Gil scowled as be banged on Sara's door for the third time. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't be irate over her not instantly appearing at the door; at what was for her the middle of the night, but to say today wasn't his day was a gigantic understatement.

Today he had been abruptly jarred out of a sound sleep, after working a double, by a phone call from the Sheriff. It seemed that a body had been found, at the home of a major contributor to the Governor's last campaign. And now, he Gil Grissom was expected to drive halfway across the God forsaken state, to personally supervise evidence collection and processing.

He'd slammed down the phone swearing to himself. This was exactly the kind of case he loathed. It reeked of political intrigue. If the evidence supported that the home owner hadn't committed a crime then the press would accuse the CSI of favoritism. If the evidence implicated the home owner, then the Governor would be publicly linked to a killer. If even one piece of evidence was mishandled, the press would scream corruption or incompetence. This was exactly the kind of case he preferred to hand over to Catherine. For some reason he couldn't fathom she enjoyed these "high profile" cases.

He'd been halfway through packing, on laundry day of course, when he'd remembered he had court the next day. Worse yet he had to testify about an insect timeline he'd done for a double homicide. On any other case he would have been screwed, but in this one thing God had chosen to smile on him.

Sara could do the timeline. After months of distance between them Sara had offered to map this time line with him. They sat up all night together, like in years long past, recording insect maturation. They finally began talking like the old friends they truly were.

He'd never understood why out of the blue she'd reignited their friendship, nor would he ever directly ask, but he'd sent a grateful thanks to the heavens that he'd gotten his best friend back. Now all he'd had to do was call her and ask her to testify. With a few minutes of coaching she'd be ready to nail the murdering ass.

This of course was when his perfect plan had shattered. He'd tried calling her on his cell but the call failed to go through. When he'd switched to his home phone, her cell went straight to voice mail. He'd tried her home phone, only to get a prerecorded voice telling him the number was no longer in service. He paged her, nothing.

In desperation he'd called the lab. The day shift receptionist had cheerfully explained to him that all the state cell phones and pager where out of service. The provider had had a server crash. He'd asked for Sara's home number only to be given the same useless number he already had.

So he'd had to jump in his car drive twenty minutes in the opposite direction of his crime scene to wind up on Sara's doorstep in an admittedly foul mood.

As the door finally swung open he'd been mentally prepared to lay into her for not updating her phone number with him, as was required by department policy. Only this plan had failed. What was revealed, when door opened, sent a wave of equall shock, horror, amazement, and rage through him. His brain felt stuck like a slow computer, the image before him would only process in bits and pieces. Instead of the groggy brunet he'd been prepared for, here stood a lanky blond.

"Ahh ahh." Were the only words his mouth seemed capable of forming. Not that he knew what he wanted to say. It was just a good thing he wasn't armed at the moment. When he killed the skanky blond he refused to do it in a way that would allow him to be caught. After years in criminal justice he'd been certain cold blooded murder was never justified, right up until this moment.

Gil allowed himself a moment to analysis the sight in front of his eyes. The blond was disheveled. Probably straight from bed wearing only wrinkled underwear. The underwear was slightly askew, as if they had been put on only moments ago after spending hours wadded on the floor.

The blond, had the nerve to stare at him expectantly. As if he, Gilbert Grissom needed to explain what he was doing here? He had a legitimate work related reason to be here. What possible reason could he have for being here? It certainly wasn't work related.

As opened his mouth to speak he was cut off.

"Grissom did you need something?"

Grissom glared smirking slightly when the blond squirmed under his crushing gaze.

"Why yes Greg, I need to talk to Sara."