Hello everyone, thanks for clicking. This is my first CSI fic, but the moment i saw GSR on screen i started reading and its took me until now to get writing, although i have written Carby (god that was so long ago) Luby (ER) Smarty (WAT) and Now GSR woop! Hopefully there will be more chapters, depending on what you guys make of this one. So please let me know with a little review. Thanks and enjoy. (btw i didnt beta so maybe a few mistakes oops)

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Sara was busy taking photos and casting what looked like horseshoe prints, near to where

their victim was found in the desert. It made her think back to what sat on Grissom's desk.

"Have you heard from the T.A.A recently?" She mocked.

"T.A.A?" Grissom raised an eyebrow.

"Trigger Appreciation Association."

"Society." He corrected her.

"Sorry..Society.."

Grissom shook his head, "This doesn't look as simple as a guy falling from his horse."

"Nope." She carried on without looking up.

After a while Grissom thought now was the right time to say something. "Sara, I've..er..I've been meaning to mention something to you."

"That doesnt sound good." She eventually looked up from what she was doing, a small frown across her brow.

"I've been asked to be a guest speaker at the F.S.S conference in London."

"London?" She shook her head. "For how long?"

"Well, it starts off in London.."

"How long are you away for?"

"A month, maybe." He shrugged. "I havent actually agreed yet."

"Yet.. you wouldnt be telling me if you weren't going to though, huh?"

He didnt answer. He could tell by the way she focused intentsly on what she was doing, daring him to interupt her, knowing he wouldnt.

An awkward silence was broken by the arrival of Nick.

"Hey, what you guys got?" He stood between them, looking from side to side waiting for one of them to speak.

"Some horseshoe prints, a couple of shoe prints and some red fibres.. maybe cotton?" She held them up the the light for Nick to look at, before bagging them and getting up and walking away.

Nick raises his eyebrows at Grissom, he wasnt stupid, he knew when there was tension in the air. Grissom watched Sara walk away and was suprised to see her get in her car and leave the crime scene.

"You carry on processing out here Nicky, I've gotta date with Doc Robbins and a dead cowboy.."

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Grissom searched through the lab for Sara but couldnt seem to find her although he was sure he had seen her car outside. He looked at his watch and realised he would be late for his 'date' with Dr. Robbins if he didnt get a move on.

Later on when he got back to the lab he headed straight for his office, to think. It wasnt until her turned on his desk lamp which illuminated the darkened room, that he saw Sara asleep on his sofa. He stared at her from his desk. She had been working this case for 16 hours now without so much as a coffee. She started to stir and suddenly sat bolt upright, before jumping up and running out of the room and down the hall. Grissom frowned and got up, poking his head out of his office door he saw her emerge from the ladies bathroom with a hand on her forehead, he expected her to head back to his office and maybe offer him an explanation - but instead she went straight to the locker room. He hated it when she shut off from him.

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Later that day when the team had gathered enough evidence for the D.A, Grissom walked into the locker room catching Warrick and Nick just as they were leaving.

"Have you seen Sara?" He asked.

"Er no, she left earlier. I assumed she'd cleared it with you." Nick looked at Warrick, silently telling him "See I told you there was some tension there."

Grissom left and headed for home. From the driveway he noticed the lack of light from both floors of their town house. He crept in and was greeted by Bruno, as he reached through the dark for a light switch he stumbled over a pair of Sara's shoes. A part of him was relieved she was home, although her car on the driveway should have told him that. He crept upstairs assuming she would be asleep, he checked their room -empty, he checked the spare room just incase she was really mad with him, but it was also empty. Eventually he saw a dim light shining through a gap under the bathroom door, he didnt hear the shower running and he knew Sara didnt like baths, she always said she didnt like the thought of wallowing in her own dirt, he had laughed at that.

He knocked gently on the door, a sigh was all he got in return so he entered to find her sat on the floor, in the corner. Her head was resting on her arms which were folded on top of her bent knees. He knelt down next to her putting a hand on her cold arm.

"You're sick?" He asked worried. She wanted to come up with a snide remark but didnt have the energy to think, hence her being stuck on the bathroom floor.

"I've been sick.." He eyes were barely open, "every 5 minutes for the.. past 6 hours.." She managed breathlessly. She lifted her head to look at him, her hair was tied in a low bun at the back of her neck, Grissom brushed the shorter hairs out of her face and tucked them behind her ears. "Do you want to go to bed?" She just stared at him. She couldnt decide if it was best to stay here, saving her getting up when she felt that rising burn of vomit inside her. She closed her eyes, exhausted and rested her head back onto her arms. She was still angry with him for even considering leaving her alone again. Each time he went away, he set their relationship back a month. Didn't he get it? She wanted to move forward. They had wasted 9 years already and neither were getting any younger. But he found it hard to turn down opportunities to go to these conferneces, and maybe expand his knowledge even furhter. Like he had once quoted to her "To teach is to learn twice."

"I cant move..just stay here with me?" He nodded and sat next to her, putting his arm around her and bringing her head to his shoulder.

"You work too hard."

"I work the same as everyone else on the team." She replied weakly.

"Yes, but after everything you've been through recently." He head dropped heavier into him as he brought that up again. She really didnt have the strength to think about that right now. "Eckley still hasnt got to me. What about you?"

"Uh uh?" She moaned, he took that as a no.

"Good, I wanted to speak to you first. One of us is going to have to move to days." She sighed heavily in response. "I'll do it." She shook her head against his chest.

"You will do no such thing... the team needs you more than me." she sat up straight. "Besides, the thought of processing a desert crime scene in the dark without you there, really doesnt grab me.. at least not at the moment." He pulled her closer, she just admitted her fear to him. They were moving forward. "And what with you going to London for weeks.." It was his turn to sigh at that moment.

"I wont go.. if you dont want me to?"

"I dont want you to. But...I'm not going to stop you. Its your choice."

"Im not going."

"Oh."

"Oh?" she nodded against him in reply. After a few minutes sat in silence the numbness in Sara's legs told her she really needed to move.

"I think.. I'm ok now." She started to try and get up. Grissom jumped up before her and held his hands out for her, she took them and he pulled her up, pulling her into a hug, not only to stablise her but also to apologise. He was so warm and it wasnt until now that she realised how cold she was. She wanted nothing more than to get into bed and sleep for about 24 hours. Sara knew that would probably be possible as Grissom wouldnt let her in work tomorrow, which gave her another day to avoid Eckley. She had about 10 missed calls from him daily and she knew he wouldnt stop until he got her.

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