My lame attempt at the Unbound Improv challenge.

The characters aren't mine. I just like to play with them.

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"Don't hurt yourself," Grissom said, as he watched Sara struggle with a heavy box.

She glared at him. "Don't hurt myself? I forgot, that's your job."

"Sara…"

"Damn it, Grissom! Will you at least help me carry the damn thing?" she asked, slowly losing her grip.

He quickly grabbed one side of the box. "Okay, I got this side."

Together, they carried the box to the table and set it down. Sara opened the top and began to pull out the contents. One by one she set each journal on the table. "Who has time to write this much?" she quietly asked.

"It's very therapeutic to keep a journal," Grissom replied.

"Yeah, but I think this guy went a little too far. And none of this makes any sense. Look at this." She held the book up to him and pointed to a passage.

Grissom cocked his head to the side and looked at the page for a moment. "Well, that's odd."

Sara laid the journal down on the table and flipped through a few more pages. Grissom watched her for a moment before he walked around the table to stand next to her. Sara picked up the journal to look closer at the writing and began to read, "The doc says Jake Reeves is crazy. He don't know. They won't take Jake Reeves again. They'll learn what it's like to be Jake Reeves. Jake Reeves will not go down without a fight. They're all gonna know who's really in charge. Jake Reeves will show them. You can't bullshit Jake Reeves, he knows." Sara set the journal on the table and turned to Grissom saying, "This guy is insane!"

"Well, he is a paranoid schizophrenic, Sara."

"Aren't we all?" she asked, a small smirk forming on her lips.

"Do I need to send you in for a psych evaluation?" he teased.

"Probably. I must be out of my mind chasing after someone like you."

"I thought you quit chasing?"

"I did. I'm waiting to be chased, so that makes me even more out of my mind."

Grissom looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, shift's almost over. You wanna go to breakfast with me?"

Sara eyed him warily. "Have you lost your mind?"

"No," he replied as he made his way to the door. He turned in the doorway and asked, "Are you coming?"

Sara looked back down at the journals covering the table, then to Grissom and then at the table again. "Uh…yeah…just give me a few minutes."

"Okay," Grissom said, before he disappeared down the hall.

AAAAA

After a nice quiet breakfast Sara invited Grissom over to her place for coffee. She was busy fiddling with her coffee maker while Grissom was examining her apartment. He finished his examination and took a seat on the couch. He noticed a journal sitting on the coffee table. Thinking that it had something to do with the case they were working, he picked it up and flipped through a few pages. He read half a page before he realized he recognized the writing. In Sara's unique scrawl were her feeling and memories of working the case at the hockey rink.

"Oh, God," Sara groaned. "Of all the things to read, you pick up my journal."

Grissom quickly returned the book to the table with a guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry, Sara. I thought that was one of Jake Reeves' journals."

Sara handed him a cup of coffee and sat next to him. They both sat looking straight ahead, embarrassment making them unable to look at each other. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for several long minutes.

Breaking the silence, Sara asked, "How much of it did you read?"

"Just one page," Grissom replied.

"Which page?"

"The one about the hockey rink."

"Great, now I have to kill you."