A/N: Sorry to keep you all in suspense but you can blame it on my muse, she keeps ending the chapters there :)

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Chapter Five:

"So," said Nick, as he drove Catherine and himself to their crime scene. "What do you make of the conversation I had with Grissom?" he asked his passenger.

"Well," replied Catherine. "I'd say the fact that he was reading a file upside down and wearing latex gloves while doing so, suggests that you interrupted him in the middle of something," she theorised. "I'd also hazard a guess that we are on our way to an extremely unpleasant decomp scene because he suspects you enlightened the rest of us and he wasn't entirely happy with that," she reflected.

"Yeah," agreed Nick, mulling her words over in his mind. "If that's true, I can understand him sending me on this case, but why did you get dragged in to it."

Catherine sniggered. "Because, Nicky my boy, he knows that I know that he's covering something up and it's only a matter of time before I start applying my investigative skills to find out what he's hiding," she explained.

Nick let out a soft chuckle as he nodded in understanding. "Something tells me this isn't the first time you two have played this game," he said.

"Griss and I have known each other for a long time Nick," she said. "We've gotten to know each others traits very well."

"I wouldn't let Sara hear you say that," Nick quipped.

"Puhleese," snorted Catherine. "Like I'd be interested in some socially inept, emotionally retarded, bug guy," she said, shivering involuntarily.

"Well that's obviously something that Sara finds attractive," said Nick with a laugh.

"Yeah go figure," Catherine shrugged. "I just wish they'd get their act together and do something about it, the whole thing is starting to wear a bit thin."

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Sara hit the rewind button on the remote again. After watching the video all the way through the first time, she had sat in silent disbelief for at least twenty minutes as her mind assimilated the media on the tape.

Once she had recovered from her initial reaction, she had played it over and over, losing count of the number of times but unable to make herself stop. Each time she watched she became more mesmerised by the music, words and images that reached out to her.

The clunk of the tape as it reached the beginning again, snapped her out of her entranced state. Glancing at the clock beside her, she was surprised at how long she had been sitting there. Staring longingly at the remote, she listened as the angel and devil on her shoulders began to duke it out.

'C'mon Sara, you know you should get some rest while you can. You don't get many days off you know,' said her good conscience, gently.

'Back off goody two shoes,' spoke her devilish side. 'Can't you see she just wants to watch it one more time.'

'Hey, was I talking to you?' replied the angelic voice, becoming irritated. 'Did it look like I was talking to YOU?'

'Geez, keep your halo on,' said the devilish voice defensively. 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the fluffy clouds today.'

'Look horn head, why don't you quit bugging us and go toast some marshmallows or something,' instructed the angelic voice.

Muttering something about being unworthy of angel status, the devilish voice vanished from Sara's head, leaving her good conscience to take control.

Sara sighed and placed the remote on the table. Flicking off the lights in the living room, she shuffled her way to her room. Quickly changing, she slid between the cool sheets of her bed and closed her eyes. Almost instantly her mind was filled with images from the video and the soothing sound of a man's voice thick with a Jamaican accent, slowly lulling her into an enchanted sleep.

TBC...

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