"I'm just frustrated," Sara admitted. Catherine looked at her and smiled.

"He's just trying to keep you safe," she reasoned. "Besides, you saw that guy try to kill Brass. What if it was you instead."

Sara sighed and looked down at the clipboard in her hands. She wasn't angry that he'd pulled her out of the room, but enfuriated by the fact that he 'cared' so much but was still adamant about them not being together. She'd be better off if he'd let her think he didn't care. She knew he was watching from down the hall, talking to Brass about something. She realized that Brass was probably telling Grissom what had been said.

Sara pulled her gaze away. She hadn't realized she'd been looking into hi eyes until Catherine cleared her throat.

"Go somewhere?," she teased.

"Just wondering what that creep said to Brass," she quickly replied. Catherine cocked her head to the side.

"I hope you don't mean Grissom."

"Huh? Oh. No, the suspect. I was wondering what he whispered to Brass."

"Uh huh," Catherine said and smiled. Well I'm sure he'll tell you if its important. Its not just my case, you know."

"So he'll tell you not to forget to tell me."

"Sara he's not that cold," Catherine scolded. Sara looked at her. "I'm sure he'll tell you."

Sara nodded. She didn't really agree, but figured it would be better if Catherine believed she did. Grissom had seemed tense after Brass was attacked. And he'd kept glancing at her.

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Grissom sat behind his desk. He rocked slightly in his chair with his foot on the desk. If someone where after any of his CSI's he'd be enfuriated. He'd go after anyone who messed with his team, but Sara was a different story. Where the others were concerned he'd go after someone, but with Sara, he'd kill someone.

He heard a soft knock on the door. Within seconds, his foot was on the floor, chair turned and he held a file in front of him.

"Can I come in?," Catherine asked from the doorway. He gestured for her to sit down. "What did he say?"

He looked up at her.

"What do you mean?," he asked. "What did who say?"

"Glen Albright," she remarked. "Don't play stupid with me, Gil. What did he say to Jim in that room? I know you can read lips."

He sighed and met her gaze. She'd known him for years and right now she knew something was up. There was no way she was going to believe it was nothing.

"Cath you have to promise not to tell anyone," he calmly said, waiting for her to nod before continuing. "He said if we put him away, he's make sure Sara was 'taken care of'. He said he's been watching her."

Catherine hid he amused look.

"So he's after Sara," she remarked, trying not to seem interested in his exact thoughts on this. "Gil, he probably just used her because she was in the room."

"If he touches her I'll kill him."

Catherine choked. He'd been very clear about his feeelings just then. Even with her he'd never been that open. She was amazed.

"Gil," she whispered, putting her hand on his arm. "Why don't you tell her? Shift is over in five minutes."

"I can't panick her," he reasoned, tossing the file nack onto his desk. "What if it really is nothing."

"I meant that you love her," Catherine remarked, standing up and going to walk out.

"Catherine," he warned, letting her know she'd crossed a line. She just smirked and walked out of his office.

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