Sara took a deep breath as she stepped onto the platform in front of the train, bracing herself as she always did when walking into a crime scene. She crossed to where Brass was speaking with the conductor of the train.

"Are we going to have to be here much longer?"

"As long as it takes, " Brass responded. Catching sight of Sara he thanked the conductor for his time and patience, and stepped toward Sara.

"Hey, I'm solo tonight, so what've you got?" she asked.

Brass lifted a brow, wondering what she'd done this time. "Woman, mid-sixties, went back to her private room and walked in on a…" he looked at his notes, "male, early to mid-thirties, trashing her stuff. She started screaming and he took off, knocking her down in the process." Brass looked behind her. "Thought you said 'solo'."

Sara turned to see Grissom walking towards them with his field kit in hand. She sighed. "Maybe he was afraid I'd screw it up." With that she started up the steps to enter the train, leaving a bemused Brass to wait for Grissom.

Grissom saw Sara turn to look at him and then disappear inside the private car of the train. Taking a deep breath he made his way to Brass who repeated what he'd told Sara a moment ago. Brass took off to wrap up interviews while Grissom went in search of the crime scene.

Entering a small room with several open suitcases with the contents strewn about on two beds Grissom watched as Sara photographed the room. He liked to watch her work and had always admired her incredible focus. His phone rang, interrupting his wayward thoughts. "Grissom."

"Brass. We're done interviewing and I'm going to head back. I'll leave a uniform outside the car for the two of you."

"Okay, see you at the lab."

Sara glanced up from the suitcases.

"Brass is leaving a uniform to wait for us. The train will be released as soon as we're done here." Sara nodded and resumed looking through the clothes.

"The clothes look expensive, but there's nothing here worth anything of value. The vic said that it didn't look like anything was missing." Sara stood.

"Maybe the perp saw the woman and hoped that he'd get lucky." Grissom shrugged.

Sara lifted a brow at him.

"As in, he thought that she'd have valuables," Grissom's mouth twitched and he shook his head. He bent down to retrieve her kit just as the train jerked forward and started to move. The sudden movement caused Grissom to go flying forward into Sara, taking her down with him.

He head a sickening thud and looked toward the sound. Sara's head had smacked into the wall and was she slumped over unconscious. Grissom was lying on top of her and he rolled to the side as he pulled her away from the wall. "Sara?" He shook her shoulder and called her name several times. Finally her eyes began to flutter.

Grissom breathed in a sigh of relief. As she came to he took stock of their position. Sara was lying flat on her back with him partially on top of her, propped up on one elbow. 'I could get used to this,' he thought. He worked a hand under her head, feeling for a lump.

"Ow!" His hand stilled as he looked into her unfocused eyes.

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'd be better if you'd stop poking me in the head." She reached to touch the back of her head and encountered his hand. "What happened?"

Grissom, still recovering from the brief contact took a quick breath. "Seems the train has started moving." He reluctantly lifted himself off of Sara and helped her up. Feeling dizzy she sat on one of the beds. "I'm going to find out where we're going." Sara watched as he left the room and gave her head a small shake.

A short while later Grissom came back to the room with an employee. "I'm so sorry. We thought everyone had gotten off of the car," said the nervous young man. "We'll have to let you out at the next station. We'll be there in two hours."

"What!" Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing.

The man flinched. "There is an empty room across the hall that you can stay in." He rushed out the door and opened the one on the opposite side of the hall. Grissom took her hand and helped her up. He stooped over to pick up one of their kits and they moved to the other car. Once she was settled he went back for the other kit and thanked the man for his help. Grissom called and explained the situation to Brass, who promised to have someone meet them at the next station to bring them back.

Sara sat back and looked at the man across from her. He looked wary. She sighed and turned her gaze to the window. Grissom observed her once she had shifted her focus to the scenery outside the window. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a small headache is all." Sara didn't bother looking at him. They spent the rest of the ride in somewhat comfortable silence. As soon as the train came to a halt they stood and grabbing their kits, exited the train.

"Brass was supposed to have someone pick us up." Grissom looked around the platform that was nearly identical to the previous. Seeing no one come forward to greet them he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Brass' number. It was answered on the second ring. "Brass."

"It's Grissom. Where…"

"Sorry Gil. I haven't had time to call you. We had a quadruple and there isn't anyone available to come and get you."

