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Chapter 3

Sara walked quickly towards the trace lab, Grissom fast on her heels. He was growing more concerned. Neither had really slept since the previous shift. Despite his own need to find closure for this case, he was feeling the affects of sleep deprivation. Sara wasn't telling him what was eating away at her either. It was upsetting for him, considering their new openness with each other. She was holding something in. He knew the look that had come over her face at the diner upon the mention of their Jane Doe. He'd felt it himself many times in his past, but never with the ferocity that Sara acquired. He rounded the corner to find Sara placating a very miffed Hodges.

"Don't be such a baby. No harm done, and you helped us with an important part of the case." Sara grinned.

"Does that mean I get a raise? No. Does that mean you people respect me more? Not really. Am I gonna get taken along on little field trips like Sanders? Unlikely! So. . .what do I get out of these constant annoyances in my daily life?"

"The satisfaction of a job well done?" Grissom's voice over his shoulder, caused Hodge's eyes to widen with sudden fear.

Sara chuckled, and walked past Hodges towards Jacqui. Grissom gave him a lopsided grin, and shook his head. For his part, Hodges stood there opening and closing his mouth as if the perfect comeback was fighting its way out, but not quite winning the battle.

"Anything yet?" Sara stood next to Jacqui who was hunched over a folder, examining a print.

"No hits yet on your Jane Doe, but we got a match on one of the sets on the outside of the car. From the hood." She handed the print out to Sara as Grissom approached.

"Matthew Grottwahl. Has some B&E's in his past. Whoa. Attempted rape? Looks like his ex has a restraining order on him." Sara handed the page off to Grissom. "Sounds like a good suspect."

"I'll call Brass. See what else he can dig up on our guy. Let's make sure he didn't break that restraining order." Grissom looked over at Sara.

"I'll check the missing person's database for our vic too."

"Ok. I'll page you as soon as I talk to Brass." Grissom's voice was soft with concern, and he wanted so much to reach out to offer Sara some reassurance, but this was not the place.

Jacqui glanced up at the two CSI's, and shook her head. If she hadn't valued her job, she'd have told them to get a room.

TBC