Part 4

Sara sat at her desk and stared at the file in front of her. Her hands, flat against the desk either side of the papers. There was something they missed and she couldn't figure out what it was.

Grissom stood in the doorway to her office and smiled at the memory of so many years ago when he would look up from his desk and find her doing the same thing. Leaning against the doorframe of his office, watching him, waiting, talking, or arguing. At this time it was all good memories, but back then it was tension and eggshells. It always amazed him that they were married and were waiting for their first grandchild to be born. They weren't old, but it would seem that with all the things that have changed. His hair was greying, but brown still made an appearance. Sara was as beautiful as ever. Her shoulder length hair, tall strong body, mesmerising brown eyes that would never stop making him melt whenever she looked at him. Times were happier and neither would give it up for anything.

Sighing loudly, Sara buried her head in her hands. Her shoulders slumped and the defeated look in her body worried Grissom immensely. He closed the door quietly and knelt next to her.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked softly. When she didn't respond, he turned her chair to face him and watched as her hands dropped to her lap, but her head was still down.

"Doesn't matter if we have the clues or not, we still can't always find them can we?" She said sadly.

Grissom's chest hurt with pain for her as a tear broke away from the wall she was trying to hold up. He brushed it away and cupped her cheek. "We do what we can Sara."

She nodded slowly and sighed. "I know, but it never seems enough."

Looking at the desk briefly, he noticed that the Halls file was what she was reading. Pursing his lips in thought, he kissed her lips lightly before standing and pulling her with him. "Lets take one last look." When she opened her mouth to protest, he chuckled. "You wont sleep in the morning if we don't at least have another look and I'm not staying awake with your brain stressing about missing pieces. Come on... It won't hurt." He added and smiled softly when she nodded in agreement.

Walking through the house one last time. Sara stopped in the hallway. "Ok." She started. Grissom was leaning against the wall by the bathroom, watching as she got ready to act out the crime.

"Remember to take things slow and you might pick up a missing clue." Grissom offered gently.

Sara smiled and took a deep breath. "Betty Hall aged 56. She answers the door and the perp pushes his way in. Signs of struggle." Sara was about to walk through the door, when she thought of something. "No signs of struggle here though." She noted. Grissom watched as she checked the door for any marks, scrapes, blood. "Maybe she knew the perp." Sara said quietly, looking over at her husband.

Grissom nodded. "Possible, but in that case. who?"

Sara looked around the hall, at the walls, the tables. The vic had photo's everywhere. "I saw these on my first walk through, but nothing out of the ordinary jumped at me." She commented as she looked over the photo's again.

"Friend then, not family." Grissom supplied.

"Ok, in that case. neighbours?" She asked. Walking towards Grissom slowly. She continued to play the scene. "Hallway is the main sign of struggle. Then a hair in the toilet." Stopping in the doorway to the downstairs toilet, she turned her head to her husband and smiled.

Grissom smirked. "What you got?" He knew that smile, she had something.

Sara walked into the small room and knelt down. "Toilet." She repeated.

Grissom entered the room and stood over her as she lifted the toilet seat and peered into the water sitting in the bottom. "Your thinking, the perp drowned her in the toilet?"

She sighed. "I'm not sure. It's not deep enough and I doubt he or she held the vic by her feet." Sara stood and collected a small vial from her kit. Grissom raised an eyebrow. She shrugged. "Just checking." She grinned.

"Ok. We'll process the toilet and see if we missed anything." He pulled out some gloves and waited for Sara to finish collecting a sample of the water. Grissom pulled the top off the back of the toilet and placed it on the floor. "I'll be right back honey." He murmured, leaving the room.

Sara pulled out a wrench and waited for him to come back. When he did, she handed him the tool and watched as he removed the few sealers on the pipes behind the toilet. Getting slightly wet, Grissom managed to pull the toilet a few inches from the wall. He grinned and turned to Sara.

"What?" She asked curiously.

He pulled out a wad of paper from the pipe. "Perhaps it was blocked."

Sara smiled. "Blocked toilet. The perp stuffed paper down the pipes to raise the water level. Then drowned the vic." She narrowed her eyes at her theory and shook her head. Grissom sat back and pulled out his cell phone. Ringing people to take the whole toilet back to the lab, Sara stood and went back into the hall.

"Their on there way." Grissom shouted.

"Ok. Hey Griss." Sara call, slightly distracted.

Grissom appeared next to her and looked at the photo she was staring at. "I read the background check and she didn't have any immediate family, but by the looks of things, her family was huge." He said scanning the family in the photo.

"Maybe grandchildren?" She asked looking around the other photo's.

The toilet was sent back to the lab and Sara did some more digging into the vics background. Grissom was collecting little evidence from the toilet, but did find another hair. This one was wet, but it had a skin tag. Sending it to DNA and testing the water collected, he went in search of Sara.

Leaning once again on the doorframe. He found her not in her office, but in his. "You lost? I'm positive this is my office." He chuckled and moved to sit beside her.

Sara smiled. "I felt like sitting in here. I missed you." She leaned over and kissed him softly.

Grissom returned the kiss and brushed his fingers lightly down her face. "I missed you too." He kissed her nose and turned to look at the computer screen in front of her. "You find anything?"

"I did." She nodded. "I know it's a long short, but I looked back through her files. Hospital files, doctors notes, benefits, pensions. The usual and I found something. A will." Sara turned and smiled at him.

He smiled and took the bait. "Who's the will made to?"