Nick and Sara arrived at the CSI Lab early. As they walked toward the break room, they passed Grissom's office.

The night shift supervisor glanced up as they passed by, "Nick. Sara. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

They stopped and turned around, entering Grissom's office.

Grissom removed his glasses and gestured toward the door, "Go ahead and close the door."

Nick and Sara exchanged at glance and then took a seat in the chairs in front of Grissom's desk. Nick queried, "What's up, Gris?"

Grissom rubbed his temple and then put his glasses back on, "I need to talk to you about what happened at Sara's apartment last night."

"Ok," Sara replied.

"Sara, do you know a Keith McCormick?" Grissom asked.

Sara wrinkled her brow, "I don't think so. Why?"

"You have a spare gun at home don't you?" Grissom continued.

"Yeah, a 9mm Glock. I keep it in the table by my bed." Sara answered. "Why?"

Grissom took a deep breath, "Bobby just finished the comparative analysis on the ballistics. We found a 9mm Glock in your apartment, and it's the same gun that killed the vic. The prints we found on the gun belong to a Keith McCormick."

Sara went into professional mode, "So what happened, robbery gone bad. They found my gun and fought?"

Grissom paused and looked over at Nick, who had remained silent. He then turned his attention back to Sara, "No. We believe the vic broke into your apartment, alone. Keith McCormick surprised him and shot him."

Nick's expression narrowed as he studied Grissom. He knew there was something else going on here, but he hoped in his gut it wasn't what he thought it was.

Sara had an exasperated expression on her face as she demanded, "Grissom, what are you not telling me?!"

Grissom looked over at Nick before he turned back to Sara to answer her question. At the same time, Nick took Sara's hand. Grissom cleared his throat, "Keith McCormick is your next door neighbor. When we got the hit in AFIS, Brass went to question him. He confessed to everything. Brass has him in custody. But there's something else, Sara. He has pictures of you all over his apartment."

Sara felt as if she had been hit in the stomach. The orange juice she drank earlier seemed to have a mind of it's own. Sara's eyes widened in horror and she covered her mouth in an attempt to not throw up. It wasn't working. She spied Grissom's waste basket and grabbed it just before she threw up.

Nick looked crushed and concerned for Sara all at the same time. He knew the personal horror of having someone invade your personal space and he knew what Sara was going through now and what she would be going through. He reached out his hand to rub her back and began making soft soothing noises, "Sar, it's gonna be ok."

Sara looked at Grissom with a fierce look in her eyes, "How did he know where my gun was, Gris?"

Grissom closed his eyes for a moment and then let out a deep breath, "We think he's been in your apartment before, Sara."

"Oh, no. No. NO!" Sara was visibly upset, so much so that she was shaking.

Nick had one arm around her shoulder and held her hand with the other. "I'm here, Sar."

Sara leaned her head on Nick's shoulder until she could compose herself. She sat up straight in the chair and put her game face on, "What about my apartment?"

"Sara, you don't have to do this." Nick said gently.

"Nick's right, Sara." Grissom began. "Right now it is still an active crime scene. You can't have access for a few more days at the earliest."

Sara looked from Grissom to Nick, "I need to do this. I can't let some bastard make me afraid of my own home." Sara glanced at the clock, "Don't you need to hand out assignment, Gris? I'll meet you two in the break room." Sara got up and walked out of Grissom's office leaving the door open.

Nick let out a deep sigh as he watched her go. He got up to leave.

"Nick, take care of her. No one knows what she's going through more than you do." Grissom's tone was gentle.

"I know, Gris. I will." Nick walked out of Grissom's office and head toward the break room in search of Sara.