I promise you I will continue Balder, but I've been out digging at an archaeological site from the Bronze Age all summer (My job is actually not that much different from a CSI's...) and now a close friend of mine is really sick and this story is my way to handle it all.

It takes place right after Burn Out and in this story, has nothing from the episodes after that one ever happened!

I would be really happy if someone would beta this story (and Balder too) and help me with a better title for this one.

Disclaimer: If anyone really thought they were mine, do you really think I would have to worry about paying my bills and finding money for food and school books?

One more thing: I hope Sara survives! Long Live Sara Sidle!

Grissom lay on the couch in Brass' office. He was exhausted. It felt as though someone stood inside his head, playing drums on his brain. He had had this head ache a long time now and it had only increased this last few days. He hadn't told anyone, but he could tell Sara had her suspicions and seemed really worried. When she had found him making circles on his temple with his fingers this morning she had asked about it. He had told her not to worry. Said it was only because he had worked that case with the missing boys for far to long concerning it was a case with children involved. She had just nodded and he knew those cases got to him more than others. She had not said anything about the subject after that.

Grissom closed his eyes and her picture was immediately there. As always! But this time it was different. It was as though he couldn't really remember what she looked like anymore. And why was her face purple? Had it always been purple? And that noise he heard was really annoying. What was that? It kept blipping like in some computer game. But he knew there where no computer games in Brass' office or in the police station as far as he knew.

Sara had been surprised when Brass had called her about Grissom's head ache having been worse during the interview with the paedophile guy. She had tried denying she was the right person to call, but he had called her on it and said he knew all about her and Grissom.

Her worries had only increased since this morning. She felt he was hiding something from her. Like in the old days when they were dancing around each other and he tried to push her as far away as he could, before pulling her in again. She sighed thinking of that time. Those thoughts had come back to her more often these past days. She knew Grissom was hiding something from her. Sometimes it really scared her that she seemed to know his feelings even though he didn't tell her anything. It was as though she had a sixth sense alerting her on everything that regarded him. She had had it for years. Even before she lived in Vegas. She always walked over to the police station. It wasn't that far from the lab. But today she had a feeling she had to transport a sick Grissom from there to the house they had shared for about a month now.

Brass met her outside his office.

"He has been in there since they took the suspect away", he said and nodded in the direction of the door. "He seems to have one hell of a head ache."

"Has he taken any pills?" Sara said and couldn't help the worry being evident in her voice.

"Yes, I would say he has taken so many of them, I'm not surprised if he would pass out."

"Ok! I think it would be best if I got to him now. Thanks Brass!"

"Your welcome!" He smiled and turned around.

She grabbed the handle to the door, when something crossed her mind.

"Brass!" she said and he stopped and turned his head towards her again.

"I think I know what you're going to say and I promise I won't tell anyone about you two."

"Thank you!" Sara smiled at him and opened the door.

Brass' office was dark and the blinds were all shut. She could barley see him lying on the couch in one of the corners. She closed the door as quickly and quietly as she could and walked over to him. She kneeled down beside the couch and put a hand on his forehead. It was quite warm. It went up to stroke his hair, when her other hand took his left as it was lying on his stomach. His chest was heaving up and down and it was one of the first times Sara realized that human beings are not much different from other animals when they are sick or wounded.

He mumbled something about turning some computer game off.

"Honey, what do you mean?" she said with a voice that was so calm and quite, it was almost a whisper.

He opened his blue eyes, but couldn't seem to focus on her completely.

"Tell that boy with the funny hair he can't take video games to work!" he said.

"You mean Greg?" she asked confused as to why he didn't seem to remember Greg's name.

"Yes, and I don't want to have cat food for dinner."

"Why would you think we would eat that?"

"Because the woman I live with always give it to me."

"What? I have never given you that honey?"

Now his eyes tried to focus on her again.

"No, you are a good person. Who are you?"

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Sorry if my English is bad, but before you complain, you can try writing something in Swedish. ;-)