Summary: From continuation of 'Nesting Dolls' Sara has opened up to Grissom but what does this mean for their relationship.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI characters, I'm just borrowing them. I have updated this chapter, including the rest which will be following this one soon, then new chapters will be up. I told you i'd go over it at some point and that's what i'm doing.

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Fingerprints, DNA, fibres, hairs, shoeprints, blood spatter, cast-off and epithelial's, the same every day. It doesn't get boring though, it sometimes grabs more attention than other crime scenes. Mainly because however much a murder, a trick roll, a suicide or a B and E are the same as another, there is always another interesting story behind it. Hearing the reasons behind something like this or unravelling the story for yourself can be incredibly hard or just pure uneasy listening. Especially when you've had your own experiences.

Child abuse or domestic violence cases were the worst. More than likely not because it gave Sara the drive to close the case whilst blocking everyone else out, causing arguments and being determined to prove she can do this on her own but it was because she knew what it like, to be in that position, feeling the pain that they had gone through. Being a bystander of the crime scene took her back years and knew that this was going to be hard and it was going to tire her too easily. It was hard to walk that path alone but she did it and a little piece of her died every time.

Time's had changed, she let it go, let it spilled out to the one person that she was afraid of opening up to but it relieved her. Being held in the crook of Grissom's shoulder she poured her past out to him and the one reaction she didn't expect was him pulling her close and comforting her. Sara knew that this could be a turning point in their relationship but she didn't depend on it, she knew Grissom could pull himself away just as quick as he had come to her. For now though she lived with it and decided to enjoy the moment while it had lasted.

Sara had never put too much thought into her past mainly because she ended up with nightmares that could pass for the real thing and she thanked god for insomnia when it arrived. Although it was only a couple of hours sleep, she felt better than she had since she was twelve. After that traumatic night Sara recalled the voice saying 'everything is going to be okay' and the grip of the hand that led her away from her father's lifeless body. Everything was not okay though, it never was and would probably never be.

Sara had awoken lazily to find Grissom still there, stroking her hair absentmindedly. He hadn't left her yet. She felt grateful but didn't realise this would or could happen. Nothing had happened they just spoke and held each other in warm hugs whilst discussing their childhoods and whispering small words of reassurance making one another feel better. The subject grew lighter and they began talking about the first time they had met, then the emails they had shared while she was still working in San Francisco and how she had come to work in Las Vegas after Grissom asked for the favour during Holly Gribbs' case. He soon admitted that he had chosen her for the simple fact that he trusted her greatly and knew she would be an asset to his team, an asset to himself.

He loved to talk to her again like they had done in San Francisco, it made him feel lighter, more secluded to feeling as if they were the only two people on the planet. Grissom missed it, he missed her. Pouring his heart and soul out to Dr. Lurie proved easier than telling one of his closest friends but what scared him more than anything was that him a Lurie were more alike than he realised, than what any man would have wanted. Seeing Debbie Marlin caused him to re-evaluate their situation and put his reasons down to not willing to risk the job. This wasn't true, he knew there were loopholes, Grissom just wasn't sure if he'd be the man Sara thought he was. Truth be told, he was afraid of opening up to her.

Looking over it, being emotionally involved like that was stupid. He dismissed the thoughts of one day being with her, loving her. Talking was the closest they could come. They made each other feel better, that's all he needed but Sara always wanted more. She came to accept that. If she couldn't have him then settling for being close friends was fine. Grissom still wasn't sure.

Skeletons, that's what they were. Everything they had shared with each other that night was nothing but skeletons from their previously unopened closets. Something that was an occurrence for them, it was nothing new, only to discover that their feelings were more than alive. It was a dream that had awoken Grissom from his deep sleep; he shrugged it off, feeling the need to not wish it was true. He didn't need her, not in his head. Turning in his bed to stare at Sara's motionless and sleep fulfilled body. He didn't need her in his head, he had her right here.

TBC

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A/n: Updates Yey!! Whether you can notice them or not I don't know but I'm updating these current chapters to make it a little more relative to the new chapter that is currently nearly finished. Re-read, re-review do what you like but a little feedback would be cool, and just wait patiently for the new stuff :D