Thanks for the reviews. Hope you enjoy this next installment. Not sure it's going to wind up being anything remotely like the finale but that is what imagination is for..

Chapter 2

Grissom instinctively grabbed her upper arms to keep her from falling backwards. Sara's wide eyed look and arm movement told him that touching her was not a good idea. She let out a loud enough gasp that made DB walk behind the car to make sure she was okay. He stared at her and then at Grissom and knew this was a potentially volatile situation.

DB had known of Gil Grissom before he came to Vegas. Everyone did. One of the top entomologists in the country and possibly the world, Grissom had won the respect of many an investigator for not only his knowledge of bugs but his wealth of knowledge period. While just as shocked but for a whole different reason than Sara at seeing Grissom there it was not outside the realm of possibilities he was called. A mass grave would have quite a few variations of the creepy crawlers that could necessitate an entomologist on site.

Yet from the moment the six eyes started to dart back and forth at each other, DB had a funny feeling that Grissom's appearance was not specifically requested by law enforcement. That meant there was something personal about the place and/or the site. That would be the only logical explanation. It couldn't be that Grissom decided this was a good time to talk to his ex/wife. This potential for a soap opera moment seemed rather amusing to DB but he knew that more serious matters prevailed. He started to walk away and when Sara didn't immediately follow, he gave a short whistle to snap her back to the task at hand.

After a momentary bout of breathlessness looking into Sara's eyes, Grissom was about to extend his hand to the lab supervisor when DB turned and whistled for Sara to join him. Disappointed that he couldn't at least say hello to Sara, there was also a sense of relief in not having to speak, to explain things to her just yet. Her eyes spoke volumes and for the first time – maybe ever – Grissom caught more than just a glimpse of what was emoting behind them. His quest to be more zen, to be more in tune with the people around him was paying off.

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Sara was grateful that DB had said nothing and graciously got her out of that sticky situation. While the consummate professional, Sara could not hide the body language that told the story of how she felt about seeing Grissom. It only took a moment for her to catch up to DB and then surpass him as if she was running a marathon. She started thrusting her kit downwards as if she was trying to make a silent point with it. She found Crawford in front of the front doorway talking to both Greg and Morgan. He gave her a nod when he saw her approaching, DB in tow.

"Homeowner is listed as a Jerome Kessler in trust for an Alison Kessler," Crawford stated reading from his notes.

"Kessler?" Greg's eyes perked up. "Any relation to Lady Heather?" Sara flashed him a look.

"Who's that?" Morgan asked.

"She was a dominatrix. Ran a "dominion" here for years." He glanced at Sara who was giving him her special brand of dagger eyes, but Greg had grown oblivious to them long ago. "She went legit and became a sex therapist or something of the sort. Right Sara?"

"Yeah," Sara replied wondering if anyone would really notice Greg's absence if he suddenly ended up among the corpses in the graves. She walked away and towards the tree lined field.

"Something unusually wrong with Sara tonight?" Morgan asked both DB and Greg. DB walked towards Sara but Greg answered her.

"Lady Heather Kessler was well known to Grissom for years. No one really knows the realm of their relationship but it's always been a sore spot with Sara."

"You know from everything I heard about Grissom I would have never thought he would have anything to do with a dominatrix," Morgan replied.

"Go figure," Greg said adding, "things that Grissom didn't understand seemed to intrigue him a lot. That was probably the appeal. " Morgan nodded and let it go as they walked to one of the bodies and knelt down to take their samples.

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"Sara?" DB called to her as she was on her knees getting a sample of a blanket thread and putting it in a bindle.

"Looks like this victim, which Dave tells me is a male was possibly wrapped in a blanket. I found a thread on top of what appeared to be a trash bag. Greenish color. Hmmm."

"Something probative about the color green?" Sara shook her head.

"No just a reminder of an age old case. Husband killed his wife, wrapped her in a green colored blanket and left her in the woods." Sara's eyes wandered and caught a glimpse of Grissom walking over to talk to Crawford. "I stopped eating meat after Grissom decomp-ed a pig to prove time of death."

"Ah the memories," DB replied. Sara rolled her eyes at him. One thing she could say about DB was that he tended to lighten anyone's mood by his demeanor. Sure there was a certain intensity about him towards his work, his family and his team; but DB also had an aura of peace about him that tended to put even the toughest people at ease. He knelt down to show Sara another green fiber while Detective Crawford came over.

