As soon as they entered Sara's small apartment, the air became stuffy with tension.

"Urm...would you like something to drink?" Sara asked uncertainly, not sure what to say.

Grissom shook his head firmly, as if the very idea of liquid repulsed him. He chewed on his lip. What should he tell her? He was sure that once he started, the whole story would pour out like a waterfall, and he didn't want her to know every little detail. Or did he? Maybe he should have just e-mailed her or something. Even in his head, that had sounded impersonal and cold.

"Well I'm gonna make some coffee anyway, okay?"

Sara's voice knocked him back to reality with a jolt. How long had she been standing there, watching him?

"Yeah, okay." He murmured, oblivious to the fact that his voice was barely audible.

Half an hour later found the pair sitting stiffly, one on each end of the uncomfortable couch. Sara wasn't sure if his tears were a warning of 'stay back' or 'come and ask me what's wrong'. She opted for the second.

"Come here," She said softly, not making actual eye contact unless that scared him off.

For a moment there was absolute silence, and then gradually, like a butterfly braking from its cocoon, he slid over to the space beside her. Sara took one of his hands that was lying on the couch face up, and held it in two of hers.

"You wanna talk about it?" She asked gently.

Grissom stayed silent, contemplating whether or not to do as he had planned before leaving Las Vegas. After a few minutes careful thought, he began.

"It's Catherine...she..."At this Sara stood up, and began to pace the room.

"I'm not sure I want to hear this, Griss..." As she walked past the couch again, Grissom grabbed her arm.

"No, she's...she was at a crime scene...the perp came back..." Grissom took a deep breath, "She never felt a thing..." He trailed off as a sob caught in his throat causing him to hiccup as yet another tear fell from his eyes.

Sara stared at him in shock.

He had come all the way from Vegas to tell her that Catherine was dead?

Shit.

And here she was bullying him for not showing her any attention; like it was his fault he didn't feel attracted to her.

Her inner turmoil continued to rage on as she pulled him into a tight embrace.

He cried silently into her shoulder, as she held onto him tightly, staring numbly past him into nothingness.

N/a Thanks for your support in the previous chapters; sorry I made you wait you wait so long for this long. My damn internet has been down for about two weeks, and I don't know know what the hell was wrong with it, but hey, it's back now.

Anyway, please review this chapter! Your response makes my muse happy!