A/N: Here is my interpretation of what bothers Gilbert Grissom.

I feel like I'm struggling with season five a little bit. I apologize if these seem slow-going so far, but it's laying the groundwork for the second half of the season, I promise. Things will get going soon.

Spoilers for episode 5x6, What's Eating Gilbert Grissom?

"I heard what happened."

Sara leaned against the doorjamb of the interrogation room.

"You got here fast," I acknowledged. "Good work on finding the ruse."

She lifted her head in recognition, but didn't smile. I'd been trying to make her smile more lately. I'd been trying lately.

"What do you have?" she asked.

I held up the paper.

"Kevin Greer's art," I said dully.

She took the paper and stared at it.

"This guy was… twisted," she said. "The things he thought, the things he did to those girls…"

"Yet he was average," I said. "You could pass him by without a second glance. Never know what he was capable of."

Sara lifted her gaze from the paper and met my eyes.

"This one was tough for you, wasn't it?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," I replied. "For many reasons."

We were both silent for a few moments before Sara passed back the artwork.

"Catherine needs a hand processing the bathroom," she said, nodding towards the hallway. "I thought I'd take care of it."

"Thank you."

She turned to leave, but paused with her hand on the doorframe.

"You should go home, Griss," she said. "It's been a long shift."

She left, and I watched her go, gloominess settling over my heart. It was cases like these that got the wheels in my head turning. Where I realized what kind of dangers surrounded us, and how much they were capable of destroying. It was cases like these that I worried for Sara.

It was… hard to explain. And besides for my outburst during the Strip Strangler case when she was literally offered up as bait, I'd never revealed my apprehension. But the truth was, I was constantly worried about her, and for her safety. I hated thinking that she could just as easily had been one of Kevin Greer's, or any other killers, victims, just by a cruel twist of fate. She could be taken from me as easily as Janet Kent or Charlene Roth or Kaitlin Rackish. She wasn't. But she could have been, and it was that thought that scared the hell out of me.

It takes heartbreak to make you realize what really matters.