Having some mental blockage seeping in at the mo. As I said, I kind of know where I want things to lead but I just need to work my way there. I have all these different parts written out as drafts to use, but whether or not I'll use them yet I don't know. My problem is I tend to change things a lot, or start it going one way and then change my mind. Arrrgghh! The joys of trying to being imaginative! Anyways, here's part 4. Thanks for the reviews so far.

Sara sat in the break room, holding a hot mug of black coffee between her hands, staring blankly ahead of her as her mind jumbled thoughts within her head. Where did she see that face before? No matter how hard she thought, she just could not place it. Annoyance set in as she slammed the mug down on the table, forgetting it was hot, as the near boiling liquid seeped over the edges onto her hands. She drew in a sharp breath, the liquid scolding her slightly as she shook it off and used a nearby napkin to dry them.

"A dollar for your thoughts?"

Sara looked up to the voice to see Grissom standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame with his shoulder and both hands in his pockets. He had been standing there, observing her for a few seconds. Sara gave him a confused look.

"I thought it was 'a penny for your thoughts'?"

Grissom walked into the room, the door swinging shut behind him and he poured himself his own coffee as he spoke.

"Well it is, but considering this is Las Vegas, I'm afraid I don't have pennies to give".

As he reached the table, he sat down next to her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a single dollar and threw it on the table towards her. He leant back, relaxing into his chair as he watched her.

"So?"

Sara glanced down at the dollar and then looked back up at him, looking amused. He always knew how to bring a smile to her face. Her expression turned back to its previous state, as she exhaled.

"I can't put my finger on it Grissom. I know we see so many people day in day out, and maybe some do all start to look the same. But this is different".

Grissom realised she was referring to their dead body a few doors down on the autopsy table. He leant forward, placing the mug down on the table as he rested his elbows and forearms on the edge, placing his weight onto it. Her eyes looked tearful. Grissom hated seeing her like this. She always empathised with these kind of victims which was a perfectly normal response, but Grissom had learnt to shut down these feelings for most cases, as it just makes the job too painful. The only things that often got Grissom riled up were deaths involving child victims. But for Sara, she couldn't help it.

"Sara, you could have seen this person anywhere. At the mall, at the bar, just walking around town. Don't let that face haunt you".

"Well if the face doesn't haunt me, the image of her being violently strangled to death certainly will".

Silence fell between them as Grissom's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, picking up the sadness in Sara.

"I don't get how people can do such things to each other Grissom. How a husband, a boyfriend, a lover, a friend, can just murder someone so viciously".

Grissom shook his head at her.

"We cant presume the killer was one of those things, nor can we predict it was even a male. You know not to get ahead of the evidence Sara."

Sara slammed her hand down on the table, the frustration coming back to her.

"What evidence Gil!?"

Sara got up forcefully causing her chair to roll backwards. She took a few steps away from Grissom, running her fingers through her hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm her thoughts. Grissom watched her, allowing her the few seconds she needed to regain her composure. Her cell phone started to ring. Grissom sipped his coffee, never taking his eyes off her as she reached into her pocket and took out her cell phone. Sara looked at the caller ID. Hank.

She pressed the call reject button, then threw the phone down onto the table as it slid just a short distance from Grissom. The name of the caller was visible on the screen, which didn't get past Grissom. Sara placed her hands on her hips and hung her head down, staring at the floor, breathing deeply.

"Do you want to talk about what happened between the two of you?"

Sara couldnt even turn to look at him, niether did she want to.

"Not particularly, no".

If theres one person Sara did not want to confide in about her relationship it was Grissom. Although she trusted him with every aspect of her life, she did not want him to know why her involvement with Hank was a failure. How could she admit to him that she only dated because he made her feel unwanted, refusing to acknowledge her interests in him? How could she admit that he made her feel like she wasn't good enough for him? More so, how could she reveal that Hank had obviously thought the same thing, considering after 6 months of dating he strayed? The sad thing about it was, she thought she was moving on, actually developing feeling for Hank and for once in her life forgetting about Grissom. And just like that, in one quick swoop, she was back to square one. Feeling alone, being alongside the one man she loved with every part of her being, but who was emotionally unavailable to return it.

Grissom did not push the subject, deciding not to question any further until she was willing. He couldnt fathom why he thought she would open up to him about her relationship, when he couldnt even confess his own feelings. Again he felt the urge to bring her close and hold her, just like he had last night in his home. But he couldnt. He left the silence open, wanting Sara to fill it. Instead, music filled the room as Sara's cell starting vibrating, rattling on the glass table as Hanks name flashed up on it once again. This time Sara picked it up and turned it off, shoving it back into her pocket.

At that point the door opened and Mandy Webster popped her head around the door. She looked at the two of them, feeling the tension in the room and wondered if she had interupted something. Grissom waved his hand, signalling for her to come in, as Sara turned around, relaxing her arms by her side.

"I scanned your Jane Doe's prints. Nothing in AFIS, and Greg didnt get any hits from DNA either"

Grissom bowed his head at Mandy as a thank you and she left the room. He took one last swig of his coffee, then stood from his chair, intending to get back to work. He placed the mug into the sink, then headed for the door looking back at Sara as he reached it.

