I don't own CSI. sigh how sad

"Honey" Grissom sat down next Sara and took her small hand into his hand. He gave it a squeeze as reassurance. "You know Grissom; the last thing I would ever expect to happen to me was this. Hell, my mother is jail, no wait I stand corrected she was released to days ago. I went to visit her about a week ago and she said the she would turn my life upside down and create so much drama between us that you would end leaving. She said that I would end up killing you, just like she did my father. She said I have the 'murder gene'" Sara sighed and looked at Grissom. "Sara what she said is not true! No matter what happens, honey I am in this for the long haul. Whatever drama your mother tries to pull she can't get me to leave you. I promise. I told you before there is no such thing as a murder gene" Grissom pulled Sara into his arms and just held her. "I love you, Sara," he whispered. "I love you too" Sara listened to his heartbeat. It was like a lullaby. Before she knew it, she was drifting into a deep slumber. Grissom looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep. Therefore, he laid her down on the sofa and pulled the navy blue blanket she got for him last Christmas and covered her up. He walked across his office and pulled out a pillow that he kept there in case he wanted a couple minutes of rest. He gently put it under her head and just stared at her. 'Sara, I will do anything to keep your mother from screwing our lived up.' He thought. He decided he needed some space so he turned down the lights in his office and wrote her a note and walked out and shut his office door. He walked down the hallway; there was one person he knew who might be able to help solve this case. "GREG!" Grissom called out to the young man. "Hey Griss, what can I do for ya" they met in the middle of the hallway. "Greg I need to see if you can find anything on this note. Now Sara and I both touched it just to let ya know" with that, Grissom walked the other way. He now needed to talk to Laura Sidle. Only person could that for him. He just hoped that Brass could track her and that by talking to Laura wouldn't bring Sara anymore pain. At least that's what he hoped.

A/N: sry for the cliffy but I thought the way I have this story planned there are going to be some cliffy's, and some short chapters and some long ones. So please don't get mad this will be good story I promise.

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