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"Man!" Sara exclaimed and swung her arms back only to hear a male groan afterwards.

Nick stood behind her with a very painful expression, while his hand was covering the area which was the target of Sara's accidental swing. "Oh, ah, Nick, I'm so sorry!" Sara approached her colleague, but Nick only backed away from her. "You okay?" she asked him.

"Never been better," his changed whistle-like voice emerged behind the covering wrist of his arm. "Ah, shit." He quickly exited the room.

Sara watched him leave along with Grissom who had managed to miss Sara's blow by a single hair. He then turned around to look at her. "What got you so excited?" Grissom asked.

"Um" She kept looking at the opened doorway a while longer before finally meeting her supervisor's gaze. "Yeah, I-uh, nothing," Sara said.

"I think I saw blood," Grissom said subtly and leaned slightly forward.

Sara let out a heavy sigh. "You were quiet. I didn't see him!"

"Then it wasn't nothing."

Sara tilted her head. "If you must know... my brother got engaged," she sounded strangely uncomfortable by this.

Grissom noticed this and narrowed his eyes with a mischievous smile. "When?"

"Two days ago."

"Congratulations to him."

"Yeah."

"Is that a tone of distress?"

"No." Sara crossed her arms. "It's just that I never pictured him with a ball and chain in his life. Or maybe not until he was ninety."

"And that worries you?"

"I don't know. He always had a strange view on marriage; the type that equaled such legal union between two people, with erm... cigarettes. Addictive and bad for your health." After receiving a strange look from Grissom, she continued. "Yeah, I know, strange comparison?" She shrugged. Grissom smiled for a moment. "What do we have?" she then asked him.

Grissom said nothing and only handed her a piece of paper. "Oh, goody. Double homicide."

"Nick's on it as well. But I think he'll probably be a little late."

Sara looked down on the floor and silently walked out. Grissom fought hard to conceal a smirk.

When they arrived at the scene surrounded by forest trees, two bodies greeted them. A man and a woman lying face down with a bullet each in their heads. The flies had already begun checking out the potential nesting places on the corpses.

"Blowfly to a corpse – like a bee to a flower," Sara said.

"One of nature's perfect little soldiers." Grissom observed the scene carefully while Sara took notes of her initial impressions. "Identical wedding bands," he said, noticing the rings on their fingers.

"Married," Sara added.

"Maybe you should bring your brother here to see this," Grissom joked.

Sara glanced at him and then back at her notepad. The thought was amusing.

"Hey guys," Nick finally arrived with a white Band-Aid across his nose.

Sara cringed. "Nick, man, I'm really sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Nick replied and stopped next to Sara. He started watching the scene. "Heard your brother's got engaged."

Sara glanced at Grissom. "Yeah, he did."

"When's the big day?"

"They haven't set a date yet."

"Okay."

"How's your nose?"

"It'll heal," he said. "You've got quite a punch, Sara." Nick smiled.

Sara felt a slight blush. "Thanks, Nick. And I am…"

"You apologize one more time, and you're going to be a third DB here," he told her.

"Okay, okay," Sara lifted her hands and chuckled.

"A jealous girlfriend. Adultery just keeps getting better," Sara mumbled as she and Grissom were going over the final reports. The case turned out to be a short one. "The husband's mistress was not content with his rejection to leave his wife."

"And this is how she showed it."

"Yeah, nothing says 'I love you' like a bullet in the head." She placed the few remaining pieces of paper in the folder and handed to Grissom. "That's all for today?" she asked him.

"Yes."

"Great." She sighed.

Noticing her near departure, Grissom looked up at Sara. "Leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He felt disappointed by her answer. Although the case had finally been closed, Grissom wished she would not have to depart just yet. But he did not say anything, allowing her to leave.

When her presence disappeared from the room, Grissom allowed himself to finally sit down. He pushed the folder gently away from him and then took off his glasses. A string of curiosity found itself in his system. Grissom wanted to know what she might be doing in her off hours lately. Perhaps her previous habits have changed. Perhaps she had stopped listening to the police scanner and taken up an art class instead.

He smiled. The thought appeared unlikely but strangely appealing. Putting his glasses on again, he quietly returned to work.