Disclaimer: Not mine.

It had been a long night and it was about to get even longer. Brass was bringing in their suspect to a double homicide they had all been working the last couple of weeks. They had matched the prints on a knife, used to slaughter a man and his wife, to a Samuel Baker. Grissom was waiting in the interrogation room when Brass brought the suspect in. He took his cuffs off and sat him down at the table.

"Mr. Baker I'm Gil Grissom with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Where were you on the night of May 14th?"

"Like you really expect me to remember that. I don't even remember what I did yesterday."

"It would be in your best interest to remember. We have a knife that was used in a double homicide with your prints all over it. How do you explain that?"

Baker just glared at Grissom and didn't say anything.

"Do you know a Mr. and Mrs. James Cobalt?"

Baker just shook his head no and wouldn't take his eyes off Grissom. Just then Brass' phone rang and he stepped outside to take the call.

"You know, our people are searching your apartment as we speak. You want to just tell me what they're going to find?"

"They aint gonna find shit. I don't know anything about this."

"What size shoe do you wear Mr. Baker?"

"What the hell is it to you?"

"We have shoeprints that left a blood trail in the house. You were sloppy Mr. Baker."

Baker was fuming at this point.

"What I want to know is why. These were decent people. Why did you do it?"

"I didn't do anything! You're framing me!" Grissom rolled his eyes at that.

Baker jumped out of his chair and lunged at Grissom. He punched Grissom in the face and Grissom fell to the floor. Baker followed and was hovering over Grissom, ready to hit him again, when Grissom punched Baker. They wrestled and Baker landed another punch to Grissom's cheek before Brass and another officer came rushing into the room. They managed to get Baker in handcuffs and he was staring at Grissom.

"You got nothin' on me pig. You better think twice about coming after me."

Brass looked towards the officer and gave Baker a push. "Get him out of here!"

Grissom was sitting on the floor with his head against the wall.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Yah, you look fine. Come on, let's get you some ice."

He had a busted lip, his cheek was getting some not so nice color to it, and he had a cut on his nose. He was sitting in his office with the icepack to his cheek when Catherine came in.

She walked over to his desk as he lowered the icepack. "Hey. Wow, that's gonna hurt tomorrow."

"It hurts enough right now." He put the icepack back to his cheek.

"What are you still doing here? Go home Grissom."

"If you insist." She smiled and he stood and tossed the icepack in the trash.

He was so exhausted and sore, he forgot that she was going to be there. There was enough sun coming in through the blinds so he didn't need to turn on any lights. As soon as he got to the bedroom doorway he stopped. He leaned against the doorframe just soaking in the sight of her naked in his bed. She always told him that it was more comfortable feeling the sheets against her skin than wearing pajamas. He had no complaints. She was lying on her stomach with the sheet just covering up to the middle of her back.

He stepped over to the nightstand and set his phone and wallet down. He kissed her back right between her shoulders. He winced from pain in his lower lip. She smiled at the feel of his lips and the tickle of his beard. She turned over while scooting a little on the bed. He took off his jacket and sat down and faced her. As she started to focus in on his face, her smile quickly turned to a frown.

"Griss, what happened to your face?"

Trying to lighten the mood he replied, "I need to trim my beard?"

"GRISSOM! You know what I'm talking about!"

He smirked. "You should see the other guy." He paused and let out a sigh. "Does it really look that bad?"

She grinned. "Well, you're still incredibly hot. But what happened?"

He winced at the comment. He didn't know why but it always made him feel uncomfortable when she would talk about him like that, and she knew it. He let out a deep sigh, kicked off his shoes, and laid down beside her. She nestled into his side and he put an arm around her. He told her a short version of the day's events. She held him even tighter. They were quiet for awhile and she realized he was asleep. She sighed and soon drifted off as well.

He woke up 5 hours later alone. He realized his shirt was on the floor. He couldn't remember if he took it off or if Sara did. He was too sore to really care. He went to the bathroom then padded out to the living room. Sara was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table wearing one of his shirts. She was watching a crime documentary. He walked over and sat right next to her. She put a hand on his thigh.

"Hey. How you feeling?"

"Sore." He leaned his head on her shoulder. He looked pitiful.

"I bet. How would you like a massage?"

"Not right now honey. I just want to sit here with you for awhile." HHHHHjjjj

He looked up and kissed her lips softly. "Thank you." She smiled and he put his head back down on her shoulder.

She kissed his head. "Anytime babe."

Just then his home phone rang. He groaned and she got up to get it for him. She handed it to him and he answered it. "Grissom."

"Hey pal. I hate to make you feel worse than you probably are right now."

"What is it Brass?"

"I don't know how else to tell you-"

"BRASS!"

"The knife is gone."

"What! What do you mean gone?"

"It disappeared from the evidence locker. Nobody knows how."

"Great."

"Look, we have him right now for assaulting a police officer but he lawyered up and will probably be out in a few hours. I want you to know, as soon as he's out I'm putting a guy on you. Baker seemed to think this was your fault."

"Fine. Whatever you think is necessary. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, get some rest. I'll keep you up to date."

"Thanks." He let out a sigh.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. Sara was eager to here what that was about but she didn't want to push.

He looked at her. "We're back to square one. The knife is gone."

Her jaw dropped. "No way. How did that happen?"

He shook his head and shrugged. She put her arms around him. "We'll get him babe."

TBC