"Hey." Grissom stuck his head through the door.
Sara looked up and tried not to grin, he looked like a puppy dog trying to persuade its master to allow it the bone from a piece of meat.
"Hi." She smiled.
Seeing her smile, Grissom felt more comfortable and he moved slowly into the room.
He sat down next to her at the table; her arm was lying on it, stretched out in front of her.
Sara watched her husband intently as Grissom eyed her hand; hesitantly he reached out and took it in his, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
Sara gazed at him dreamily and reached out to stroke his face with her palm.
He sighed lazily and craned his neck forward to rest his forehead on Sara's.
"I'm sorry."
Sara looked into his eyes, studying them. "What for?"
"For jeopardizing my health and happiness. I'm still not use to the notion that I actually have someone to whom both those things matter."
Sara smiled sadly at him. "They do matter to me… you mean the world to me, Gil."
"And you to me." Grissom withdrew his forehead from hers and kissed her lightly on it."
Sara chuckled slightly. "So, did you come here just to suck up to me or have you actually got business to talk about?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I do have business to talk about, we ah, got a call this morning from an elderly woman complaining of a bad odor coming from the house next door… the address just happens to me Tool Debbor's last known."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yeah… so you wanna go for a little trip?"
Sara smirked. "What's in it for me?"
Grissom rolled his eyes at her. "Ahhh… the company of your loving husband?"
Sara made a thoughtful face. "Hmm, what else?"
Grissom opened his mouth with mock hurt. Sara giggled. "How about Valentino's on the way home?"
Sara's eyes shined. "Deal."
Sara and Grissom approached the front door of a small run-down home in a disorderly neighborhood on the west side of town.
Sara leaned forward and knocked self-assuredly on the door.
Grissom and Sara waited for the sound of faint footsteps to approach the door from inside, but after waiting patiently for more than a minute, they shrugged at each other.
"Doesn't look like anyone's home", Grissom stated the obvious.
Sara sighed. She peered around the side of the shabby house and her brow furrowed.
"Didn't our suspect have a Blue Ford Cortina registered to him?"
Grissom looked at her and then at the car parked in the driveway, exactly the same type of car that Sara had just described.
His eyes narrowed as he walked down the stone steps affront the door and crossed the lawn and over to the driveway where the car was parked.
Sara followed him and then paused and cringed when she reached his side.
Flies were buzzing frantically around the boot of the motor-vehicle.
Grissom unhopefully rattled the lever, to both his and Sara's surprise, it twisted easily.
He glanced warningly at Sara who nodded back at him.
Grissom lifted the lid slowly and he and Sara quickly stood back. Sara smiled to repress the gag reflex as they both stared down into the boot and at the severed head staring back at them. Grissom exhaled slowly at stared at Sara. "Honey…"
Sara smiled at him knowingly. "It's ok, Valentino's can wait."
Grissom nodded appreciatively. "We have to find Tool Debbor."
