A/N: This is my first CSI story. I am open for suggestions on what to put in up-coming chapters as I am writing this between school and work.
Please read and review all comments and improvements are welcomed. I promise to reply to as many as I can.

Disclaimer: I so not own CSI. The big boys at CBS do.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Heya Cath."

"Heya Nicky. What's up?" Catherine was sat in the break room drinking coffee when Nick walked into the room.

"I was looking for Sara. You haven't seen her have you?"

"Sorry Nicky. Haven't seen her since she took off with Brass. Why?"

"Grissom's had a break through with the case. I thought she'd still be the lab. How long she been gone?"

"About five minutes, I think I heard something about them going to grab something to eat at the diner. If you're quick you may catch her."

"Thanks Cath," Nick called over his shoulder as he began to jog to the car park.

Sara and Brass were sat in the diner drinking coffee and talking about the time Sara had arrived at the lab.

"Why did you even come here Sara?"

"Grissom called be in to do the internal investigation on Hollie Gribbs. I ended up staying. I love it here."

"Oh yeah. I remember you helped Warrick stop the gambling thing."

"Yeah. I..." Sara's phone vibrated in her pocket, interrupting her. She put a finger up to Brass "One moment, Brass." She dug the phone out of her pocket. "Sidle... Grissom... You have?! We'll be right there." Sara jammed the phone back in her pocket payed for the coffee and motioned for Brass for him to take her back to the lab.

On the journey back, Sara explained to Brass what Grissom had told her.

"You can always trust Grissom and his bugs," Brass laughed as did Sara as she shook her head.

She remembered the time she had taken Grissom a blanket and some coffee while he was conducting one of his experiments. After seeing the decomposing pig, she had turned vegetarian. Grissom and his bugs. It makes him who he is.

As Brass pulled up outside the lab, Sara jumped out and apologized to Nick who was standing outside waiting for her to arrive.

"Nicky, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you where I was heading."

"It's okay. Catherine told me where you'd gone." Nicky smiled and led her in.

Sara looked back to see if Brass was coming in. He was already gone. She smiled at Nick and carried on walking with him.

"So what you found, Griss?" Sara walked into Grissom's office first closely followed by Nick.

"Musca domestica. A house fly."

"What does that tell us Grissom?" Sara and Nick walked to stand behind Grissom and looked at the fly buzzing around in it's jar.

"It tells use that our victim has been dead no more than three days..."

"Which means that the boyfriend can't have done it. His alibi checks out. He was in Canada on a business trip until early yesterday morning." Sara had finished Grissom's sentence. She was becoming agitated and started to fidget.

"Who does that leave us with then?" Grissom picked up the jar and starred at the helpless insect flying around in circles.

"The husband. He has no alibi for the last week. He claims he was with his wife for the whole week. They had an argument four days ago. He walked out and when he returned, he found her on he floor in the kitchen." Nick looked at Grissom, then Sara, then back to Grissom.

"He claims that the argument finished in the kitchen."

"Grissom, Doc said that COD was internal bleeding. She was beaten to death." Sara's eyes filled with anger and sadness.

"Okay. Nick go and see if the prints are a match to the husband. Sara, take this little guy to Hodges and see if there's anything in his system that was also in hers." Grissom lent back in his chair as he could feel a migraine begin to creep up on him.

A few hours after the end of the shift Grissom walked into the break room to find Sara curled up on one of the chairs, fast asleep. She looks so peaceful. Grissom pulled a blanket out from one of the cupboards and gently placed it over her, he then proceeded to the table and sat down with one of his cross words. Every now and then Grissom would look up from his book and just watch her sleep. He would then smile to himself and carry on with his puzzle.

"No! Please, I'm begging! Not again!" Sara was having one of her many nightmares. She was back in San Fransisco again. Being held down by a dark figure as pressed himself on top of her. She could feel the could stone floor on her bare skin. His finger nails dug into her wrists as she struggle to push him off. He pushed his whole body on to her, forcing his way in. Sara began to cry as the pain over whelmed her. She couldn't see anything. It was too dark to tell where she was. She just wanted out. She screamed in hopes that someone would hear her.

