Summary: Something happens… this chapter isn't that long...but it has a suspenseful ending…

Disclaimer: Still don't own CSI…didn't think you thought I did anyway…

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The hotel was huge. The building itself stretched over several acres of ground and there was a small river that ran by its side. Canoes in racks by the rivers shores awaited tourists who would wake up tomorrow to start their day. The three of them walked up to the front desk and signed in.

"Here are your keys," the woman at the front desk told them. "You'll be staying in room 207, 112, and 335. Enjoy your stay at the Fairview Hotel. Call room service or the front desk if you are in need of any assistance."

As they started walking towards the elevator, Sara asked, "Who gets what room?"

"It really doesn't matter does it, but I'll take the one on the third floor if you'd like."

"I'll take the room on the second floor and I guess you get 112, Griss," Sara said, pressing the buttons marked 1, 2, and 3 on the elevator wall.

"Sure, sounds good," Grissom replied, "I guess I'll see you later. We could meet in the lobby in two hours." Sara and Sam nodded their heads and Grissom stepped off the elevator onto the floor.

The rest of the ride was silent; Sara didn't know Grissom's friend and was keen on talking to people she didn't know unless it was for a case. So, when it was her turn to get off, she nodded at him silently and stepped off with her luggage to begin searching for her room. According to the floor plan on the wall, her room was down the hall and to the left on the very end and by the looks of it, she'd be looking out at the river.

Finally, some peace and quiet alone time, she thought as she set her stuff down on the bed and looked around, surveying the room where she'd be staying for the week, Looks nice enough. There's a full sized bed, a small couch by a fireplace, shower, bath, TV. Looks good. She unpacked her things and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers over her and drifting off to sleep.

Two and a half hours later, she woke up to someone knocking at her door.

"I'll be right there," she said and peered down at her watched to see that she was half an hour late to meet Grissom and his friend downstairs. "Shit," she mumbled to herself as she pulled on a sweater and threw on her shoes.

She opened the door to find Grissom standing there. "Sorry," she said, "I over slept. I guess that plane ride made me tired."

"No problem, Sam hasn't shown up yet either so after waiting for a while I figured I'd come up and find your rooms."

Sara locked her door and put the room key in her pocket.

"Well, I guess we should go check up on him, too, then," Sara said simply and then they walked back to the elevators.

Starting up conversation, Grissom commented, "When downstairs in the lobby I saw a small café. If you and Sam and hungry we could go grab something to eat and then check out the place and see where exactly we're headed tomorrow and at what time."

"Sounds good," Sara said, "And then I'm heading back up to my room. For a hotel, the bed was comfortable and clean."

"You checked to make sure everything was sterile?"

"Down to the last tile in the shower," Sara said, a small smile growing upon her face.

"Well, I'm glad to know I'm in a clean hotel," Grissom laughed.

The elevator stopped abruptly and the doors opened to let them onto the third floor of the building. From there they found Sam's room and Grissom rapped softly.

"Be right with you," the man in the room said and within a minute or two he unlocked the door. "Gil, Sara, sorry I was late. I unpacked and then settled down to watch the football game. Time sure does fly when you're enjoying a good football game, especially when the last time you watched TV was a month and a half ago."

Grissom only nodded, not fully understanding Sam's enjoyment of watching a football game; though he figured that it would equal the enjoyment of watching the discovery channel to him. He and his friend had certainly changed since they last saw each other, which was some time ago.

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Down at the café, Sara decided to let the two men sit by themselves; she, on the other hand, sat by a window where she could look out the window and think. She sipped at the steaming hot coffee and slipped into her mind.

I wonder what's going on at the lab right now; it would be 7:46 out there. Greg and Sophia have to work double to pull our weight because Ecklie won't bring in someone from swing shift and day shift is already down one man. But, perhaps Greg and Sophia are better off without me and maybe I needed a break, even if it still is business. Greg will have Sophia to show him the ropes; isn't she more experienced anyway? And I'm sure she won't mind that I'm not there and I'm glad Grissom is here away from her, I think. None of this makes any sense.

She found that for some reason, staring in the window and seeing Grissom's reflection, made her think of everything.

There I am, there he is. I feel something and I know he had to, too. Nothing happens.

There she is, there he is. Is something happening?

The way they talk and get along and when they sat in his office discussing some book I felt as though he had moved from me, what he'd given up on before anything happened, and wants to take a chance with her. Or is this all in my head? Did he really have something for me or was I just imagining and thinking so much I actually thought that was happening?

She tried to stop herself, but the years kept playing back through her mind. That first time they met, her first day in Las Vegas, the plant, the explosion, the decline, that case, the DUI, the regret, Sophia, the team getting split. It all kept playing over and over and it almost made her dizzy as the images danced around her in the room, in her mind. It wasn't until someone came over and said her name that she shuddered, nearly spilled her coffee on herself, and then zoned back in to reality.

"Sara?" Grissom asked.

"Hmm?" she mumbled and then saw his reflection in the glass and turned around, "Sorry."

"Are you alright?"

"I guess I'm still tired." She got up from her chair, "You don't mind if I head up to my room early, do you?"

"No, not at all. I guess I'll talk to you in the morning then. If you need anything, just call."

Nodding, Sara picked up her coffee cup and said goodnight to Grissom and his friend before heading back upstairs. It was relatively short trip and silent as well. The only person in the lobby, other than herself, was the receptionist behind the grey marble counter. The elevator ride was no different than any other and she stepped out onto the second floor, finding it empty, but nevertheless, the she found it eerily quiet. Perhaps it wasn't empty.

Breathing, was that breathing? She asked herself, keeping her ears keen for any noise, though she was sure it had to be room service picking up someone's dishes or refreshing the towel stock of a room. There it is again; breathing. She felt at her waist for her gun, only to remember that she hadn't had it on her since they left Las Vegas.

She heard breathing, still, but that didn't matter anymore. A pang of dizziness came over her and her body dropped to the floor.

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