Generations

Author: Moggie

Pairing: G/S Category: Romance Rating: R Summary: A surprise story for all those G/S writers and shippers out there. Enjoy. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

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Part One

Jordan practically wobbled down the hallway. She clutched a file in her left hand and her right rest on her lower back. She winced for the fifth time in two minutes and grinned at the look on her mothers face.

"What?" Jordan asked.

Her mother met her halfway and placed her hand on her stomach. "Moving around huh?"

Jordan snorted lightly. "You kidding me? He's doing acrobatics not single summersaults."

"Hey Sara?"

Sara turned and nodded. "Be right there Grissom." She waved him away as she turned her attention back to the hard kicked directed at her hand. "Just remember, you did the same. It was agony." She smiled and leaned over Jordan's stomach to kiss her cheek. "See you later for dinner."

"We'll be there." Jordan promised.

Sara took the file Jordan had brought in for her and hurried down the hall towards the layout room. Entering the room, she raised a single brow at the sight. "Mmmm." She hummed.

Grissom turned and smiled shyly. "Stop it."

"What?" She grinned and approached him. "Here you go." She offered him the file and he took it.

Looking through the file, he glanced up briefly as Sara leaned over the layout table to examine the evidence. Grissom was examining evidence of his own and cleared his throat softly as he tried to focus his attention back on the file in his hands.

"You find anything interesting?" She asked lifting a baggy.

Grissom nodded and looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "Very interesting." He smirked and took another glance as she leaned further over the table to get a smaller baggy.

Sara looked at him through the under part of her arm and smiled. "About the case?"

He thought for a second. "No." Closing the file, he leaned against the table beside her and handed her the autopsy results. "Nothing conclusive, but the vic did have water in her lungs and a finger shaped bruise on her arm. No prints yet, but we can do that later." He took the baggies from her and placed them back on the table. "Come on. Ian's waiting for us to check the scene again."

They locked the door to the layout room and headed for the car park. Once settled in the Tahoe, Sara turned the radio on. Grissom drove quietly as he concentrated on the road. Sara was humming to the music as she looked over her notes made from the first scene walk through.

Detective Ian Fields was standing at the front door of the victims house. He was talking to a trooper about the up coming game.

"No, don't place bets, just enjoy the game." Ian explained.

The trooper grinned. "Not into the gambling then Detective?"

Ian chuckled. "Er no. My wife wouldn't let me if I wanted to. It's not going to happen anyway with the baby on the way."

The trooper looked up at a black Tahoe pulling up next to his patrol car. "I better go. Back to plodding the streets of Vegas. See you around Detective Fields."

"Sure. Hope you get lucky at the weekend." Ian shouted.

"Cheers."

Ian smiled at the CSI's as they walked up the path. "Wondering when you'd get here."

Sara hugged him. "Sorry we're late. Not cold are you? The temperatures dropping."

"Nope. I'll be fine. My jackets in the car. Ready to go in?"

"Lets do this and go home." Grissom grumbled.

Sara raised her eyebrows at the older man. "Don't get grumpy just because we have work."

"Must be coming down with something." He shrugged. "That's never happened to me before." He frowned and followed them into the house.

After searching the house again, they couldn't find anything that they missed. Ian was waiting in the downstairs hallway while they continued to go over a few things.

The victims name is Betty Halls. She was attacked in her home two nights ago. There were signs she was attacked. Struggle in the hall and living room, although there were few bruises. The odd thing about the cause of death was the water in the lungs. She was 56 and had no pool. So either the attacker poured water down her throat until she drowned or fill the bath or sink and drowned her that way. No prints were found on either of them. The upstairs bathroom was clean, but a brown hair with no skin tag was found in the downstairs bathroom. No bath or shower in the downstairs bathroom, but a bath upstairs. All water sources were printed and nothing came back. It was starting to become a dead end.

Sara was searching outside for any clue, even though their were no signs anybody had been out the back or the front. The struggle was situated in the hall and living room, but the bathroom was where they found the hair. Very odd crime scene.

Grissom leaned against the drivers door of the Tahoe and watched as Sara finished walking around the perimeter. He chewed on his bottom lip in anticipation. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to go home and take his mind off anything to do with the case. He was tired from working a double and had not been getting much sleep lately.

Looking up at the man resting against the Tahoe, Sara noticed his head was down and his arms were crossed over his chest. He was looking tired. She knew, although he tried to hide it. He'd walk around the lab in silence. Although that was nothing new.

Deciding that there was nothing more, Sara left Ian to lock up while she made her way to the car. Stopping in front off Grissom, she watched him carefully. He now had his eyes closed. "You ok Griss?" She asked softly.

His eyes snapped open and he immediately pushed off the car. "Fine." He muttered before climbing into the car. Sara sighed and got in beside him after waving to Ian.