I had to pull this and another story because, in my infinite wisdom, Itook my knock-out pills and got the chapter updates mixed up. Letthis be a lesson to all you insomniacs out there; AFTER YOU TAKE YOURAMBIEN GET OFFLINE IMMEDIATELY!

Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with CBS or CSI.
I just use their characters as my puppets.

Not So Secret Admirer

I sit, he stares.
I move, I feel his eyes on me.
I work, he is there, hovering in the distance.
I feel him with me, always.
I speak, he listens intently.
I frown at him, he smiles at me.
I am frustrated, he comforts me as best he can.
I fume, he gives me his totally disarming grin.
I sleep, I dream of him.

I have had admirers before, but somehow, this one is different.
Usually I am a little creeped out, but he is different. There is warmthfrom him, a need to see to my well being. Is he interested in me, socially.He seems to pay a lot of attention to me. He is always there when I needhim most, but don't truly realize that it is him who I need. It could beanother team member, but it is always him that shows up in my time of need.
Like a Guardian Angel, one would say.

He sits, I watch him.
He moves, I wonder where he has gone to.
He speaks, I watch his mouth.
He smiles, I melt.
He gets flustered, I console him.
He walks, I watch his movements.
He drinks, I wish I was his glass, gently touching his lips.

I see him and he makes my heart skip a beat or two. His smile is like goldto me. I love his teeth, his canines so prominent. His eyes, filled withsuch emotion, a beautiful shade of hazel. His shoulders, so broad, I justwant to wrap my arms around him. I want to feel his body heat transferfrom him to me.

The shift has ended and as I make my way home, my thoughts wander to him,and what he comes home to. Does he have a girlfriend, is he sharing hislife with someone? Selfishly, I hope not.

I enter my apartment and drop my keys on the table in the hall. I walkto my computer and switch it on. While it is booting, I walk to the kitchenand make some coffee. I try to avoid sleep, when I dream, I dream of him.I hardly know him. I sit in front of my monitor and begin to check my mail.As I scroll down, I see a mystery mail. I open it and see before me:

"Will you have breakfast with me tomorrow after shift?"

I check the sender's identity and all I see is what can only be a
nom de plum; Guardian Angel. I skip through to my other messages and myinstant messenger goes off. Its my Guardian Angel.

You looked a bit stressed today
It was a herd day. Yes.
Did you get my mail?
Yes, I did.
So, will you have breakfast with me tomorrow after shift?
Well, that depends.
On what?
On who is asking.
A not so secret admirer
That could be anyone
True, but its just me.
And who are you?
Think of me as your Guardian Angel.
I gathered as much from your nom de plum.
Tomorrow at Dexter's. Public place, lots of people.
We'll see how the shift goes. Do you work with me?
Frequently.
Give me a hint as to whom I would be expecting to meet.
That would detract from the fun of the mystery.
Huh.
Is non-threatening. You could probably kick my ass. :-)
We'll see. I'm going to sleep now.
Sweet dreams, Sara. See you tomorrow morning.

And with that, the brief message session had ended. As I make my wayto bed, I wonder who my Guardian Angel could be. He says he works with me,and I know everyone I work with. My head hits the pillow and my eyesflutter their way closed. I dream of him. His face, image and voice invademy unconscious thoughts. The dream is sweet.

Ring!
Ring!
Ring!

I roll over, torn from my much needed sleep, and pick up the phone.I look at the clock before yelling at the offending caller.

"This better be good." I say in a sleepy voice.
"I just wanted to make sure you got in ok." said the voice
"Grissom. Figures it would be you that woke me. I was actually sleepingfor the first time in days."
"Well, I'll let you go then, just checking in on you."
"And what are you now, my Guardian Angel?" I asked, fishing
"Well, I like to think that I look after all my team members." he said softly
"Good night, Grissom."

As I am about to close my cell, I hear him call to me.

"What, Grissom?"
"I have some reports due soon and I was wondering if you could help me.Tomorrow after shift, maybe?"

I hesitate for a few seconds before answering.

"I'm sorry, Griss. I already have plans to meet someone." I said.
"Good night."
"Oh, ok, then. Good night Sara."

I turned my phone off and tried to get back to sleep, but could not.My mind was wandering on thoughts of my not so secret admirer.I crawled out of bed and got some more coffee from the kitchen.Sitting down on my couch, I hear the doorbell ring. Sluggishly, I getup to answer it. I open the door to see no one. My foot hits somethingsolid. I look down. There is a slender crystal vase with a single redrose in it on my front door step. There is a card attached. It reads.

"Eagerly awaiting tomorrow morning. Your Guardian Angel."

This was the break I needed. I threw some clothes on and jumped into mytruck and drove to the lab. I would print the card and have the handwritinganalyzed. I took the card and dusted it. Two very good prints emerged.I lifted them and ran them through the scanner. I tapped my footrelentlessly as the machine spat out the results. I looked down and readthe findings. The prints did not belong to anyone I worked with.They probably belonged to the florist, who probably wrote the card as well.I growled in frustration.

I looked up at the clock and saw that it was not too long before shiftwould start. I had a decent amount of sleep, before the phone rang.This would knock Grissom for a loop, me being in before he got in.I decided to give myself some time to rest a bit before shift began.I settled into the couch in the break room and tilted my head back andclosed my eyes.

I woke from my rest to the sounds of the team coming in. I looked up andsaw Grissom staring down at me. His eyes twinkled as he looked at my lap.I looked down to see another rose, lying gently in my lap.

"You have a secret admirer, I see." he quipped
"What makes you say that?" I asked
"Well, he left the rose while you were asleep. He did not wake you.He wants to be anonymous." he theorized

I stood up and walked to the conference table and sat down. As the teamgot their slips, Grissom handed me mine. I was to meet Brass at the cornerof Deveraux and Roubidaux. There had been an accident involving two SUV's.One driver was dead and the other had been taken to hospital. As I arrived,I saw Brass in his typical fashion, approach me.

"Well, good evening Sara." he said rather cheerily
"You get some this morning? You are entirely too happy."
"Nothing that grandiose. I'm just in a good mood, that's all." he said
"Well, stop it. You're making me nauseous."
"As you wish." he said and explained the scene.

I had collected the evidence and headed back to the lab. I sit in theevidence room with not much spread in front of me. I looked up at theclock and saw that shift was near it's end.

"Ahem."

I whipped my head around to see Grissom standing in the doorway.He was leaning in his usual way. He looked at me and walked closer.

"Are you sure you can't help me with these reports?" he asked softly

At that moment, Brass entered the room and stood just behind Grissom.

"I told you this morning, I already have plans to meet someone forbreakfast."

Grissom huffed and turned and left. Brass followed and turned to look backat me, winking. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. I was tired,but I wanted to find out who this mystery man was.

I sit in the back booth of Dexter's diner, waiting for my mystery companion.I slowly sip my coffee and set the mug back down on the table. I amalone with my thoughts when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip my headaround to see who it is. My eyes met with his and he smiled his disarmingsmile. I grinned my best, "Oh my God, I'm so surprised" smile.

TBC?
Mystery, Suspense, should he be revealed?