Nick heard a loud knocking at his door. He pulled himself out of bed and
made his way to the front door. He opened it, not surprised at who stood
there with tears running down her face. He simply pulled her into a hug
and closed the door. "Shhh, Sar, it's gonna be ok. C'mon, let's get some
sleep." He led her back to his bedroom and allowed her to curl up into the
security of his embrace as he made soothing noises. She leaned back
against him and fell asleep within minutes.
The Lab:
They didn't have any more to go on than they did the night before on the murder mystery dinner murder. It was a fairly slow night and Warrick and Catherine continued working on the photo collage. Nick was working in Trace trying to see if any of the hair or fibers that they collected had any unusual characteristics or seemed out of place. Not that out of place would be unusual in a circumstance like this. With fifty guests, there would be a lot of transient fibers. So far his analysis hadn't turned up anything significant.
Sara sat in the DNA lab with Greg waiting for the results from some of the samples that had been taken the night before.
Greg grinned at her, hoping to see a smile break across her face. "You should have seen my Elvis last night, Sara. It was hot!"
Sara glanced at him and barely registered what he said. "Uh, I'm sorry, what was that?"
Greg wrinkled his brow. "You doing ok, Sar? You seem kinda quiet."
Sara broke herself out of her reverie. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need some coffee that's all."
"I just made some of my special Blue Hawaiian blend; you might still find some in the pot if you hurry." Greg wasn't sure he was buying Sara's story, but he wasn't going to push either.
"Thanks, Greg." Sara mumbled as she pulled herself off the stool and headed toward the break room. She had just poured herself a cup when Grissom walked in.
He looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "Sara, did you get enough sleep? You look tired."
She glanced up at him and shook her head. "I'm fine. Just needed some coffee." She sipped the coffee and averted her gaze from Grissom.
Grissom looked at her with an unconvinced expression. "If you want to talk, I'll be in my office."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." She set the coffee down and walked out into the hall. Suddenly, she just wanted to be alone. The only place she knew where she could pretty much guarantee that was the roof. That was something Nick had shown her. He'd go up there when he needed to focus or needed some fresh air and wanted to be alone. She climbed the stairs and walked over to the railing and just stared out at the night sky which was illuminated by the lights from the Strip.
Grissom's Office:
Grissom sat at his desk reviewing a file when Nick stopped in the doorway. "You need something, Nick?"
Nick let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry about last night, Gris. I lost my cool and I let it interfere with my job."
Grissom gestured toward him to come in and close the door.
Nick sat down expecting to get chewed out. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together waiting to hear Grissom's response.
Grissom let out a deep breath and removed his glasses for a moment, rubbing his temples. "Nick, I don't know what's going on with you and Sara and it's obvious that neither one of you is willing to tell anyone else on the team what is going on, but you need to keep whatever it is out of the lab and out of crime scenes."
Nick nodded. He had expected Grissom to say a lot more.
Grissom put his glasses back on and looked at Nick over the rim. "Just work out whatever it is soon."
Nick stood up and moved toward the door. "Thanks, Gris."
Grissom just gave him a half smile and waved him toward the door.
The Layout Room:
Warrick and Catherine stopped what they were doing; both of them had the same expression.
"You see that, don't you?" Catherine queried Warrick.
He nodded. "Yeah, let's get Gris."
The pair headed down the hall to Grissom's office to tell him what they had found.
The Roof:
Nick didn't expect to find Sara on the roof. He only wanted to be alone for a few minutes; to have some time to think.
She turned around as she heard footsteps approach. As she looked up her expression was guarded. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Nick stood next to her by the railing. He glanced over at her, worry etched on his face. "You look tired, Sara."
She let out a deep breath. "Nick, please don't start." She was trying to control the emotion in her voice.
He studied the sky and measured his words. "Sara, you can't keep showing up at my house because you can't sleep."
Sara looked at him as if his words had stung her. "Fine."
He turned to face her, his voice soft. "Sara, you know what I mean." He reached out and touched her arm. "I'm not going to turn you away, but it's not going to go away by itself, you need to do something about it."
She pulled her arm away and looked at him defensively. "I can handle it, Nick."
He raised an eyebrow in response. "I don't believe you, Sara. Unless you just want to sleep with me."
She rolled her eyes and a faint smile tugged at her mouth.
"Hey, I got you to smile." He smiled softly at her.
"I just need to think about it, ok." Her eyes pleaded with him.
He pulled her into a hug. "I'm just worried about you."
"I know." Sara replied as she pulled away. "Hey, we need to get back to work." She wiped away tears that threatened to form.
"I'm gonna stay up here a little while longer." He smiled at her as she nodded and then turned to walk away.
The Layout Room:
When Sara walked down the hall, she noticed Grissom, Warrick, and Catherine talking over the photos in very excited manner. She walked into the layout room. "Got a lead?"
They looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah, we're just waiting for Brass." Warrick studied her and noticed that she looked somewhat more relaxed, but still exhausted.
Grissom looked at her quizzically. "Did Greg finish the DNA tests yet?"
"I'll go check on that." Sara turned and headed back down the hall toward the DNA lab.
The Roof:
Nick stood looking out at the sky. He was worried about Sara. He knew that she needed to tackle this head on, but only she could make that decision, he could tell her until he was blue in the face, but she had to want to talk about it. He let out a deep breath and shook his head and chuckled as a thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would give her a key, it sure would beat getting woken up when he was sleeping, but then it also wouldn't help her deal with this either. Maybe he'd just get a hide-a-key. In any case, he needed coffee. After Sara had fallen asleep next to him, he'd stayed awake worrying about her. He was exhausted.
