A/N : I had fun writing this chapter, I like the way it turned out. First it wasn't meant to be like this.. first it was reality.. you'll know about what I'm talking when you finished reading it, for now, enjoy!

Every CSI was in the break room except for their own supervisor Gil Grissom.

'Where's Grissom?' Nick asked.

'Here.' Grissom said immediately when he entered the break room.

He seemed happier then usual for some strange reason but no one else seemed to notice.

'So, what do you got?' Warrick asked while he looked at his supervisor.

Grissom looked at the assignments slips before he spoke, ' Three assignments, Catherine and Nick, you two have a Jane Doe at the Tangiers.'

Grissom looked up at Catherine and somehow she knew the reason, in return, she nodded.

'Some bystanders said that someone kept losing with Blackjack against your Jane Doe and when he was broke, he went mad and started to beat up your Jane Doe. After that, he ran away. You will meet Sofia at the scene. ''

Nick looked at Catherine and she nodded again, then both walked away with the slip.

Grissom continued, 'Warrick and Greg, you two have a John Doe at the gym, the case isn't sure yet. Vega is waiting for you two.'

Warrick looked at Greg and grinned, 'Okay, let's go Greggo.'

Warrick stood up, took the assignment slip and walked away with Greg following his footsteps.

'So, I take it that we're together on a case?' Sara asked.

Grissom looked up from the assignment to look into Sara's brown eyes, 'Yes, we have a child in a swimming pool at home, it might sound as an accident but David confirmed that the child was abused before she died.'

Grissom looked at the ground and sighed softly.

' It's always sad when there's a child involved.' Sara said.

'Yes.'

'Are the parents at home?'

Grissom nodded while speaking, 'Both are at home so we need to check their alibi's. Are you coming?'

'Yes, just give me a minute to get my stuff, do we need to check the pool?'

'David didn't mentioned something about that.' Grissom hid a grin while he followed Sara to the locker room. 'Why?'

' Oh, just precaution.'

'Okay.'

Grissom grinned, knowing that David díd indeed say something about taking something with them to check the water with.

Sara grabbed her CSI vest and followed Grissom to his car, while they drove off to the crime scene, no one spoke.

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When they arrived, Brass was already waiting for them.

Grissom and Sara got out of the car while Grissom never took an eye off of Sara, 'I'll talk to David, can you talk to Brass?'

Sara looked at Grissom and removed her sunglasses, 'Sure.'

Sara walked towards Brass with Grissom's eyes following her, 'What can you tell me?' she asked.

Grissom started to walk towards the pool where David was but even when he was walking, he kept looking at Sara.

Brass looked at Sara and sighed, 'Nothing much, dead kid in swimming pool, parents weren't paying attention, so they claim,' Brass paused to sigh. 'The usual.'

Brass pointed at the parents behind Sara and she looked over her shoulder towards them.

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'What do you got for me David?' Grissom asked.

'Nothing much that I can tell at the moment, I need to take a closer look sir.'

Grissom rolled his eyes, he hated the word, the word 'sir'.

'What cán you tell me?'

'What I already told you, she was abused before her death, you can see the bruises,' David pointed at the bruises and looked up at Grissom. ' This is not normal, usual you don't see these kind of bruises and especially not with a child this young.'

'Parents didn't pay enough attention?'

David's glasses slide to the half of his bridge and he slid them back, 'Probably.'

'Shame,' Grissom paused and looked around him before he got on his knees. ' This child should be playing around with friends or go to school.'

David nodded.

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'Do they have an alibi?'

'Not yet, I'm already waiting for what they're story would look like. Maybe they were watching television while their kid was playing near the swimming pool.' Brass said sarcastic while he kept looking at the parents.

Sara nodded and walked to the back, finding Grissom on his knees on the edge of the pool.

'Do you got something?' Sara asked.

'Not yet, you?'

'Nothing.'

She walked up to Grissom and then smiled, 'We need to get in the water, don't we?'

' Yes.'

'I'm not going.'

'Yes, you are.'

'You don't know how much I want to push you in that water now.'

'But you won't,' Grissom looked over his shoulder. 'You're still going missy.'

'No, I'm not, do it yourself.'

'No,' Grissom grinned. 'But I'm happy to help you.'

Grissom stood up and walked towards Sara.

'What are you going to do?' She said with big eyes while she walked backwards.

'Nothing, is your cell phone waterproof?'

'Yes, wh-'

Before Sara could finish her sentence, Grissom had already grabbed her, lifted her up and carried her towards the pool and threw her in it.

A couple of seconds later Sara came to the surface and looked mad towards Grissom.

'Can you hand me my flashlight?' she said unenthusiastic.

Grissom nodded, walked towards her kit, grabbed her flashlight and hold it up for her.

Sara grabbed Grissom's hand and pull him into the water, when he came to the surface she smiled at him, 'Why thank you for volunteering to help me.'

Grissom raised an eyebrow and grinned, 'No problem, honey.'

Sara jumped on top of Grissom, but she couldn't get him under water, instead, Grissom got hér under water.

Grissom grinned and walked backwards but Sara was already pulling at Grissom's leg which made him go under water.

Their eyes met and locked.

All of the sudden Grissom brushed his lips softly against hers.

Hands were everywhere, eyes were closed and both were hungry for each others love.

Tongues duelled and after a while they came at the surface again to get some air.

They looked at each other and Grissom grinned again while he came closer to her.

When there was no more space between them except for a few inches, Grissom unzipped the zipper of Sara's CSI vest and threw it shameless on one of the tiles of the pool.

He kissed her softly in her neck while he removed her shirt, her hands were on the buttons of his shirt, slowly but sure, his shirt became loose and she threw it in the direction her vest was.

Slowly his mouth followed a tail back to her mouth, their tongues duelled once again and both closed their eyes. His left hand cupped her cheek while her arms were around his neck. His left hand was pushing against the back of her skull to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly Sara Sidle sat straight up in her bed, breathing heavy.