Sara had just finished a trying case. She was much looking forward to a day off, alone. As she headed for the parking lot she was greeted by Grissom, "Sara, hey!" He said as he strolled in the front door. The look on her face said it all. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. All she could manage was a "Hi," and stepped outside.

Grissom couldn't resist following her to see what was wrong. Sara was strong and stubborn as hell, but he had to at least make an effort. "Sara, wait," he called after her, "I know that case was rough on you." He looked deeply into her eyes, trying to portray his worry for her wellbeing. Getting nothing but a stare in return he gave up. She needed her own time to think. "If you need to talk, you know where I'll be."

She looked at his piercing blue eyes. "I know you're worried about me. I just need a day off; some time alone." His bottom lip twitched to one side. She didn't mean to say it in a hurtful way. "I'll be fine. Just give me some time okay?" She forced a smile to show him she was alright. Leaving him standing there she turned around. "Do me a favor?" His eyebrows lifted. "Don't call me… I'm going to turn off my phone. I'll call you when I've had some sleep."

He nodded and turned back inside. Sara grabbed her phone and turned it off for what seemed to be the first time in years. To her surprise it actually felt good. She silently sat in her car, letting her mind reflect. "Was I too hard on him? Should I go and apologize? No. He knows how I am by now. I've been on that case for three days with barely a wink of sleep." with her mind made up and the thought of her comfortable bed moments away, she started the car and drove home.

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It was 5 am when Grissom returned to his desk. The one love in his life had just left for the day and told him not to call her. He tried telling himself that she was fine. That her attitude had nothing to do with him; she just needed sleep. He shook his head signing various papers and requests before heading off to ballistics. The case he was on was as close to open and shut as they come, and he reveled in the thought of actually going home on time today even if Sara wouldn't be there.

Grissom walked across the lab feeling better. After some time wandering to various stations picking up his evidentiary results, he found himself back at his office. Unlocking the door he stepped inside as a peculiar scent crossed his nose: a mix of cheap cologne and … glue? "That's odd," he said matter of factly as he switched on the light. He caught something out of the corner of his eye. A box. Curiously he looked around his office thinking whoever dropped it off would somehow be lingering around. He knew what was inside but didn't want to accept it. He stood next to his desk staring at the cardboard containing a scene of death for what seemed like an eternity. He wasn't in a mood to play the games of this killer. It was now 6 am.

Catherine didn't even bother knocking. "Grissom … Gil?" her friend stood motionless, "Are you okay?" she looked at her dumbfounded friend, and her eyes then locked on the box. "Is that what I think it is?" Grissom mustered a slight nod. Catherine's heart skipped a beat. She wouldn't see her daughter at all today. "Crack it open! Let's see what we got." she stated with a sarcastic sigh.

Grissom took his keys from his desk and gently broke the tape seal. He opened the flaps and took a deep breath. Looking at Catherine he took the ceiling off the small model. Grissom's face flushed white as he gasped. His hand immediately started shaking, his brows furrowed, and his eyes grew large with fear anguish and hatred. "Gil what's wrong?" she looked at the model. "Why does this place look so familiar?" She recognized the furniture and decorating style, but she couldn't place her finger on who the room belonged to. Gil was breathing heavily. He had been to this place many times, had shared many intimate moments with it's occupant.

"It's Sara's apartment." he managed to pull his eyes away for a split second to look at Catherine.

"Oh God Gil!" a wave of fear embraced her mind.

"Catherine, I have to go. Maybe I can get to her in time." His mind was racing a mile a minute. All he wanted to do was have her safe in his arms again. He picked up his keys and headed for the door with one thing on his mind: Sara Sidle.

"Grissom wait!" Catherine called out to him. "We don't know the trigger yet!" He stopped dead in his tracks. The Miniature Crime Scene Killer had shown he was a true threat when his mechanism to kill the therapist was found in her fire place. They knew they were dealing with a person who could very well plan ahead and have multiple traps waiting for a slip up. Obviously this was personal and for all he knew, Gil Grissom himself could be the one to set things in motion for the death of his beloved Sara.