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Grissom drove to the crime scene. He mentally shook himself every time he thought of her.

Sara.

He ached to know what was troubling her. How did she know this man? She didn't seem overly happy he was dead…nor did she morn. But she did know him, which was probably the only thing he could be sure of.

What did the name "Jack Letts" mean to her? He had no record. Not even a parking ticket. And his DOB – it made him much older than Sara. He wasn't even a teacher or lecturer – so she couldn't know him from school or college. He didn't even work in law enforcement – he was a stockbroker.

How would an old male stockbroker know a young female CSI?

He switched off the ignition, got out the car, and walked hurriedly to the crime scene. He hoped the thoughts of Sara would dissipate. Sometimes they did at a crime scene.

"Why was the body moved?" Grissom questioned.

"Damn ENT's thought there might be a pulse, they pretty much destroyed the crime scene after taking him to the ambulance – decided it would probably be better of if they took him to the morgue." Brass said, his tone irate.

"So, what's the verdict," Grissom said, walking with Brass to a back alley.

"Man was drinking in a bar across the street – O'Neil's – then a pro – by the name of Leslie - asks if he wants her services, he agrees, comes across here –"

"- And that's when things 'get heavy,'" Grissom interrupted, looking at the crime scene. There was a visible patch of hair and blood on the dumpster, and blood on the floor.

"She gets out her gun – a Beretta 92F – she's got some explaining to do on where she got that – and shoots him in the thigh, guy falls back on the dumpster – smashing his head into it."

"What you ruling?" Grissom said casually, taking some sample of blood.

"Possibly Self defence – the gun shot didn't kill him – and she shot him in the leg - but ill have to confirm with the DA." Brass said.

"I need to talk to this 'Leslie,'" Grissom said, straightening himself up after bending down to observe the blood pattern, created by the body.



"Sure – we need to see if she has GSR on her." Brass said, leading him to what could be considered a victim or perpetrator, depending on you stance on 'self-defence.'

"I thought you were solo on this case," brass stated, and stopped walking.

"I am," Grissom said, slightly confused at this statement. To which Brass pointed out Sara, dodging between officers, ducking under yellow police tape.

Grissom considered his options. "Give me a minute." Grissom said quickly before turning and walking hurriedly to Sara, to prevent any further access to the crime scene."

"Is that her?" she questioned, trying to push by Grissom, who was matching her movements so she couldn't pass. She was also looking over his shoulder trying to get a better view. Grissom took her by the shoulders and stared at her.

"You shouldn't be here," he said firmly. He was concerned, her actions were, although in character, were becoming dangerous to the case; she could at any moment compromise it.

"Is that her?" she said angrily, trying to escape from Grissom's grasp.

"I'm not answering that Sara." He said, trying to suppress his anger.

"I - "

"'I-' nothing Sara. You are going to go back to the crime lab right now – and wait in my office - or I will suspend you" – he said the words before he thought about them. They were automatic, woven in to the responsibility of being the employer. Yes, her presents could be detrimental to the case, evidence could be compromised – but should he have threatened that?

She took a few long breaths – apparently trying to calm herself down, she stopped struggling in Grissom's grasp, and finally said, "ok," in a soft whisper. He released his grasp on her – and she just walked away.

He wanted to follow her. He wanted to help her.

But there was a crime committed, a scene to examine, and evidence to take.

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Grissom arrived back at the lab, and after taking the samples to trace – he walked hurriedly to his office. He was prepared. Whatever she had to say, he was prepared.

He opened the door.

No one.

He checked his desk for a note.

Nothing.

"Hey Griss – I -" Catherine began.

"Have you seen Sara?" Grissom interrupted, whilst still looking round for a note on his desk.

Damn paperwork.

Before protesting, or adding a sarcastic comment of "nice to see you too" – she decided she better answer. He looked frantic.

"No." she drawled.

He looked sternly at her. "Have you seen her," he said, slightly emphasizing each word.

"Look Grissom, I'm not her personal assistant. I don't keep track of her." She looked at him, his eyes were desperate.

She gave in.

"About half an hour after you left, she went out, she said she had to go to a crime scene, and I haven't seen her since." She said, slightly annoyed at his tone of questioning.

"Why are you here? He said looking up from his desk, after the realisation kicked in that Sara hadn't returned to the office like he requested – like he demanded.

Cath sighed. 'Grissom, the master of social conduct.'

"The RTA was a real mess, Nick and Warrick are processing, while I get some background on the multiple fatalities"

"Ah," grissom said, before walking round to his to his desk, sitting down and staring at it.

She knew he was thinking of her – and by the time he'd contemplated the right thing to do – it might be to late.

Cath contemplated on whether or not to instruct him. She did before – with the plant – but that was different. Her and Sara were actually talking. But Cath didn't want to feel responsible for anyone else's pain.

"Go to her house Grissom. Talk to her – the only persons' head she doesn't bite of these days is yours – and that's only because she's giving you the silent treatment." She said in a motherly tone.

"And if she's not there?" he said, looking directly into Caths' eyes.

"She will be," Cath said sternly, "You need to go now Griss, when she left here, she was in a bad way."

Grissom brow knotted, and he looked at her in concern, "suicidal?" he stated simply.

"I don't think so Gil. She just upset. She needs someone to talk to. And….I think that person needs to be you."

He grabbed his coat and left the room. 'I'm going to her because I'm worried – worried about what this guy means to her - that's all' – he thought over and over again. Sara's strong – she wouldn't do anything like that.

Would she?