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A/N: This one's a bit shorter than the last chapter, but oh well. Thanks to the people who reviewed!

Chapter 2

He knew it was wrong. He knew that he couldn't tell anyone what he saw in the parking lot. Grissom and Sara obviously didn't want to go public with whatever they were doing. But he had almost let it out. In his own defense, Catherine had started the gossip, though. Wanting to know about Grissom and Lady Heather. Such old news. What Brass had was up to date and so much better.

Usually the gossip stuff just didn't really draw him in. Of course he kept up with it to a degree. It was always helpful to know what was going on in the departments. But this was Grissom and Sara for Christ's sake!

And if their friend was screwing up, who better to set his ass straight than Catherine?

So he had almost told her. But then that guard had shown up dead and effectively derailed the conversation.

Probably a good thing, too.

And now they were on their way over to Lady Heather's house to talk about the death of that security guard. The one who mysteriously died in the same place where someone tried to kill Heather. Yeah. Probably just a coincidence. Well, if Grissom and Sara were together maybe she'd at least be able to keep him away from everyone's favorite neighborhood dominatrix.

Or not.

What the hell had just happened? Since when did Grissom spend the night at Lady Heather's place chatting over a good cup of tea? Especially since he had a girlfriend?!

Didn't he? They had to be dating; he'd seen it with his own eyes. If Grissom was acting so cozy with Heather while he was dating Sara, he'd deck him one. Somebody had to knock some sense into the idiot!

Brass decided to do a little experiment. If Grissom and Sara were as comfortable with each other as they seemed last night, they must have been dating for a while now. So there would obviously be clues of this in their places of residence. Because whenever you come into contact with something, you leave a little piece of yourself behind. Jim Brass had not been night shift supervisor of the crime lab at one time for nothing.

This would be interesting.