine if somebody had found him, but in his daughter's divorce the grandson only had a chance to visit every few weeks. Anyways, that's besides the point. In the backyard we found some blood. It was in the sandbox. It didn't have any common alleles with the grandfather, so we looked into it further. Turns out, it was the father of the grandson. The trick is, there was in total about 5 pints of blood. Obviously, the contributor was dead."

Grissom nodded. "makes sense. So the person whose blood that was is our victim. Right?"

"Wrong. The blood was XX, but couldn't be the daughter. We did some investigating, and found out that the Nanny had gone missing. We went to her house, and found some interesting fiber evidence. That led us to the other daughter of the old man, the one without the kid. She had killed the Nanny because the Nanny had been having an affair with the grandson's father. In the bathroom we found that there was a large amount of blood that had been in the bathtub. It was XY, but had no alleles in common with any of the other people tested. Then we got a sample from the grandson. Turns out, it was his father. The amount of blood was not able to determine whether the victim was dead or alive. We talked to the mother and it turns out that the father was actually Jonnie McPhee."

"Uh…good. Should I know who that is?"

"Johnnie MacPhee…Grissom, he's the hottest up and coming rock star. His music is great. Really raw. Honest. He has only one album out, but it's already gone platinum. Anyways, he's the victim. There had been a search out, but they haven't found him yet. Since it's been days, they're sending us."

"Okay. So….okay. Anything else I need to know?"

"No, not really. It's going to be a long drive, so you should probably take a nap."

"I just woke up." Grissom looked sideways at her. "Do you want to …. Talk or something?" Sara stared at him incredulously- as though he had just asked her if she wanted to sleep with him. She had to swerve suddenly to avert a cactus that she wouldn't have hit if she had been on the road.

"What did you just ask me?" she croaked.

"I asked if you wanted to talk, we haven't talked for a long time."

"Uh….sure. You start."

Grissom sat and thought about all of the topics that he wanted to discuss with her. Sex? No…baseball? No….Sex? NO . "uh…okay… let's talk about … have you read any good forensic articles recently?"

"Sara has a little boss, little boss, little boss, Sara has a little boss who's world she is not in. Sara needs a good lover, good lover, good lover, Sara needs a good lover, one Who will cherish her. I'm the man she's looking for, looking for, looking for, I'm the man she's looking for, waiting just right here."

Cold eyes swept the immaculate apartment, taking in the almost obsessively clean space, absorbing the details. "Sara needs me" he hissed. "She wants to play, He won't play with her, he won't." He walked towards the bedroom, looking for another token of her love.