A/N: There is dialogue from Fallen Idols.

Thanks to Karen for the beta reading.

Smut Alert (For my friend across the pond--Miss Sarah you know who you are.)

Their dinner was very relaxing. It was good just to be together again. They went home and enjoyed an evening together. They watched a movie and relaxed on the couch. It was a rare night they had off together. Friday nights were usually busy. Grissom was on call. They went to bed about midnight.

The phone woke them both about 6:00 in the morning. There were two missing kids from one of the high schools in the area. One was a basketball player and the other was his girlfriend. Their parents were in Brass' office filing a missing persons report on both of the students.

Grissom got to the scene as Brass called him.

Grissom grumbled, "These kids have only been missing for fourteen hours. They could have eloped to Mexico."

Brass countered, "I know it's a favor, but…

"All right. But you owe me for getting me out of bed on a Saturday morning."

Officer Mitchell met him in the parking lot.

Grissom questioned, "Mitch?"

Officer Mitchell pointed, "This is Ryan Lansco's assigned parking spot. He drives a blue '72 Ford van. It's missing."

Grissom was grumpy, "What do you want me to test?"

Officer Mitchell pointed to some dark drops on top of an oil spill in the parking spot.

"Doesn't look like transmission fluid."

Grissom open his kit and put on some gloves.

He asked Mitchell a question. "Did you have assigned parking when you were in high school?"

"No, I didn't even have a car."

Grissom swabbed the spot and tested it. It turned pink.

"Yeah, it's blood. I hope they're in Mexico."

Officer Mitchell nodded in agreement.

Grissom called Brass.

"Brass."

"We got blood. You have any more information for me?"

"No, not yet. We're looking. Let me know what you find. We have Megan's best friend coming in to see what she knows. Megan was supposed to be at her house, but didn't show up."

"Okay, I'm calling Nick to help. He's next up."

Brass answered, "Thanks."

Grissom called Nick to the scene and then called Sara.

"Sidle."

"Hey, I'm gonna be longer that I thought. We got some missing high school kids."

"You need me to come in?"

"Yeah. I think so. I was hoping you could rest, but we need all hands on this one."

"I'll meet you at the lab then."

"Okay, and Sara, I'm sorry."

"I know, and it's okay."

"Thanks, I owe you another date."

"I'll hold you to that."

Grissom chuckled, "Bye."

"Bye."

Grissom looked around as he waited for Nick. Once Nick arrived they began a thorough search for evidence. They found lots of it. Grissom took back what they found to the lab for testing. Including the blood samples they found.

Grissom caught up with Sara there.

"Hey, did you find them yet?"

"No, we found evidence of a struggle though. Lots of blood. We are testing it now."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Start looking at phone records with Catherine."

Grissom's phone rang just then.

"Grissom"

"Hey, it's Nick."

"What'd you find?"

"We found evidence of an accident."

"I'm on my way."

They hung up and his phone rang again. It was Sofia.

"Grissom."

"Grissom, we found Ryan's van abandoned in the hills."

"I'll send Sara out to process it."

"Thanks."

She gave Grissom the location and he passed it on to Sara.

"Take Warrick with you."

"Okay, I'll let you know what we find."

"Thanks, I'm on my way back out to the high school. They found evidence of an accident."

"Bye."

He headed back and they began looking for Megan. They found her in the ditch off the side of the road. She was alive. She was paralyzed from the waist down.

Sara and Warrick found an empty van. There was a bloody sleeping bag but no Ryan. They took the van back to be processed.

Sara stood looking at the van, "High school kid with a van. We could have half the senior class in here."

"Yeah, a bunch of minors that won't be in the system. That'll be helpful."

Sara looked at the front seat and then she opened the driver's door. It was moved forward.

"Ryan is six feet. Whoever was driving must have adjusted the seat."

She pushed it back and found a pink cell phone.

"Hello."

"What you got?"

"I got a cell phone….battery's dead, so I don't know who it belongs to. But something's telling me that pink is not Ryan's color."

"I don't know." Warrick hold up a pink thong, "I think he might be always thinking pink."

He took a picture of it.

"If these all belong to one girl, she's got nothing left to wear."

"You know, when I was in college, I had this boyfriend and I thought we were monogamous. And one night, during the post-coital panty search he handed me a pair of underwear that wasn't mine."

"Woosh. How'd he explain that one?"

Sara grimaced, "He said they belonged to his sister."

"Yeah, right."

Sara grimaced again, "I know."

"Let's hope your taste in men has improved."

She nodded, "Yeah." If you only knew.

Just then Grissom walked in. He heard the end of the conversation. His eyebrow went up but he said nothing.

Warrick bagged the panties, "I'll get these to Wendy to test. Oh, hey Grissom. Sara can fill you in. I have to get these to Wendy."

"Hey, Grissom."

"What'd you find?"

"Panties, lots of them and a cell phone. I'll get it to Archie."

"What was that conversation all about?"

"What do you mean?"

"About your taste in men improving?"

She laughed and explained it again.

Grissom pouted a bit. He knew she was not a virgin, but he didn't like being reminded of the fact.

She noticed the scowl on his face.

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

She laughed, "You are."

"I am not."

"Gil that was a long time ago. And my taste in men has most definitely improved."

She flashed that Sidle smile at him and took the cell phone to Archie.

Grissom was left there to stew.

