Title: Tears are in your eyes

Disclaimer: Don't even own the DVD's yet. Wouldn't mind owning Eric Szmanda though :)

Dedication: For FicFreak6, Crookedpen, Unlikely-to-bear-it, Dnagal, Celsie, Sidlegirl21, Casemsosea, Tabbiez, Eruanne of the Woodland Realm, Missusmesser, Dragon of Athena, LocoGreggo, Chelsea, Jen, and JessicaSummers who reviewed my last CSI fic Greg's Birthday. You guys are the best!

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LocoGreggo with Changes

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Devience by Jenny70529

A/N – Pt1 has been revised and reposted due to exams it hadn't been betaed. Also I had an inconsistency with pt1 and pt3 so I have to amend a few lines in pt1. You don't need to re-read it if you don't want to, this is just to let you know incase you think something doesn't add up lol.

"We can talk later?" Greg asked not wanting to let the subject drop.

"Yeah fine, whatever." Sara replied hoping 'later' wouldn't come. She didn't know if she would be able to lie to Greg. "Let's just concentrate on the case for now. I'm driving." She said walking towards the garages

."Hey Sara," Jim Brass said to the CSI as herself and Greg stepped out of the car.

"Hey," Sara nodded to the Detective.

"Brass! I though your mom would have brought you up better than that. Ignoring people will get you blacklisted ya know." Greg told the older man.

"You're right Greg," he said turning back to Sara. "I feel sorry for you Sar, having to put up with Sanders. He's such a cocky lab rat." Sara managed a small laugh as she put on her gloves and picked up her case.

"Hey! That wasn't nice," Greg sulked.

"Well I wasn't ignoring you," Brass chuckled. "Let's go in shall we?" Sara nodded before Brass led the way up the path to the small detached house.

The place was a mess.

"What happened here?" Greg asked softly as he photographed the scene.

"Apparently Miss Johnson came home from her shift at the Desert Palms hospital everything was normal, was home about thirty minutes before she was disturbed by the sound of glass smashing. Looks like point of entry was though the patio door. She heard noises on the stairs, and then someone entered her room. Raped her, then beat her. Only phone in the house is in the kitchen. Neighbours called in a disturbance. First officers on scene were Kenlin and Rogers, both are outside waiting for you. Paramedics arrived shortly after. They say they haven't disturbed anything." Brass filled in both Sara and Greg. "I'm going to go talk to Miss Johnson now. You'll be okay in here won't you, police have already cleared the place."

"We'll be fine. I'll take the bedroom." Sara's voice was emotionless as she headed out of the room. "Greg, sort in here and see if there's anything in the kitchen. Meet me in the bedroom after you've finished."

"I knew you always wanted my body Sara." Greg smiled, but soon stopped seeing the look on Sara's face.

"Greg, a woman was raped and beaten here and you're talking about me wanting your body. Get a freaking life and get some fucking decency while you're at it." Sara spat at him. Greg's face dropped when he realised what he had just said.

"Oh God, Sara, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Honestly. It's just habit for me to flirt like that with you. I never…I'm sorry." Greg finished softly knowing he'd just really screwed up.

"Just get to work Greg." Sara snapped heading towards the vic's bedroom.

Sara looked around the room. It was probably the cleanest in the house. No smashed glass, photo frames or upturned furniture. Just a few crumpled bed sheets, and that made it seem so much worse. Sara photographed the scene and began searching for evidence. Nothing. The room was clear of prints, with the exception of the vic's. The sheets had only a small trace of blood, most likely also the vic's, but no trace of her attackers.

The bathroom adjoined the bedroom. Sara made her way in but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the message written on the bathroom mirror.

Simon says – be scared.

Simon says – tell the police.

Simon says – I'll see you around.

The world swam as the words were blazed into her memory. A gasp was torn from her throat as she did the only thing she could think of. Sara ran.

Greg had just finished processing the kitchen and had been on his way to the bedroom with the intention of begging Sara to forgive him when she ran right into him causing him to end up sitting on a load of glass shards. Greg pushed himself off the floor, wincing slightly as he felt several shards slice through his skin, and followed Sara.

"Brass!" Greg yelled as he left the crime scene at a slight jog. "Get hold of Grissom. Tell him something's up with Sara. Oh, and don't let anyone inside yet." He just managed to see Brass nod before going into a full out sprint.

He found Sara half way down the long street, sat in a small park hidden between two houses.

"Sara?" He said quietly, sitting next to her on the bench she was sat. "Sar, what happened?" Sara jumped as Greg touched her, a fine tremble shook her body.

"This isn't the first attack." Sara voice almost couldn't be heard over the small breeze.

"Sar, what do you mean? You can't mean…" Greg was lost for words as Sara turned to him, tears in her eyes.

"I was so scared Greg, but I was more scared that if people at work knew, then they'd treat me differently, so I never reported it. I had the same note left behind as the one on the vic's mirror."

"You could have told me Sara. You should have known I'd never judge you because of it." Greg whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

Grissom stood at the park gates watching Sara and Greg. If it wasn't for the little information he'd got from Brass he'd have walked right past them assuming them to be a couple, not co-workers in the middle of an investigation.

"Sara, what happened?" Grissom asked, walking up to the pair as they pulled apart slightly.

"Sara felt ill," Greg spoke for her. "I got worried when she ran from the scene so I followed. I told her she shouldn't have come in today." Greg frowned at her, squeezing her hand gently.

"I should have listened to Greg and called in sick," Sara sighed, hoping to whatever God that was out there that Grissom would believe them. Grissom frowned slightly at the pair while taking in Sara's pale face and slight tremble.

"Go home Sara. I'll take the case with Greg. I don't want to see you at work until you one hundred percent. Go." Grissom waved her off as he headed back down the street.

"Go on home or…" Greg rummaged in his jeans and finally pulled out a key, "go back to mine if you don't think you can deal with staying at yours all night. I'll find you after shift. We can talk then." Greg said giving her another quick squeeze, wishing he could take the scared, haunted look from her eyes.

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