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"Whatever it is I am ..." Cath stopped mid sentence as she entered his office behind him, her eyes dropping to the chair in front of his desk and onto "Sara?"

"Hey Cath?" Sara said slowly, looking as puzzled as the blonde. Cath, however, caught on quick. She flicked her gaze up to meet Grissom's.

"Gil, can I see you for a moment?" She asked calmly through gritted teeth.

"No." He answered simply. "Close the door please."

"Gil." She tried again, more forcefully this time, but he blatantly ignored her, making himself comfortable behind his desk. With another growl she closed the door.

"Sara," He began gently, fixing the confused brunette with a soft gaze. "There's something we need to talk to you about." He paused, debating about how to say the next bit. "Catherine and I know that you've been seeing a counsellor." Sara's dark eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out. "We got this..."

"You, Gil; you got it." Catherine interjected, pacing by the door like a caged tiger. Sara glanced up at the blonde with a soft frown etched into her features, but Cath couldn't bear to meet her eyes.

"I got this," he corrected, "from Dr Bonner." He placed the file carefully on the desk in front of her. She stared at it hard for a long moment.

"Dr Bonner lost my file." She mumbled softly.

"He didn't lose it." Catherine countered. Sara looked up at her again, wide-eyed, and back to the file. Slowly she rose her gaze to meet Grissom's eager expression.

"You took it?" She asked, her quiet voice brimming with confusion.

"Yes. I..."

"Did you read it?" She interrupted, reaching out a tentative hand to lightly graze the cover.

"Yes." He nodded.

"And you?" She looked up, and even in the dim light Catherine swore that she could see the hurt buried in Sara's hazel eyes. She took a deep breath and nodded. For a moment no one spoke, giving Sara chance to absorb this information.

In a rare display of humanity Grissom reached a hand across the table, intending to rest it on Sara's, but she pulled hers away.

"Sara, we know this..." He began softly, but his actions seemed to have awoken something within her and she was on her feet in an instant, stumbling backwards until her back hit the shelf. Catherine stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to steady Sara before she fell, but the brunette wrenched her arm out of reach.

"Sara..." Cath started, but it was too late. The girl was out of the door before she could say anything else. Catherine followed her into the hall, but no one was stopping Sara now. A blaze of light glimmered off the front door, illuminating the deserted reception just for a second as Sara disappeared into the dawn light.

All Catherine could do was sigh and shake her head.

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"What the hell is the matter with you?" She snapped, marching back into the office where Grissom was poised on his feet behind his desk. "What did I tell you?" She stopped opposite his desk, hands on her hips.

"I was just trying to help..."

"No you weren't, you didn't do this for her you did it for yourself." She flicked her blonde hair back angrily.

"I was..."

"You were trying to clear your conscience. Make up for stealing her file by playing therapist."

"I care about her Catherine." Grissom shouted.

"So do I." she hissed. "But this was not the way to help her. I told you to leave it out!"

"And what? Let her carry on dealing with this by herself."

"She was seeing a counsellor Gil. She was dealing with it in her own way."

"I did what you asked, I put her first!" He snapped.

"Well she seemed real grateful, Gil. Maybe next time you could tie her down and force feed her; fix her eating problems." He dropped his head, ashamed. "I told you to leave her be. And I could have sworn I told you to take that file back!" His expression turned sheepish as she turned to leave. Mirroring the fight a few days earlier, she stopped in the threshold and turned to send him a final shot. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me."

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Brass hopped out of his car, tilting his head back to let the early morning sun shine down on him, just for a second, before walking back into the world of death. As he made his way slowly across the empty parking lot, no hurry in his walk this morning, his trained eyes reached the front steps long before he did.

And what he saw made him run.