Title: Complaints of Violins

Author: LostNovember

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: G/S

Disclaimer: I do not own anything about CSI.

A/N – Thank you so much, GeekLoveFreak and obsessed (for a wonderful beta work), Cincoflex (for such a great summary), Unspoken, Grissomsbutterfly, chromy , Sammie, Andromeda, ash, Teryl, Kristy, Napafun, and everyone who encouraged me to starting writing this fic.

CHAPTER 1

It was supposed to be a normal day...

The team had been back together for a month after what had happened to Nick. Everyone was happy to have him back and that he had recovered well, both physically and emotionally. For Sara Sidle, it was like her family was back again. She found herself enjoying her life and was happier than she was before. Although her relationship with Grissom was still somewhat awkward sometimes, she admitted that they had opened up and let each other in more than ever. She had never expected to tell anyone, not even Grissom, about her unpleasent childhood. It had been her secret for years. When she did tell him, she knew he was the only one she could trust. She remembered that night so well, like it was just yesterday. The night he had held her hand, letting her pour out her heart. The touch of his hand and his being there had been such a beautiful silent comfort. She just hoped her relationship with him wouldn't crumble. Though she had been wondering whether it would move forward or fall back, she was glad he would always be there for her.

She had worked on a high-profile case for three shifts in a row, and now she was thankfully blessed they finally closed the case. Walking past Grissom's office into the breakroom, with dark circles under her eyes, she went straight to the coffee-machine and poured herself a cup. Grissom caught a glimpse of her tired form passing his doorframe and wondered 'What is she still doing here?'. He followed her into the breakroom and saw her sitting down on the couch with a forensics journal in her hand.

"Hey." He softly said, not wanting to startle her.

Sara looked up from what she was reading. "Hey, what's up?" Then, she turned back to the journal again.

"I thought I told you to get some rest."

"You did. And I am." She said without looking up.

Grissom sighed. "That's not what I meant, Sara, and you know it."

Silence...either she didn't hear him or she just didn't want to listen.

He studied her silently for a while, then calmly said "You should go home."

Upon hearing his suggestion, she looked up suddenly. "What?"

"Go home. Get some rest." He repeated again. "You look tired."

Sara shook her head in protest. "I'm fine, Grissom." Looking at the clock on the wall, she continued "Besides, there are still three hours left until shift ends. I'm okay here." She gave him a small smile.

He knew that telling her to go home wasn't a good idea, but the last thing he needed right now was her passing out in the lab or at a crime scene. He, therefore, insisted.

"I don't want to give you an order, Sara, but you need to get some rest. It's not good for your health if you - - ."

"I told you I'm fine, Grissom." She cut him off in the middle of his sentence.

He sighed and regarded her intently. "It's a slow night. I'll give you a call if anything comes up."

She seemed to ease up a little. Actually, the idea of taking a hot shower and curling up in her warm bed were tempting her. She knew he was right about her needing rest. The last case they had been working together had drained her energy out and, for once in her restless life, she had never felt this tired before. She didn't want anyone to tell her what to do, but deep down inside, she knew he was looking after her. She took in what the man in front of her had suggested. The room grew silent; neither of them had spoken a word.

Finally, Sara broke the silence. "Promise?"

"I promise." He responded her with a warm smile on his face.

She, then, quickly finished her coffee and put down the cup into the sink while he walked to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned and saw her gathering her things up. He waited until she was ready and then they walked silently out of the breakroom into the hallway. He wanted to say something to her but was interrupted when he saw Brass coming straight forward to them in a hurry manner.

"What's going on, Brass?" Grissom was the first one to ask.

"Dispatch called. 419 in the woods outside Handerson. Meet you guys at the parking lot." The captain said and left.

Sara turned and faced Grissom, grinning sheepishly. "Looks like I'm stuck with work a bit longer, huh?"

He couldn't help but smiled at her. "Your lucky day"

She laughed a little. "I'll grab my kit." And then she walked away.

On their way to the crime scene, Sara was thinking about what it would be like to move and live in such a peaceful place like this. The idea of living in the urban area somehow attracted her. All the madness she experienced in her line of work made her want to get away for a while. Within forty-five minutes, they arrived at the scene. The flashing red and blue lights that brightened the dark sky of the city of Las Vegas and the sound of people talking aloud in the background made it seem like there was a big party. The two, kits in hands, climbed out of their Tahoe and joined Brass, who had parked his squad car in front of them. They walked right past the yellow crime scene tape which secured the crime scene so any evidence there wouldn't be contaminated, and met a local officer who was waiting for them.

"What do we know about the vic?" Brass asked the officer.

"DB. Female. Late sixties, I guess. There's no ID or anything."

The two CSIs looked down at the body on the ground. The face of the woman was brutally damaged and there was a big head wound that had caused a crack in the left side of the skull. They knew immediately that whoever did this to the woman, whose life was taken away, made sure that no one could recognise or identify her. Fixing her eyes on the horrific sight in front of her, Sara was praying for herself that what she was seeing was just an imagination, or even worse, she hoped it was an illusion caused by her exhaustion. There was something about the body that caught her attention. Something that she couldn't even explain. She intently looked closer at the eyes of the lifeless body, which were slightly fluttered open. She silently gasped when a realization hit her. Hard. She knew who it was.

She was standing in shock and barely acknowledged Grissom's presence when he finally turned and talked to her.

"We need to transport the body to the morgue. She's a Jane Doe right now. CODI - -." He was suddenly cut off by Sara's almost-inaudible sadden voice.

"Not anymore."

Gil Grissom was always right, most of the time since they had been working together. For one thing, he was wrong this time - - this wasn't her lucky day.

TBC