Song's by : Newton Faulkner

Song fic by : x-tobecontinued-x

Hey, this is my first attempt at a fanfic full of GSR and maybe some yobling in future chapters

Just to say, I don't own any of these characters or the songs lyrics written, these are property of CBS and Newton Faulkner. Tell me what you think? now getting on with the first chapter. Thanks to my beta Sakeaoi.

Grissom stood there with the same expression he had when Sara left him in Las Vegas just two hours ago. The whole lab was in uproar dealing with the departure of Sara, but also working on one of the lab's biggest cases of the year. Catherine was speaking to him, the team decided that the person with the most experience with life was Catherine. At first he listened to what she had to say but after a while he drifted slowly back to the world which was full of misery, everything with Catherine was said with confidence, but also with sympathy. This wasn't enough obviously, because about six minutes into the conversation she threw he arms up in her Catherine like expression and let lose on him. Warrick, Greg and Nick hid behind the DNA cabinet . They were then joined by Hodges who said with a laugh

"you guys do realise that this cabinet is made of glass right?"

"yeah…And…" the boys spoke in unison

About 30 seconds passed.

"well glass is see through" Hodges said whilst letting out a laugh that would have attracted a deaf lama. Catherine stared at him with a sharp and sudden head jerk.

" you want something Hodges?" the woman said in a calm yet scary voice which meant only one thing, stay out of this.

"well, do you?".

"um yes. No I mean no ma'am, um Catherine".

"that's what I thought" and she went back to Grissom.

Some things gotta change, although I'm lucky in a lot of ways
So, why do I want more than what I have

When the show down was finished, normal work resumed to DNA testing and murders things weren't the same in the lab. Everything seemed to be caught in a strange world where Sara was just a ghost. Grissom sat in his office head caught in the note she left him reading every passage, examining every letter formation he'd grown to recognise instantly over the years he's loved her…You know I love you. I feel I've loved you forever. All he could think about was every reply he would have given he, blaming himself for not seeing all the trouble and strife his soul mate was dealing with. He began to develop a migraine. He sat down on the couch and laid back and covered himself with the blanket they shared, the night they worked with the pig. Closing his eyes, he saw Sara at the door with the big old Sara grin he'd kill to see again and the knock she gave even after she knew he'd seen her. Just at the moment she knocked he snapped back into reality, and at the door he heard a knock. Opened the door only to be greeted by Catherine, desperation and hope still stuck on his face.

"Sorry I thought you were.. Well, someone else." The man spoke whilst dealing with the light she was inflicting upon his eyes.

"you thought I was Sara" Catherine spoke with understanding.

The routine daydreams starts as I get off

The case was about to break open, all ties were left to Doc Robbins' autopsy and whether they had enough evidence to get a warrant. Grissom, and a tired Texan, greeted Doc Robbins. Formalities over, the Doc began the autopsy.

"So, I heard about Sara".

Silence filled the room, making the atmosphere heavy. He started on the check.

"No bruises present. No defence wounds. Roughly 2 inch knife wound in her upper left pectoral. Maybe a pocket knife? No signs of rape… A piece of fabric in her throat, maybe from something to keep her quiet, I'll send it to trace and have it checked for anything that could have drugged her. That's about it gentlemen, if you want I could send the results up with David when I'm finished?"

"Yes, thank you, Al." Grissom said, on the verge of tears.