Grissom sighed and looked at Sara. "When will someone be available?"

"Probably not until morning."

Grissom looked at his watch noting that it was still early. "What are we supposed to do until then?"

"Find a hotel and let me know where to pick you up. Gotta go Gil. Sorry." Brass disconnected without waiting for a reply.

Sara looked at him expectantly.

"They can't come for us until tomorrow morning. Lets go see where the closest hotel is." Sara couldn't think of anything to say so she just nodded and started toward the stations office.

Grissom and Sara thanked the good Samaritan that had given them a ride and went inside the small hotel. They stepped up to the desk and the receptionist came out of a door off to the right. "Can I help you?"

Sara glanced at Grissom and told the receptionist, whose name tag identified her as Mary, "We need two rooms, please."

Mary frowned. "I'm sorry but we've only got one open room." She typed something into her computer. "Let me see here, non-smoking queen size bed. Is that okay?" They looked at each other.

"We really don't have a choice Grissom." He nodded and pulled out his wallet. Mary collected the rest of the information and gave them keys and directions to their room on the fourth floor. Once they were settled in their room Grissom called Brass with the hotels address while Sara was in the bathroom.

A few minutes later she poked her head out looking sheepish. "Umm…this is a little embarrassing…, but you don't happen to have any spare clothes in your kit do you?"

Grissom stared at her. "Why?"

Face flushed, she said, "I think I sat in something in the car and …" she trailed off. "Suffice to say I really don't want to continue to wear my pants and panties." The last bit came out in a rush as she stared at the floor. Grissom just continued to look at her, not wanting to answer. She finally looked up and opened her mouth to ask again. He held up a hand effectively halting her words and closed his eyes preparing himself to be questioned.

"Uh. I have something," he said finally. He stepped over to his field kit and rummaged through it for a few seconds. He turned and tossed her a wad of soft black material.

Sara caught it deftly with her hand and disappeared back into the bathroom. She emerged a few moments later clad in her tank top and a pair of red boxer shorts.

"Thanks," she mumbled while trying to hold the shorts up with one hand. All Grissom could do was look at her. His eyes took in her bare feet traveling past her slim ankles and up to her toned legs.

"I'd always imagined you getting into my boxers but not quite like this." He snapped his mouth shut as the blood rushed into his head so fast he thought it might explode and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Sara stood rooted to the spot in shock as the door slammed behind him. A slow smile spread across her face. She walked over to the bed and pulled back to sheets. She sat on the edge for a few minutes waiting for Grissom to come out of the bathroom. It soon became apparent that he wasn't going to come out of the bathroom, so she lay down and prepared to go to sleep.

In the bathroom, Grissom sat on the edge of the tub, with his head in his hands. 'Did I really just say that!?' he thought to himself. He just didn't know how he was going to be able to face her again. He listened to her get ready for bed. Suddenly it occurred to him that he could just wait in the bathroom until she fell asleep. Grinning with relief at this new plan he sat listening intently.

After waiting for forty-five minutes he quietly opened the door. Prepared to leap back into the bathroom at any sign of Sara being awake, he slowly moved toward the queen-sized bed, where she was laying with her back to him. He didn't realize for one moment how ridiculous he was being.

He held his breath as he sank down on the side of the bed. When he saw that Sara didn't move Grissom closed his eyes in relief and lay back on the bed, suddenly exhausted.

"Why do you keep a pair of boxers in your kit?"

Grissom's eyes snapped open. "I thought you were asleep."

"Not that I'm complaining mind you. If you didn't have them we'd really be in a bind." Sara continued as though he hadn't spoke, amusement evident in her voice.

Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder that made them both jump. Rain started to beat against the windows. "Well?"

"Do you really want to know why I keep spare boxers in my kit?" he asked her curiously.

Sara rolled so that she was facing him. He could see her eyes in the darkness as they focused on him.

"You don't have to tell me." She smiled. "We could talk about something else…"

Grissom swallowed hard and took a calming breath. As he opened his mouth to speak she reached across to lay her hand over his racing heart.

"Why are you making this so hard?" She asked softly. He closed his eyes reveling in the feel of her hand on his chest and listened as the tapping of the rain on the windows became the pounding of hail.

Sara sighed in defeat and moved to take her hand away. She stopped when she felt his hand cover hers. She smiled in the dark thinking, 'It's enough. For now….it's enough. And you thought it could never happen to you.'