"Finding anything interesting?" Crawford asked. Sara shook her head noncommittally. "There's something fishy about this whole thing I tell ya." DB took the bait. "You know why your husband would have such an interest in this case?" Sara leaned back on her heels and thought about the best way to handle the questions she knew were going to get asked by someone, possibly everyone sooner or later.

"Cup of coffee?" DB asked Sara quickly. He held out his hand to help her up. "We'll be just over there Detective." DB pulled Sara's hand. "Having coffee," he yelled over his shoulder. He let go of Sara and she walked some ways away from the scene. She stopped and turned around to face DB.

"Do you have any coffee?"

"Um no. Does it make a difference to our discussion?"

"I'd be more inclined to talk with coffee," Sara said with her usual smirk.

"My kids used to tell me that they would fess up much sooner if they had ice cream to help them talk," DB replied putting his hands in his pocket.

"What do you want me to fess up to?"

"Let's start out with the fact that you seem to know this scene either by being here or someone you know being here. You seem to know a former owner of the scene who possibly owned the property around the time these graves were fresher. And your significant other/spouse/whatever is hanging around." Sara folded her arms wanting to be anywhere but talking to DB at that moment. He stared at her for a couple of minutes and she knew it was no use.

"In the interest of getting you to stop the beginning of your unending badgering me for answers I will come clean without the ice cream." DB nodded his head in victory. "I have never been in the dominion or the house. You would have to ask Gil about that. I knew where it was and have driven past it once or twice. I hardly know Lady Heather or Dr. Kessler or whatever she is going by these days. The last time I met with her was on a case with CSI Langston back in 2011."

"So you don't know why Grissom would be here?"

"No," Sara said sadly and looked away.

"No contact with him?"

"Did not know he was in Vegas so what does that tell you?" DB gave her right arm a small squeeze. Sara mentioned that she liked to get back to work if she wasn't going to get any coffee or ice cream. DB stepped aside to let her pass. She knelt back down to the spot where she was previously processing and got back to work. DB looked around to scope out where Grissom was mulling around about and saw him over by a sleek black sedan that had just shut it's engine off. He took a step closer and was surprised to see a blonde getting out of the car. She gave Grissom a hug after she shut the door and they walked over to the front of the car. DB focused on her closely and realized it was Catherine Willows.

DB walked in their general direction. He wasn't surprised that Catherine would be in town since her daughter was a CSI with the department. Lindsey was filling her mother's shoes amicably and the whole team was proud of her abilities. But why was Catherine at this particular crime scene. Were the Feds taking over the case? Some jurisdictional matter that he was unaware of?

"Catherine Willows is here," DB said walking up behind Sara. She looked up and over to where Catherine and Grissom stood.

"CSI 15th year reunion?" Sara asked.

"I didn't get an invitation," DB replied dryly. He continued towards the sedan. When Catherine saw him she met him halfway and gave him a quick hug. "Good to see you Cat."

"You as well DB. Have you met Gil Grissom?" she asked walking with him back to her car.

"Not officially no. I've heard a couple of his lectures and we almost met a few hours ago when Sara and I arrived," DB said extending out his hand. Grissom took it and nodded.

"I've heard a lot about you DB," Grissom said letting go of his hand.

"Your reputation proceeds you," DB replied. Grissom glanced at him and didn't know what to make of that statement. Was he meaning it professionally or personally.

"Catherine, Lindsey is about a tenth of a mile down the northern side of the field just passed where Greg is processing if you want to say hello. But first I am curious as to why you are here? I didn't think the Feds would be called in this early in the investigation."

"I'm not here officially yet but I'm sure it's just a matter of time before we find crossed jurisdictional lines and are asked to step in," Catherine replied. DB wanted to ask why Grissom was there but felt this was not the time or place for it.

"Care to walk with me?" Catherine asked DB. She mentioned to Grissom that she would be back in a while. Grissom nodded and moved back over to stand by his car.

"Do you have any idea what Gil Grissom is doing here?" DB asked her.

"I was getting around to asking him when you walked up. But knowing whose place this is or was gives me a pretty good indication." DB looked at her intrigued. He kept silent knowing that it wouldn't take long for Catherine to start talking while they were walking.

TBC