AN: I'd actually like to dedicate this story to my dear friend Thea. It wasn't a coincidence that we met, it was fate. Her birthday was on the 18th too :) I love you, Thea.

Sara had cried so much that night and all because of that man. She wouldn't let him do this to her again. It was finally over.

That night had happened three weeks ago and Grissom was still avoiding Sara.

The team was gathered around the table in the break room and the entomologist was handing out assignments. He assigned Sara to a solo case, again.

"Again?" Nick asked her and Sara just shrugged. "I could work the solo case." He offered kindly.

Grissom looked at him. "I'm sure that Sara's capable of working solo."

Sara snorted. "It's not as if it's something new."

Cold blue eyes settled on her. "Is there a problem with the way I supervise, Sidle?"

She ignored him and pushed her chair back. Standing up, she took the manila folder and went away.

Nick watched her retreating form and then looked back at his boss. "Gris, it's a DB in the middle of nowhere. I'd feel better if she wasn't on her own."

The other man didn't look up from his files. "There are officers at the scene, Nick. She won't be on her own."

The young Texan bit the inside of his cheek. "Of course you don't care." He mumbled and went outside as well.

"Is there anyone else who has a problem with my supervising skills?" Grissom asked.

Catherine looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You should at least call her later to see if she's alright."

Grissom stood up. "If that's all, we have a scene to get to, Catherine."

Greg, Warrick and Nick were working on a double homicide in Henderson, while Grissom and Catherine had a possible suicide at the Luxor. What the graveyard supervisor hadn't realized, was that he had assigned Sara to a decomp in the dessert, she would be pissed at him.

"Hey guys, you finished?" Nick asked his two colleagues.

Greg looked up. "Yeah, we're about to pack together." The man with the spiked hair said.

"Alright. Can you manage alone for a sec? I wanna call Sara."

"Sure thing, man." Warrick answered for both of them.

Nick flipped open his cell and pushed speed dial 2 for his friend. She picked up almost immediately.

"Sidle."

"Hey, Sar, it's Nick. You doin' alright?"

A sigh escaped the woman. "I had better days."

"Is the officer still at the scene?" He asked, concerned about his best friend.

"Nick, I'm not even close to being finished. Of course he's still here. Listen, I really need a shower, I wanna wrap things up here as soon as possible. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay, take care of yourself, doll. Later." Nick replied and disconnected.

Sara put the phone back into the pocket of her vest and continued her search for evidence, unaware of being watched very closely.

The dead man had been in the trunk of his car for at least three weeks, out in the desert. Sara was in the backseat at the moment, the sweet scent of decomposing human flesh was almost too much for her now. Just then her cell began to ring again.

Sara made a frustrated sound and answered it. "Sidle!"

There was a moment of silence and then, "Uhm... Sara, it's Grissom."

"What do you want?" She snarled.

"I just wanted to hear, if you're alright."

Her laughter was full of sarcasm. "Of course I'm alright. It's not as if I'm sitting in the middle of nowhere with a decomp on my hands."

Grissom flinched. He hadn't realized that he'd actually assigned her to a decomp. If she hadn't been angry before, she sure as hell was now.

"Grissom, I want to finish this today, so if there's nothing important..."

"Uhm... ahm... yeah sure. I mean no, there's nothing else."

"Good." Sara said and then hung up.

Grissom closed his cell and sighed, massaging his temple to stop the pain in his head.

"What did you do now?" Came Catherine's voice.

"Decomp." Was the answer, that told his co-worker everything she needed to know.

"Congratulations, Gil. You manages to piss her off again. When will you finally pull your head out of your ass?"

Grissom didn't reply. 'Soon, Catherine. Soon.' He thought to himself.

"Gil." The blonde began. "I know you don't mean to, but you're hurting her. Maybe you should let her go."

He whirled his head around. "What?"

She shrugged. "You should think about transferring Sara. Maybe even to another department."

"I'm not transferring her!"

Catherine lay a hand on his arm. "Gil..."

"I don't want to transfer her!" He almost shouted.

She sighed. "You really love her, don't you?"

Grissom's eyes turned soft. "I can't lose her, Cath."

"Then tell her. You have to let her know. She probably thinks you hate her."

"I could never hate her..." His eyes glazed over.

Catherine smiled. "The girl's chased you for years. She knows you can be a real asshole." At that Grissom glared at her. "But she still wants you."

He sighed. "I know. I want her, too." His confession surprised her.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Catherine asked as soon as she got that stupid grin off her face. "You want each other. Damn, you need each other! Get a grip and go to her. Tell her you want to be with her! Tell her the truth! She deserves that." The blonde took a breath before continuing. "I don't know why she puts up with you. You're one lucky bastard!" She slapped his arm.

"I know." Suddenly he got to his feet, nearly knocking Catherine over in the process. "I love her!" He said and then hugged his co-worker hard. "I love her!" He grinned and started to walk away.

"Oh yeah, Gil. Leave me alone here. Thank you very much..." She shook her head but grinned when she heard his excited voice.

"Thanks, Cath. I owe you."

"Big time, lover boy. Big time." His laugh was the only response she got.