*A/N: Apologies for taking so long with this update. It's been hectic lately with Uni assignments, but Christmas is nearly upon us, so updates will be a bit more frequent. Thanks for stick with it. So, onto the next chapter.*

Chapter 4

The blood drained from Vincent Jones' face. Grissom watched Sara sit back slightly, in triumph, a smile playing across her face. Jones looked at his lawyer, who leaned forward to whisper something in his ear. Jones nodded and looked back to Sara.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, looking at Sara. She looked to Brass, who nodded. Sara was clearly going to take lead on this.

"How do you know Charlotte Smith?" She started.

"I don't" What Jones' reply.

"Sure you do." She said, smoothly.

"Listen to me, you stupid bitch-"

"Watch your language." Brass warned. Sara put her hand on his arm, Grissom couldn't help the surge of jealously that ran through him at that gesture. 'Calm down, Gil. You have no right to be jealous.' Strangely enough, that didn't work. He knew that there was nothing between Sara and Brass, except for friendship, but he could help but wish it was his arm under her hand at that moment. He would never tell her, but he remembered the time she brushed his cheek. His pulse shot right up at her touch, in fact, if it had stayed there he was sure he would have kissed her right then and there.

Sara took her hand away and turned her attention back to Jones, she clasped her hands together over the table and leaned on her elbows. Grissom watched her flip her hair back, with a move of her hair. He gripped his hands together as he watched Jones, watching her. His eyes travelled down her neck to her chest and it took all of Grissom's will power to stay where he was.

"Mr Jones, your blood was found on the victim and we found a 22 calibre bullet in the victim. Our lab is processing it." Sara opened the file in front of her. "I see here that you have a gun registered to yourself. A 22, if I'm not mistaken." She looked up, with that Sara smile. "How much are you willing to bet, that our lab is going to match the bullet form the victim to your gun?"

"Not a lot." He replied, coolly.

"Look, Miss Sidle." Jones' attorney, Mark Fitzgerald, spoke up. "All you've got on my client is DNA. Unless you can prove that the bullet came from his gun, there's nothing more you can ask of him." He went to stand.

"Hang on a second." Sara said, waving him back down. "Your client hasn't explained why his DNA was on our victim in the first place, it puts him at the scene." Grissom's chest blew out, she really was his best. Let's see him get out of this one.

"She's my girlfriend." Jones said.

"Bull shit." Grissom shouted. Sara and Brass exchanged looks.

"You told us that you didn't know her." Brass stated.

"Of course I would say that." Jones said, speaking as if her were talking to someone very slow. "You drag me in here, accusing me of murder. Of course I'm going to deny knowing her."

"Mr Jones," Sara cut in, before Brass could say anything more. "If she was your girlfriend, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"We haven't been dating for that long, I didn't want to get involved."

"In finding out who murdered your girlfriend?" Sara snorted, disbelievingly.

"We had a fight alright, she slapped me. That's how my DNA got on her." He leant forward. "I'm really sorry about what happened to her, I really am." He looked up, a convincing look of grief on his face. Grissom saw through it, so did Sara it seemed. She leant back and crossed her arms, glanced at Brass. The pair shared a look, the cop didn't seemed to believe him either.

"Now, if that's everything. We'll be going." Mr Fitzgerald said, standing. He tapped his client on the shoulder and the pair of them made their way out, Sara and Brass followed them. Grissom met them outside the door, he stood next to Sara as Jones turned around. He looked directly at her.

"I hope you find who did this."

"Don't worry." Sara said. "I will." They looked at each other, staring each other down. Jones was the first to break eye contact, he turned around and left the building with his attorney. Grissom watched Sara watch him leave, her eyes narrowed. Once he was out of sight, she turned round to face the men stood next to her. "He did this."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sara." Grissom warned. "Get the evidence, it will speak for itself."

"Come on, Grissom. You can't tell me you don't think he's guilty."