The Lab:
They didn't have any more to go on than they did the night before on the murder mystery dinner murder. It was a fairly slow night and Warrick and Catherine continued working on the photo collage. Nick was working in Trace trying to see if any of the hair or fibers that they collected had any unusual characteristics or seemed out of place. Not that out of place would be unusual in a circumstance like this. With fifty guests, there would be a lot of transient fibers. So far his analysis hadn't turned up anything significant.
Sara sat in the DNA lab with Greg waiting for the results from some of the samples that had been taken the night before.
Greg grinned at her, hoping to see a smile break across her face. "You should have seen my Elvis last night, Sara. It was hot!"
Sara glanced at him and barely registered what he said. "Uh, I'm sorry, what was that?"
Greg wrinkled his brow. "You doing ok, Sar? You seem kinda quiet."
Sara broke herself out of her reverie. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need some coffee that's all."
"I just made some of my special Blue Hawaiian blend; you might still find some in the pot if you hurry." Greg wasn't sure he was buying Sara's story, but he wasn't going to push either.
"Thanks, Greg." Sara mumbled as she pulled herself off the stool and headed toward the break room. She had just poured herself a cup when Grissom walked in.
He looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "Sara, did you get enough sleep? You look tired."
She glanced up at him and shook her head. "I'm fine. Just needed some coffee." She sipped the coffee and averted her gaze from Grissom.
Grissom looked at her with an unconvinced expression. "If you want to talk, I'll be in my office."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." She set the coffee down and walked out into the hall. Suddenly, she just wanted to be alone. The only place she knew where she could pretty much guarantee that was the roof. That was something Nick had shown her. He'd go up there when he needed to focus or needed some fresh air and wanted to be alone. She climbed the stairs and walked over to the railing and just stared out at the night sky which was illuminated by the lights from the Strip.
Grissom's Office:
Grissom sat at his desk reviewing a file when Nick stopped in the doorway. "You need something, Nick?"
Nick let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry about last night, Gris. I lost my cool and I let it interfere with my job."
Grissom gestured toward him to come in and close the door.
Nick sat down expecting to get chewed out. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together waiting to hear Grissom's response.
Grissom let out a deep breath and removed his glasses for a moment, rubbing his temples. "Nick, I don't know what's going on with you and Sara and it's obvious that neither one of you is willing to tell anyone else on the team what is going on, but you need to keep whatever it is out of the lab and out of crime scenes."
Nick nodded. He had expected Grissom to say a lot more.
Grissom put his glasses back on and looked at Nick over the rim. "Just work out whatever it is soon."
Nick stood up and moved toward the door. "Thanks, Gris."
Grissom just gave him a half smile and waved him toward the door.
The Layout Room:
Warrick and Catherine stopped what they were doing; both of them had the same expression.
"You see that, don't you?" Catherine queried Warrick.
He nodded. "Yeah, let's get Gris."
The pair headed down the hall to Grissom's office to tell him what they had found.
The Roof:
Nick didn't expect to find Sara on the roof. He only wanted to be alone for a few minutes; to have some time to think.
She turned around as she heard footsteps approach. As she looked up her expression was guarded. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Nick stood next to her by the railing. He glanced over at her, worry etched on his face. "You look tired, Sara."
She let out a deep breath. "Nick, please don't start." She was trying to control the emotion in her voice.
He studied the sky and measured his words. "Sara, you can't keep showing up at my house because you can't sleep."
Sara looked at him as if his words had stung her. "Fine."
He turned to face her, his voice soft. "Sara, you know what I mean." He reached out and touched her arm. "I'm not going to turn you away, but it's not going to go away by itself, you need to do something about it."
She pulled her arm away and looked at him defensively. "I can handle it, Nick."
He raised an eyebrow in response. "I don't believe you, Sara. Unless you just want to sleep with me."
She rolled her eyes and a faint smile tugged at her mouth.
"Hey, I got you to smile." He smiled softly at her.
"I just need to think about it, ok." Her eyes pleaded with him.
He pulled her into a hug. "I'm just worried about you."
"I know." Sara replied as she pulled away. "Hey, we need to get back to work." She wiped away tears that threatened to form.
"I'm gonna stay up here a little while longer." He smiled at her as she nodded and then turned to walk away.
The Layout Room:
When Sara walked down the hall, she noticed Grissom, Warrick, and Catherine talking over the photos in very excited manner. She walked into the layout room. "Got a lead?"
They looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah, we're just waiting for Brass." Warrick studied her and noticed that she looked somewhat more relaxed, but still exhausted.
Grissom looked at her quizzically. "Did Greg finish the DNA tests yet?"
"I'll go check on that." Sara turned and headed back down the hall toward the DNA lab.
The Roof:
Nick stood looking out at the sky. He was worried about Sara. He knew that she needed to tackle this head on, but only she could make that decision, he could tell her until he was blue in the face, but she had to want to talk about it. He let out a deep breath and shook his head and chuckled as a thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would give her a key, it sure would beat getting woken up when he was sleeping, but then it also wouldn't help her deal with this either. Maybe he'd just get a hide-a-key. In any case, he needed coffee. After Sara had fallen asleep next to him, he'd stayed awake worrying about her. He was exhausted.