"If you ever need to talk..."

Sara flung around, turning her back to him. Grissom took the hint and walked away looking defeated, heading down the hallway. Sara backed up, leaning against the edge of the table and folded her arms. She stood in silence for a few minutes, shutting her eyes and stretched her neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the tense aches that were starting to creep in. After that, she threw her coffee mug into the sink, and left the break room, not sure what to do next reguarding her case.

It had been a long night. They didn't know who their Jane Doe was, they didn't have any other evidence yet to go on, and they found no traceable evidence on the blanket the victim was covered with. The only piece of evidence worth noting was the tyre tread Grissom had photographed. Scanning it into their database, it revealed the tyres were significatly large, often found on large vehicles particularly pick up trucks, and 4x4's. But this information was no good without anything to compare it to.

Everyone else had gone home with the exception of Sara, Grissom and Catherine as they all stayed late working on their cases. As the sun started to come up, Sara made her way out of the building, her eyes lowered to the floor as she walked, heading over to her car. Right now she wanted nothing more then to get home, have a hot bath, then climb into bed. This case had mentally exhausted her as she spent the whole night trying to find something, anything for them to use in their search for the killer. It was quiet in the parking lot. Barely a sound with the exception of her own foot steps. The wind howled, calling like a wolf, as it breezed through the tree tops. For some unknown reason, she looked around her, feeling as though someone was there. She did not move as she listened, her senses heightening in the eerie silence.

Nothing. Maybe she was being paranoid.

As she reached into her pocket for her car keys, the feel of her phone buzzing in her pocket made her jump. Sara unlocked the car, throwing her bag onto the passenger seat, then took out her phone. Hanks name flashed up on the screen. Irritated she growled as she forcefully pushed the reject call button. Did he not take the hint? She turned the phone on silent and turned off the vibrate feature, then climbed into the driver side, and rolled down her window. She moved the rear view mirror down and peered up into in, checking out her tired eyes.

"Hey..."

A voice suddenly sprang from beside her, as she jumped once again, her heart thundering in her chest. Two arms rested themselves on the window edge as that familiar bearded face leaned down into the window.

"Grissom, you startled me".

The thundering of her heart slowly started to die down, but Grissom in his usual detailed fashion did not fail to notice she was flustered.

"You look a little shaken. Are you ok?"

Sara shifted in her seat as she maneuvered the rear view mirror back to its original position.

"Yeah, yeah i'm fine".

Sara identified the look of doubt spreading across his face as his eyes tightened.

"I'm just tired, thats all... Goodnight Grissom."

Before allowing him to speak another word, she reversed the car, forcing him to move back from the door. Catherine stepped out into the parking lot and noticed Sara leaving. She raised her hand to wave at her, but Sara did not return the action, giving both Catherine and Grissom one last look before she drove off, heading home.

Sara encountered heavy traffic as she attempted to get home. While stuck in a seemingly never ending queue, she took a glance at the front of her cell phone to look at the time. She got distracted as under the digital clock were the words "10 missed calls". Bewildered, she flipped it open and clicked into her call log. Every single one was from Hank. Not only were there 10 missed calls, there was also 3 voicemails.

Hesitantly, she opened message one.

"Sara? Sara its Hank. I need to talk to you Sara. Will you please call me back when you get this message"

She continued onto message 2.

"Sara are you there? Please pick up Sara. I need to explain."

Followed by message 3.

"Sara please. Don't ignore me. We need to discuss this Sara. I'm sorry. Just please let me explain".

Sara chucked the phone down onto the passenger seat. He sounded dishevelled, desperate even to talk to her. But she didnt want to hear it. No amount of explaining was going to make up for what he had done to her.

Eventually after a 45 minute journey, she made it home. Feeling drained, she headed up to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed to remove her boots. The curtains were still drawn from the previous evening, as the room was dark. As much as she wanted to run a bath, her body refused to budge. She fell backwards, collapsing onto the bedsheets and shut her eyes, giving them the few minutes rest they needed. A light filled the room, illuminating the skin over her eyeballs as she opened one of them. Her cell phone was alight. It was him, again. Finally fed up of it, Sara flipped the phone open and placed it to her ear.

"Sara! Sara I..."

"Stop calling me Hank! Its over!"

And with that she ended the conversation before it had even began, and blocked all incoming calls from his number. She proceeded to delete him from her contacts list, and thumped back down onto the bed, dropping the phone beside her. He wasnt making it easy for her to forget what happened as his face filled her thoughts. Craving sleep, she curled up onto the bed, still fully clothed. Slowly her mind pushed his face out of her head, as it finally hung up its boots for the evening, and drifted into dream land.

Can I just point out that I actually despise Hank for getting involved with Sara. She's Grissom's girl!

Also I'm open to thoughts/suggestions. IF there's anything that people want included, or want to see happen, or something they want said then I don't mind trying to throw it in. OR I could always take ideas for another story (once I'm done here).