"Sara! Sara, wake up!" Grissom was kneeling next to Sara shaking her from her sleep.

Sara woke to find Grissom holding her hand. She walked over to the sink, whipping away her tears and began to make herself a coffee.

"Sara, go home please." Grissom was pleading her. I hate seeing her like this.

"Grissom, I can't I have a case to close." Why is he doing this? He doesn't care for me. If he did, he wouldn't keep pushing me away.

"The case is closed. Nick closed it about an hour ago. He didn't want to wake you." Grissom had watched the bags under her eyes become darker over the passed few weeks and wished she would get some sleep.

"Let me take you home, Sara," he smiled at her, hoping it would make her feel better.

"What about my car?"

"I'll bring you back in the morning so you can collect it."

"Okay." Sara walked over to her locker, dragged out her bag and coat, then headed out of the room. Grissom grabbed his coat and jogged after her, not bothering to pick up his book.

Sara slept for the whole journey to her house. Grissom kept catching

glimpses of her as she slept. She's beautiful.

Again Sara was in that same alley as she had been for, who knows how many times. The tall dark figure was stalking behind her. She began to run as she felt him, gaining on her. She felt the stone dig deep into her bare feet. The wind blew cold round her naked body. The smell of garbage, urine and rotting meat was strong. There was nothing she could do to get away from what was again about to happen.

As Grissom pulled the car to a stop, Sara started to cry out. The rain was coming down hard and the wind was blowing a gail. Grissom pulled open Sara's door and woke her up. "Sara, come on."

Sara dragged herself out of the car and dug out her keys. She handed them to Grissom who helped her to the door and unlocked it, letting Sara in before he closed the door behind himself and locked it.

Sara headed straight over to the couch and curled up. She kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet up under her. Grissom sat beside her and looked lovingly into her deep brown eyes. Her brunette hair waved around her face as she starred down at the floor, refusing to meet Grissom's eyes, in fear he would see the pain and the sadness she was feeling.

Grissom knew she was hurting. Please talk to me Sara. Let me in. "Sara, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine." a tear escaped her eyes. She hurriedly whipped it away hoping Grissom didn't see. "I just need to sleep."

"Let me stay then."

"Grissom..."

"Go to bed Sara."

"But, Grissom..."

"I'll take the couch Sara." I'll be here if you need me.

Sara was asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.

Grissom kept his word and stayed on the couch the whole time Sara was asleep, reading one of the many forensic journals that Sara had left scattered on the table. He got up only to collect a drink and check on Sara from time to time, checking she was okay. His heart sank when he heard her screams.

"It's okay. Sara," Grissom ran to her side and gently shook her awake. "It's just a dream."

Sara woke up and pulled her knees to her chest and sat there, swiping away the tears before Grissom could notice.

Grissom held her hand, Sara squeezed back and brown eyes met brilliant blue. Sara pulled herself close to him. Grissom put his hand around her waist and held her. Sara closed her eyes and quickly slipped into sleep. Grissom gently placed her on her pillow and slipped out of the room.

Sara slept soundly for the rest of the night. When she turned over, hoping to feel Grissom next to her, the bed was cold and empty.

Grissom was slouched in the chair working on another advanced crossword when he heard the shower turn on. He got up, wincing from the pain in his knee. He made two cups of coffee and placed them on the dinning table.

Sara slumped onto the floor. Exhaustion over whelming her.

Grissom knocked on the bathroom door, "Sara. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Grissom. Give me a minute."

Sara slipped on her gown and wrapped it tightly around her curves. She walked to the kitchen and found Grissom at the stove, finishing off pancakes.

"Pancakes?"

"Please." Sara took a seat at the dinning table sipping her coffee.

Grissom placed a plate in front of her and in front of the seat next to her. "Have a good night?"

Sara stared at her coffee and stared it.

"Sara. Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Thanks Grissom. I never knew you were such a good cook."

Sara started to pick at her pancakes, while Grissom picked at his own breakfast, not taking his eyes off her.

"I'm going to get dressed." Sara wondered of to the bedroom and Grissom soon followed persuite.

He stood in the doorway watching her get changed. She's beautiful.

Sara continued to get dressed and felt her skin tingle as Grissom stepped behind her and held her waist.