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The moment they entered the house, both knew it would take them longer than usual to process the scene: One body, blood on every floor, every possible kitchen appliance a murder weapon.

"Don't you just love these long hours," Sara said sarcastically as she was reaching over for the evidence bag on the table.

"They get you out of the office," he replied lightly and handed her the bag.

She looked up at him and smiled before taking the bag. "Thank you."

Some hours later, they decided to give themselves a break and put something in their stomachs. Stepping out of the house, they settled on the small stone bench in the yard.

Anyone else would've felt their hunger disappear for days after the site of the unfortunate teenager in that house, but for these two, this was just like any other day. It was work.

They began their lunch, or dinner, quietly, neither saying anything and being attentive only to their chosen meals. The bench wasn't a big, so there was barely any distance between them. The only available space had already been taken by the small paper bags, napkins and two plastic spoons.

Being 3 in the morning, there was silence in the air. A neighbor's dog barked a few times, two cars passed and that was the end. Nothing else chose to really disturb this calmness except for the occasional noise from the paper bag.

Grissom inhaled. Somehow the air, even if not unpolluted, was helpful in the way he ate. He glanced at Sara who was looking flippantly at her veggie burger, probably wondering whether to add some sauce or not. His right lip curled up for a moment. She always held her lunch, usually being sandwiches, so delicately. He sighed quietly. He expected this to be an uncomfortable silence for him. After his revelations a few days earlier, Grissom had anticipated this closeness to scare the hell out of him and force him to jump away, distancing himself as farther as possible.

He glanced at her again. Why didn't that happen? He looked around them. Dark, night, silence, a police officer passing by, silence, night... Just another night.

No, this was not just another night for him. This was a quiet, comfortable night of work with Sara. He swallowed jaggedly. He raised his eyebrow and looked at his meal. They were sharing dinner together.

It was a long time ago since they shared a meal during a break together. Long, very long ago...

And yet, it felt comfortable. His heart skipped a beat to send a few tremors through him to highlight the altered situation but that changed nothing of this ease. "Strange...," he thought. His eyes traveled over to her profile. He saw her look ahead, then down at her burger before taking a bite off it. She did not seem to notice his subtle glances. Perhaps she was too tired to try and notice. Grissom touched the spoon with his lips to suck in the greenish substance. She didn't look tired.

"You know..." she started, whilst looking at her burger. "You can just tell me that I have a piece of lettuce stuck on my cheek."

She noticed.

For a moment, Grissom's mouth ceased chewing the food. He was certainly not glaring at her. He soon resumed the chewing and reached over to her face, very close to her lips.

The moment his thumb and index finger touched her skin, Sara quickly moved her face away and looked at him. This caught her off-guard.

"Crumbs," he said, holding the tiny piece between his fingers. He then threw it away and shrugged.

Her eyebrows moved down as she tried to pick the tiny piece of vegetable from her back tooth with her tongue. She then looked back at her meal and took another bite. "Of course...," she thought, "...what other reason could there be."

"What were you like in high school?" he asked her.

Sara looked up, surprised by this question. "I was smart and unpopular. That says it all."

"Not many great memories from there?"

Sara shook her head. "I wasn't a very sociable person, which was probably the biggest problem for me. And there was this kid, Billy. His name was William but everyone called him Billy. He had this habit of teasing me every chance he got. I used to hate him."

Grissom smiled gently. "But nothing physical I hope."

"No, thank god, no. He was just annoying. Cute boy but very annoying. Then, before graduation, he asked me to go with him."

"So it's true then, the person that loves you – teases you," Grissom said and received a look from Sara. He chuckled to this. "Hey, it did happen with you. I'm not making it up."

"The same day he came down with something so he didn't get to go."

"So, this... Billy, you saw him again?"

"We met a couple of times afterwards, then lost touch."

"Oh." Grissom sipped his coffee.

"How was your high school life?"

"I was strange, I was quiet. Didn't have many friends."

"Well, nice to see we had something in common." Sara smiled. "So, you were crush-free?"

"No. I did like this girl."

"Wow, this should be interesting." Sara warmed up her hands and turned slightly towards him.

Grissom looked away and then back at her. "What, you want me to tell you?"

"You owe me. I told you."

Grissom sighed. "She was in my science class. A bit shy but intelligent and sweet."

"Her name?"

"Jorja."

Sara smiled. "Gil Grissom had a crush in high school," she said softly. "What happened? Dated?"

Grissom nodded. "We did. Shared a few nights of intimacy and then... like your history, we lost touch."

"That's a sad ending."

"Well, I have good memories of her so no, not really."

"Huh." Sara took another bite of her burger.

"Done?" Grissom asked her, referring to her lunch.

"Yeah, almost," she replied and sipped the last few drops of her coffee.

"You called Warrick about the transportation schedule?" Grissom asked Sara as they were walking back to their cars.

"Yes, just five minutes ago," she confirmed.

"Hey, geek-worm!" Someone suddenly shouted behind them.

Sara abruptly stopped. She recognized the voice. "You gotta be kidding me," she said and spun around. Bopping her head once, her face was a mix of shock and confusion at the person standing not far away from them. "Mark?"

The brown-eyed young man, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans grinned. He had unusually curly hair and a thin beard with a color that matched his eyes. "Why is it every time I see you, you have that same look on your face?"

Clearing her throat, Sara shook her head. "Maybe because I rarely see you?"

He chuckled to this. Spreading out his arms, he began to walk towards Grissom and Sara. "Be or be it not?"

"Uh..." Sara glanced at Grissom who was taken by surprise by this man's appearance as much as she was. "Be," she responded and handed her kit to Grissom who took it without a word. She approached her brother and hugged him.

Grissom watched this. Having never met Mark, he had hoped this man wasn't an ex. He did however notice the funny resemblance between Mark and Sara; especially the nose.

"Phew. Too busy to take a shower?" Mark asked.

Sara smiled. She did not seem ready nor willing to show a grin. "It can't be that bad since you were brave enough to hug me," she told him.

"Consequences of working with dead bodies. Awful." Mark smiled. He then spotted Grissom. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Grissom – my...uh, my supervisor," Sara started the introduction.

"Oh, hey." Mark nodded towards Grissom. "Face on a name... cool." He scratched his beard softly while moving his gaze from Grissom to Sara and back a few times.

From the man's face expression, Grissom received the impression that Mark failed to appear surprised. "Who might you be?" he asked.

"Doesn't it show?" Mark quickly pointed at himself and Sara.

Parting his lips, Grissom observed the two people's faces quietly. "Sara's... brother?"

"Yes."

"Ah." Grissom nodded and smiled politely. "This must be a great reunion but..."

Sara quickly understood. "We're working. Um, you have my number?" She turned to Mark.

"Yeah. Call you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Can do." Mark brushed his hand on Sara's hair. "Talk later" he said and nodded once again towards Grissom. He wasn't too keen on staying here longer either.

"So, that's your sibling," Grissom said as he and Sara looked after Mark as he walked away from them in the dark street.

"Yeah. The product of an extremely boring night for my parents."

Grissom looked at her before she looked back at him. He handed the kit back to her. Work was calling...