It was not the end of this conversation, but the lab was not the place to have it.

He sulked as he headed back to his office.

Archie discovered that the phone belonged to Sheila Latham, Megan's best friend.

Brass called to say that Sheila Latham was dead. She died at the police station waiting to talk to Brass again.

At her autopsy they discovered that she had swallowed a memory card for a camera and that she had crabs. Crabs were also found on the sleeping bag in Ryan's van. They tested the crabs and found DNA from several different sources. Ryan, Shelia, Megan and the photography teacher from the high school and several unknown females.

The memory card contained a video of Ryan saying some incriminating things about his sexual behavior and that he had passed crabs to several people.

Another student confessed to making that video with Sheila.

They could not find Ryan. Nick was trying to get Charlie to confess. He confessed but did not know where Ryan was.

They started to look at the teacher as more evidence pointed towards her.

They found her in a storage shed with Ryan. Both of them were dead.

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Grissom and Sara headed home. They ate dinner. Grissom was quiet.

"Why are you so quiet?" Sara began.

"I'm fine."

"Is this about the panty thing? Gil, we both have a past."

"I know."

"I chose you. And like I said, my taste in men has most definitely improved."

He shrugged.

"Now, what are we going to do about that beard?"

"Nothing. I like my beard."

"Well, I don't like beard burn."

She raised an eyebrow. He looked at her but said nothing.

He rubbed his chin.

"Does it bother you that much?"

"Want me to shave it?"

His eyebrows hit the roof.

She smiled seductively at him. She got up from the table and took his hand. He stood and followed without saying a word.

"Come with me."

He nodded. He remembered the last time he shaved off his beard and hoped this would end the same way.

They went to the bathroom. Sara unbuttoned Grissom's shirt and took it off. She then got his t-shirt and had him put it on. She then lathered his beard.

Grissom began to feel the familiar stirrings of desire. Sara took the razor from the sink and turned to him.

"Do you trust me?"

"Intimately."

He meant that. He did trust her with his life and his heart.

He turned his head and she began shaving him. He watched her as she gently removed the beard. When she was done, she took a warm washcloth and cleaned the shaving cream from his face. She then ran her hand down his cheek.

He took her hand and kissed her palm.

Her desire was building as well. She closed her eyes as he moved in and kissed her neck.

He laid his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, "Is that better?"

She whispered back, "mmhmm."

He kissed her, devouring her. He slipped his hands under her shirt and pulled it over her head. He then found her breasts and took one into his mouth.

She groaned as he did it.

She pulled him back up and kissed him.

He then led her to the bedroom. Clothes disappeared along the way.

Grissom laid down on the bed and Sara straddled him.

"Sara…"

She hushed him with a kiss. She demaned entry with her tongue. He granted it. She cupped his cheeks and brown met blue.

"Sara, I love you. I know I don't always tell you ."

"Shhhh."

"No, I want…I want to tell you. I want you to hear me say it."

"Gil, I know you love me. I have no doubts about that."

He smiled at her and kissed her. His hands began to roam. He pulled her down on top of him. She could feel him hard against her center.

"Sara…"

She nodded as he entered her. She took all of him as they began to move. She rocked against him. He met her every movement.

She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar tightening.

"Gil…" her words became incoherent as her orgasm took her away.

Grissom let her ride it out before he rolled her over without breaking their contact. He took control. He kissed her again and moved faster. She met his movements. He knew he was close. She tightened herself around him as he emptied himself into her. He whispered her name against her neck as he caught his breath.

They laid there together. No words were needed. He slipped from her and rolled over on his side. She rolled to face him.

"Was it worth losing the beard?"

He laughed. She loved it when he really laughed. He didn't do that enough.

He kissed her.

"If that is how it ends, you can shave me anytime."

It was her turn to laugh.

"I love you Gilbert Grissom."

He smiled, "You know my mother was the only other person allowed to call me that."

"Why? Don't you like your name?"

"I like it fine, but it reminds me of getting in trouble as a child."

She laughed again.

"You think that's funny?"

She nodded, "It's cute." She kissed him.

Grissom rolled onto his back and pulled Sara close against him. She rested her head on his chest.

"So when are you going to take me on that date you owe me?"

"I'll see what I can do with the schedule. I want it to be when neither of us has to work."

"You do make the schedule, Gil, take care of it."

He smiled, "I will."

Sara yawned. She was tired.

"Rest, Sara. We have to work tonight."

She nodded and fell asleep. Grissom slipped from the bed when she was asleep.

He headed for his office. There he began looking at the miniature cases again. He needed to get into the head of this killer. His sleep was filled with images of miniatures. He needed to catch this killer before they killed again.

He began to formulate a plan. To get into the killer's head he would build a miniature. If he understood why they did what they did, maybe he could get out in front and catch the killer. His office, that's what he would build. He began researching on the internet places to find miniature parts. He was surprised to find a large community on the internet. He found a place online right in Las Vegas.

He did not realize how much time had passed until Sara came to find him. It was time for work.

"Did you get any sleep?"

His head snapped up when he heard her.

"What?"

"Did you get any sleep?"

"A little." he lied.

"What are you working on?"

"Research."

"On what?"

He knew he was caught.

"On building a miniature."

"Gil…"

"Sara, I just want to understand why he does what he does. I think if I do that I might be able to get out ahead of him."

"Don't become obsessed."

"I won't. Now let's get ready for work."