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Ok, as usual, you asked, and I delivered:

Chapter 4

"Ok, so the suspect tried to wipe the blade clean and then ditched the knife in the garbage." Sofia Curtis stood staring at the photos of the luminol covered blade through pictures strewn about the light table.

For the past half an hour, she and Grissom had been going over evidence for their latest case, trying to find something that could be used as more than circumstantial.

Rather, she was looked over the evidence, and Gil was trying to make in not so obvious that his mind was elsewhere. It wasn't fooling Sophia.

"Hey." She looked up, as did he at the sound of her voice. "Are you gonna sit here thinking about Sara? Or are you gonna help me process this evidence?"

He shook off the words that had just come from her mouth. There was no way that he could even know that anything was going on between them, considering that nothing was really going on between Sara and himself.

"Sorry." He apologized quickly. " What've you got?"

He leaned closer to her on the table, so that she could see her point of view on the photographs.

"Nothing much," She raised an eyebrow. "I was just trying to get you to help me out here."

"Otherwise, I might as well look over this myself." She let a deep sigh escape from her lips. Since she'd be demoted to the nightshift, she couldn't shake the feeling that she just didn't fit in. She'd tried expressing how she felt a couple of weeks ago to Sara, but the words she had been saying hadn't been understood until she walked out of the room. Sophia could have sworn that she was making progress when she was talking to Gris in his office one day after shift, and discovered that they shared an interest in a book that he kept on one of his shelfs.

She watched the features on his face shift, and she knew that she'd just given him an idea. For being such a bright and extremely intelligent man, he definitely had a few moments where he was in the dark.

"Sophie, I'm really sorry, but I have to go." He got up and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, leaving her nodding in understanding.

"Sure, I'll just get Greg to help me." She shook her head once he turned around. Granted she liked the nightshift, rather a few of her colleagues on the night shift a bit more than a few who were on dayshift, but she still missed the fact that she could really count on them to help her. Still, she knew that she didn't even need Greg, but she would be neglecting herself of the company, and the time to teach the newbie a thing or two.

Grissom stopped at the door, and turned to face her, "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you Sophie."