Part 2

THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie

Disclaimer: Thanks to all the OTHER people, who created CSI, it gives me something to write about. Don't sue me I'm only dreamin here. Thanks to ALL the great singers and songwriters who are contributing to this fic unbeknownst to them. I did take some poetic license with some of the words to tailor it to the story a little better too.

Summary: What happens when a CD is left in someone's truck.by accident or on purpose?. G/S..Please R/R

Spoilers: Post PWF and ITB ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------

Sara was in her living room flipping channels, looking for anything interesting on the television. She couldn't seem to find anything of interest and her mind keep turning to the one person she'd rather just forget about right now. Damn! 'Why can't I ever get away from you', the thoughts were running through her head like she was on some kind of drug. That drug had a name, and it didn't come in a pill form. She hit the off button and said, "If you can't beat em, join em." Getting off the couch and heading for the CD case, Sara went in search of her most and least favorite CD. It only took a minute before realization struck. "SHIT!"

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She pulled into the lot and noticed immediacy that his truck was gone. "How could I have been so stupid?" Sara sat wondering if he would even notice something so trivial. Surely he had better things to think about than a CD left accidentally in his player. 'Right Sidle, keep telling yourself that.' She let out a deep sigh and thought, 'I guess I'll go eat and come back after shift. It'll still be there.'

Three hours later she silently cursed her stupidity when she realized it wasn't there. After getting the spare set of keys from inside, Sara looked fervently for her CD only to be disappointed. 'Maybe I dropped it and someone picked it up on their way in.' She hopped out of the truck and decided to go inside and ask the receptionist where the lost and found was.

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BEEP. The copy had just finished recording. He'd been trying to track down some of the artists, but was having a hell of a time since he didn't know any of their names. He'd found a few purely by accident, the rest would have to wait. Walking back to the stereo, he popped the CD in and began listening to it again and again til he fell into a restless sleep.

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'Where the hell was that CD?' It was nowhere to be found. Maybe he'd found it and left it in his office to return to her tomorrow. That would be fine if he hadn't figured out what the initials on the front meant. Yeah right, he might be brilliant with a crime scene or a puzzle, but he wasn't that observant when it came to her. Then again, how would he even know who'd left it there? Would someone have told him she'd used his truck last night? Damn, she couldn't believe her eternal bad luck. Oh well, guess I'll find out tonight.

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Grissom grabbed the case slips and headed for the breakroom. "Cath, you and Nick take the jewelry store armed robbery, the vic is en route to the hospital with a superficial gunshot wound to the shoulder. Warrick your DNA results should be ready, see Greg and let Brass know whom to pick up for questioning. Sara we have a DB in the hills off interstate fifteen." No one was more shocked than Sara at that last statement. As Griss left the room three set of eyes looked questioningly at Sara. She could do nothing but stare at the man, walking back to his office, in utter disbelief. She left the room wondering just what had gotten into her supervisor tonight.

They'd worked together beautifully tonight. So in tune with what the other was doing they either didn't speak or they finished each other's sentences, It was like old times. She'd wanted it to last forever, but they had evidence to process so back to the lab they went.

"What did you find?" he asked as he walked up next her.

"Hair shafts and epithelials on the vics clothes," she smiled, "You?"

"Pupae on the body puts time of death about 36-48 hours ago."

He purposely leaned in close to her, to the point their arms were almost touching. He was going to string this along til he couldn't take it anymore. Shift was coming to an end and there was still plenty of evidence left to process. He offered Sara some assistance, and some overtime.

How could she pass up the opportunity to work with him and on overtime no less? She'd agreed that would be a good idea and flashed him a smile that said she was very happy. After they'd done all they could for the night, they figured it was time to go home. Grissom was finishing up in his office, secretly waiting for Sara to stop in and say goodnight. He wouldn't have to wait for long.

"Uh, goodnight Griss." How was she going to ask about the CD.

"Goodnight Sara." Still looking at his desk not wanting her to see the mischief in his eyes.

She hesitated in the doorway before saying, "It was nice working with you again."

He looked up at her seeing the emotion in her eyes, "We always do work well together don't we?"

More of a rhetorical question she just nodded to him. They looked at one another for a moment or so before Sara began to move from his doorway. Looking back to his desk Griss decided to act like he'd almost forgotten about the disk.

"Sara wait," Sara stopped and looked at him hopefully, "I found this in my truck and thought you might like to have it back." Holding up the CD he saw something flash across her face, embarrassment?

"Uh, thanks Griss." She moved across the room and took the disk from his hands, "How did you know it was mine?"

He looked back to his desk and shuffled a few papers before answering, "I dusted it for prints and ran it against the personnel files." He waited a few seconds before looking back at her face to see the open mouthed look of shock on her face. He couldn't even stifle the smile and small laugh that escaped his lips before saying, "I heard you were in my truck last night because yours was in the shop. I just figured it was yours, I know I don't usually listen to CD's in my work truck."

Still shocked, but determined to make light of her embarrassment she smiled back at him. "Even if you did, I'm not sure I'd want to listen to your music anyway, it might put me to sleep."

He was still smiling at her, "I'll have you know Ms. Sidle I listen to a wide array of music. Just because I respect classical music doesn't mean I don't enjoy other musical genres." He tone was only slightly serious as he peered over his glasses, "There is quite a bit of classic rock and roll I enjoy, some newer artists are pretty good, and there's always Jazz."

She was already having a hard time picturing Grissom listening to the Rolling Stones or Led Zepplin, but Jazz? Was he really serious, "Jazz? But that's such a passionate and emotional type of music?" she already regretted what she'd said. His smile dropped instantly and she knew her words had hurt him.

He knew he could be detached from his cases, but did she really think him incapable of feeling? The words hurt him, but he didn't want to let it show. Trying to offer a feeble grin he said, "Yes, it can be a very passionate music, but sometimes music can help you express those feelings better than words ever could."

With that said Sara smiled, "See you tomorrow Griss." She turned and left not bothering to look back at the man she'd left there smiling after her.

I hope your all liking how this is going. On the first chapter someone wasn't too fond of the U's and 2's, I just wanted to let you know that I didn't do that on purpose, it's how it is in the song lyrics on the CD. I just kept it cause it feels like I'm keeping part of the artist with it. Personally, I don't like it either, but I do like Jewel.