Sara seated herself next to the child, careful not to get too close to her.

"Mindy." she said softly, "What can you tell me about the man who came in your home?"

Mindy shrugged, her fingers still tracing the lips on her dolls face, "Don't know."

Sara stared at her, feeling a bit aggravated by the fact that the child didn't seem to be there with her, "You said you saw the man in the hallway and that is why you hid in the secret room in your closet, right?"

The child looked at Sara, "What's that on your face?" she asked, as she lifted a finger to touch it.

Sara pulled back a bit, "It's a scar." she said and then, "Tell me about what you saw in the hallway."

The child was still staring at Sara's cheek, "Did that hurt?"

Sara moved the chair a bit further from the girl, "I need you to talk about the man."

"I heard my sister screaming." she said, now blinking her eyes at Sara, "Did you scream?"

Sara cleared her throat just as Sofia walked into the room.

"Grissom told me to take over here." she said as she seated herself in front of the child.

Sara was thankful. She left the room quickly, ducking into the bathroom before anyone could pull her aside.

She stood in the stall for a few moments, her eyes closed as she willed away all of the words and motions running through her head. At first she was focused on everything the child had said, but soon she was trying to push Grissoms words out of her head. What had he wanted to say to her? What did he need?

When dinner time came around Sara hardly felt the need to eat. She sat in the breakroom staring at the blank screen of the television set, her index finger stroking the inside of her spoon.

"Soup?" Sofia questioned as she came into the room.

Sara didn't look at her, "Yeah." she said as she looked down at her bowl of cold vegtable stew.

"That little girl just kept on about your scar." Sofria was now saying as she washed her hands at the sink, "I think it scared her."

"I'm sure it did." Sara said softly as she slid her spoon into the dark liquid of the soup.

"I had to finally offer her some gum." she ducked into the refrigerator, "That got her talking."

Sara stood then, horrified at the fact that Sofia might actually be thinking about sitting down next to her.

"Have you seen Grissom anywhere?" Sofia asked now as she moved a chair from the table, "His office door is closed."

Sara shrugged lightly, "Haven't seen him."

She left the breakroom, quietly moving toward Grissoms closed door.

She knocked lightly.

Silence.

She knocked again, but this time the door opened slowly and Sara realized that it hadn't been closed all the way.

Slowly she walked into his office, mainly just wanting to leave a note that she had some evidence she needed him to look over.

The office was dark, only the jars on the shelves around her seemed to be illuminated by some errie light.

Moving as quietly as possible, she located a pad of paper on his desk and a pen. She scribbled down her message and was just about to leave when she heard a quiet movement out to her right.

Peeking into the larger part of Grissoms office, she could just make out a figure lying on his couch.

She paused.

"Sofia," his voice was tired, gruff, "This isn't a good time."

Sara hesitated just beyond the couch, "Are you okay?" she asked, very aware of the worry in her voice.

He opened his eyes, "Hey." he said softly.

"Hey." she said just as softly, offering him a tiny smile, "The door was ajar."

He sat up quickly, putting his head in his hands, "You're fine." he said quietly.

Sara looked over at the door, halfway expecting Sofia to be there, watching them.

She looked back at Grissom only to realize that he was now staring at her, "You okay?"

Leave it to Grissom to ask her if she was alright, when he clearly was the one in pain.

"Fine." she squatted down, hardly aware of the fact that her hand was now on his knee, "Is it your head?"

He stared at her.

Suddenly she felt so transparent in front of him. She stood quickly, "I...um..." she almost headed for the door, but Grissom reached up and took her hand.

She could hardly breath.

Before she could even think of what she was doing, she buried her free hand in his hair, gently sliding her fingernails over his scalp.

"Stay for a moment." he said quietly.

Sara cleared her throat, her eyes on the door again, "I...um...I know..."

"It's just a migraine, Sara." he removed his hand from hers causing her to step back.

"Migraines aren't good." she reasoned lightly.

"No." he said.

She took a deep breath, "My dad used to get them a lot." she shrugged a bit as Grissoms eyes met with her own, "I'm good with my hands." she offered and found herself blushing at the way the words had so easily fallen from her lips.

"You can help?" he asked and Sara felt her heart melt.

She took off her shoes and climbed onto the couch, gently sliding her body down behind his body. The heat meeting with her thighs almost caused her to sigh, but she held all her pent up emotions just below the surface, all of them screaming to come out.

"Massage is a powerful thing." she said, trying not to breath in too much of him, "My foster mom taught me that."

Sara reached up, her fingers contacting with the skin of the back of Grissoms neck, she pressed her thumbs deeply into the center. Gently she moved up his neck, adding more pressure as she went. When she reached the base of his skull, she began to make gently rubbing circles back down his flesh.

She thougth she heard him sigh a few times.

"That's better." he said as Saras fingers began to massage behind his ears.

"I wanted to thank you for sending Sofia in with the twin." she pressed her fingers deeper into his flesh, "I admit that I wasn't okay."

"I didn't like the way she was looking at you." he said lightly.

Sara moved her nose closer to Grissoms neck, taking in a slow inhale of him, "It's something I need to get used to."

"Kids can be cruel." he offered.

"How's the migraine now?" she asked as her breath touched his neck, underneath her hands she felt him shudder.

"Good." he said as he stood up, offering her his hand.

She let him pull her up off the couch.

Now they stood face to face, Sara searching his eyes for anything.

"What is this?" Sofia's voice from the doorway.

A cold chill ran down Sara's spine as she turned her attention from the man she loved, to the woman she wanted to hate.

Sofia flicked the light on in Grissoms office, "What am I seeing?"

Grissom moved in front of Sara as if to protect her, "I think I need to make a decision." he said.

Sara felt weak and dizzy.

Sofia leaned herself against Grissoms desk, her arms now folded under her breasts, "What are you talking about?"

Grissom stood in the middle of the room, his back still to Sara, "I don't love you Sofia." he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

Sara took in a sharp breath as she watched Sofia push herself up onto Grissoms desk, some of his paperwork falling to the floor.

Sara moved to pick it up, but Grissom grabbed her arm.

"It's her, isn't it?" Sofia tucked some hair behind her ear, a small smirk on her lips, "I should have known."

Grissom looked at Sara and then back at Sofia, "I don't want you to move in with me, Sofia."

"Thank God." Sara whispered lightly.

"So, you're moving Sara in?" Sofia said as she pushed herself off the desk, "Or is Sara only good in the office?"

Sara watched Sofia leave and then she moved to leave.

"Sara." his voice was soft.

She picked up his paperwork quickly, "I have some evidence to go over with you." she said as she placed the papers on his desk. She almost had found some clarity in what Sofia had just said. Maybe she was just workplace play. Some kind of fun rat he could toy with until he got home to his real women.

"Are you angry?" he looked confused for a second.

"I just think I finally understand things." she said, now moving toward the door.

"Sara..." he said.

"I'll be with the evidence." she said, but turned in the doorway before leaving to say, "Just something else you can leave behind at the end of the day."