"It doesn't matter what I think, it matters what the evidence says." As he said that, he couldn't help but think that she was right. Vincent Jones was guilty and, if he knew Sara, she was going to prove it. "Let's get back to the lab," Grissom suggested. "Have a look through what we've got." Sara nodded, looking him in the eye. When their eyes met he felt the similar flutter in his stomach.

"I'll get a warrant for his gun. We'll see if it matches the bullet you guys found." Brass said, getting his phone out. He nodded to the pair and walked away.

Grissom and Sara had been back at the lab for 12 hours when Brass called. "Grissom." Grissom answered his phone, Sara looked up. They were sat in the break room, after nagging her for hours, Grissom finally convinced Sara to take a break. She was sipping her cup of Greg's Blue Hawaiian coffee, watching Grissom speak to Brass.

"Who said that? Should have known." He paused for a second longer. "How long until you get it? Ok. No, we're both still here. Yeah, well I'll let you try and tell her that." Grissom shot her a look, smirking. She grinned back, guessing what Brass had just said. "We'll meet you there." Grissom hung up.

"What's happening?" Sara asked.

"Brass has had a bit of trouble getting the warrant. Apparently the DA doesn't think we have enough to invade his privacy."

"Turner?" Sara guessed. Chloe Turner was a pain in all of their backs, whenever you wanted a warrant she'd butt in making it almost impossible to get one without all the evidence before hand.

"Yeah. He's finally spoken to the judge, we'll head out in about an hour." Grissom said, sitting back down next to her.

"We're not going now?" Sara asked.

"No, you've only just gone on break. You need a time out."

"Time out? I'm not a child Grissom." Sara burst out in sudden anger. Grissom looked shocked. 'Good', she thought, 'I'm tired getting treated like a child.'

"I know that." He said, recovering from the shock of her outburst. Sara shook her head, she was tired. She didn't want to get into this now. She stood up and swilled out her coffee mug. "Why did you say that?" Grissom asked, she ignored him. "Sara?" He got up and walked over to her.

Sara kept her eyes forward, not looking at him. She could feel tears pricking her eyes. 'Please, don't cry.' She scolded herself. She couldn't cry in front of him, she had done that enough. The last time stuck in her head, she told him about her mother and he had held her hand.

She jumped a little when she felt his hand on her shoulder, he gently turned her around to face him. She kept her eyes down until he lifted her face, his knuckles under her chin. "Why did you say that, Sara?" He asked softly. She almost broke down at his tone and look.

Sara sighed, and turned away. "You see me as a child, Grissom."

"I don't-"

"You do." She cut in. "You look at me and all you see is the young girl from the forensic academy conference. I ask you out, you say no. We almost kiss, you run as fast as you can."

"You're the one who walked away." Grissom said, quietly. She turned and faced him, her voices softening as she said: "Only because it was painfully obvious you were happy at the interruption."

Grissom looked down. "I wasn't." He said it so quietly, she was sure she had misheard him. He took a deep breath, eyes still adverted as he seemed to struggle to find the words to say. "All I wanted was to close those last few millimetres, I was ready to give David a bit of my mind when you walked away." He shrugged. "I figured you didn't want it, not that I could blame you. You're young, beautiful. You could have your pick, why would you want to go for an old man like me."

Sara stood there, stunned. Never in her life did she think she'd ever hear those words, coming out of Gil Grissom's mouth. She was too far away from him, she wanted to move closer but help her ground. He looked so vulnerable at that moment, she needed to know she wasn't pushing him.

"Griss." She said, softly. "You're not old." He looked up and she smiled. He gave her that shy smile she loved, and she could see the relief behind it. She took a step towards him.

As she moved, her phone beeped. "We don't seem to have much luck, do we?" She tried to joke, feeling slightly frustrated that they were interrupted again. "It's Brass," She said, looking at her phone. "He needs us there now."

Grissom closed the gap between them and cupped her face. "We'll finish this conversation later." She nodded, and they both went to get their kits and left to meet Brass.

*A/N: So, I'm on a bit of a writing spree. I'll try and get the next chapter up tonight as well. Hope you enjoyed, please review!*