November: Thanksgiving

Sara was closer to right then anyone thought she maybe. There had been six more homeless men found, each died from a blow to the head and each missing some piece of clothing along with whatever small amount of change the man my have. They were no closer to solving it then they were the day the first one was found. Each man and each scene was processed and the results were set in a special folder and kept in Grissom's desk, he kept hoping that some day they would catch a break.

Meanwhile, life moved on. No one was surprised when Catherine and Vartann made their relationship known. Everyone thought it was over after she refused to move in with him but, as Lou would tell everyone, "I didn't want to lose a good thing and Cath is the best thing that ever happened to me. We will make it work."

Greg continued to work on his book about old time Vegas, Nick was working on something but wouldn't tell anyone.

Thanksgiving Day rolled around and, like so many other holidays, the team had to work but fortunately the load was light that night.

Grissom called everyone into his office.

"I have arranged it so we can all have our turkey, well all of us except a vegetarian that we all know," he said.

Everyone laughed.

"Lets go eat," Grissom said, "I'm starved."

He led the way to the break room. There, on several tables was everything needed for a turkey dinner - plenty of turkey and all the fixings.

Gil picked up a glass of tea, "I just wanted to thank all of you for everything that you do. Each of you are special in your own way and this team could not function with the efficiently it does with out each of you. To friendship."

Each raised a glass, "To friendship," they all said.

Grissom invited the others to join them too. He filled his plate and waked over to where Sara sat.

"I just wish it could be just the two of us," he whispered.

Sara smiled at him, "No. This is the way it should be. Friends and family gathered around the table."

Very softly she whispered, "I love you." Grissom smiled, his eyes answered her.

"What are you two up to?" Greg said, walking over to where they sat.

"Nothing," Grissom said, "Sara just said that this is the way it should be, with family and friends gathered around the table."

"Never thought about it that way," Greg said, "I mean the team is like family." Then Greg laughed, "You know, you guys are more my family then my family."

Greg left and headed back to the table for seconds.

"Don't eat to much," Nick said, "You know what they say about turkey making you sleepy."

"If I get to sleepy Sara can take my cases," Greg said, "She is the only one not eating turkey."

Sara just laughed. As she stood Hodges accidentally bumped into her, spilling her plate all over her shirt.

"I'm so sorry," David said.

"No problem," Sara said, "I keep a spare outfit here, I'll just go shower change."

Sara headed down the hall and called Grissom on her cell phone, "Want to join me?"

Grissom closed his phone and stood, "Business."

"Need some help?" Nick asked.

"I got it, you all enjoy yourselves," Grissom said, "It's bugs."

Gil walked into the shower room and locked the door behind him, Sara had already taken her dirty clothing off. Gil went to her and pulled her into his arms. Normally their lovemaking was slow and gentle, there would be no time for that - not now anyway. Right now they just needed to quench the fire that was burning within.

As they kissed Sara unfastened his trousers letting then fall to the floor they were followed by his boxers. Her hand found his already erect manhood, she stroked it. Gil moaned softly.

He sat on the bench and Sara straddled him, easing herself onto his manhood. Gil pumped into her, making sure to hit her spot with each pump, he could feel her tighten as her climax neared.

Gil kissed her, Sara's cry of pleasure as her orgasm hit was silenced by the kiss. Gil pushed himself deep inside her and released himself, Sara lay her head against his shoulder, they held each other as their bodies calmed.

Sara kissed him, "Now I really need a shower."

Gil smiled. It would be hard to explain why he was wet so as Sara showered he went to the sink and washed himself.

Going back to the break room Nick looked at him, "Everything ok?"

"Fine," Grissom said.

A little later Sara rejoined the group, freshly showered and - not that anyone else would know - completely satisfied.

"Feeling better?" Grissom asked.

"Oh yeah," she said.

Grissom's phone rang again after answering it he shook his head, "Have another one."

"I'm finished," Sara said, "I'll go with you."

"OK," he said, "Cath, this is the number to call when you all are done. They will come in and clean up. Someone save me a good size piece of that pie."

On their way to the scene Gil touched Sara's hand, "Thanks, I needed that."

Sara lift his hand and kissed it, "Me too."

Grissom stood and shook his head, everything was just the same as it was the other times.

"Will we ever catch this one?" Sara asked, squatting down to start her collection.

"Only if we get very lucky," Grissom said.

Dave Phillips came around the corner, "Dinner was great, thanks."

Grissom nodded his head.

"Whata we got?" Dave asked.

"Same as the others," Sara said, standing to get out of his way.

"Son of a ….," Dave whispered.

"I know," Sara said, "Let us know if there is anything new."

"Will do," Dave said, pushing the body away.

"At least this ones not a JOHN DOE," Sara said, "I found this in his pocket."

Sara handed Grissom a piece of paper, it was an expired drivers license in the name of Henry Hill.

The Monday after Thanksgiving Sara stuck her head in Grissom's office.

"Our DB picked up some food and clothing from St. Ann's," she said, "Brass notified all the shelters and asked them to let us know if any of our deceased men showed up and some guy just cashed in a voucher for some clothing and food."

"Grab Greg and check it out," Grissom said, hoping this was the break they had been looking for.

At the shelter the lady in charge told them that ever since the homeless men had been turning up dead they have put names on all the vouchers.

"Someone came in yesterday and turned in a voucher in the name of Henry Hill. I did not know that Mr. Hill had been murdered until I opened my e mail just a few minutes ago," the lady in charge said.

Sara asked to talk to the person who took care of "Mr. Hill". She and Greg were told to go to the kitchen and ask for Gloria.

In the kitchen they were told that a man came in on Friday and handed her the voucher for some caned goods, a pair of jeans and a shirt along with two pair of socks and a pair of shoes. Gloria handed them the voucher and showed them where the man got his goods.

"Can you tell us what he looked like?" Sara asked.

"I really wasn't paying much attention," Gloria said, "We were pretty busy. He was about as tall as him (she pointed to Greg), he had dark hair and brown eyes." Gloria opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper, "I'm not sure if this will help but we have to keep tract of everything we give out. His pants size is 28, his shirt size is 16 and his shoes are a 9."

Sara thanked her and called Grissom, after she hung up she looked at Greg, "Grissom said that those sizes are the same as the others so it's a good bet that this is our killer."

"To bad they don't have surveillance cameras in there," Greg said.

Sara was about to drive away when Gloria came running out with a bag in her hand.

"I just remembered," she said, handing Greg the bag, "We ask everyone to leave there old clothing here. Sometimes we can wash and repair them and use them again. I haven't had a chance to wash them yet."

Back at the lab Greg and Sara processed the clothing for DNA. The good news was that there was DNA, the bad news was that it was not anywhere on file.