DISCLAIMER : I don't own CSI nor it's characters. Everything belongs to the brains behind this wonderful show. Props go out to them. :D

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I've finally come up with a title for the fic. It's called 'It was Beautiful'. The title is off a song that I will be using within the next chapters. It's all about Sara and Grissom here. :D

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CHAPTER IV

"So, care to tell me what that was all about back there?" Nick broke the silence between him and Sara when they were on their way to their crime scene.

Sara looked away from the window to look at his profile. "What do you mean?"

"You know..." Nick took his eyes off the road for a second to look at her. "The whole Greg thing. I believe I haven't seen Greg break out into such a big smile before. That sure did look scary!"

Sara just gave a small chuckle and shook her head.

"Look, I'm really happy that you're up and smiling again. I've been growing really worried about you these past few weeks."

"Nick, I'm okay. There is no reason for you to be worried at all." Sara protested. "I don't know why everyone's is so concerned for me all of a sudden! Really, I'm perfectly okay."

"Yeah, I've heard that a million times." Nick laughed it off. "So? Will you tell me why you're going out on a date, well, semi-date with Greg?"

"A date with Greg?" Sara coughed. "I'm not going on a date with Greg! It's just break time in the same room with Greg. What's wrong with that?"

"Well" Nick cleared his throat. "Could it be the fact that he must have asked you a gazillion times but you never said yes and now out of the blue you tell him like it's the most natural thing in the world?"

"Okay, I'll admit, I might have put a bit too much enthusiasm into the acceptance, but I was actually, really glad about it." Sara explained as much as she could. "I was really touched about the salad yesterday. You know how he always likes to flirt, but yesterday he didn't. He simply just left the salad for me without the jokes."

"Really?" Nick was shaking his head. "That must have taken all of Greg's strength to stay away from you."

"Yeah?" Sara raised one of her eyebrows, "Well, whether he had stayed or gone, I wouldn't have said much to him anyway. It must have been 30 minutes or so before I saw what he had left. I was deep into work."

Nick snorted. "Man, then how do you know he just gave you the salad and left? For all you know he could have been standing there for 15 minutes and decided to give up since you were ignoring him."

"Hmm..." Sara wondered, "You may have a point there, though I'm sure I would have at least looked at him if he cracked one of his jokes on me yesterday. I was a in a bit of a mood then."

"A bit?" Nick teased. "You think you know people, but they can still surprise you."

"Hey!" Sara said in mock-anger.

This time Nick gave a much louder laugh. "Well, it's true! You've been so ... moody and detached lately. Really, Sar, are you alright?"

Sara threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "Yes! For the last time, I'm fine... Okay … I have been pretty down the past month or so, but I'm starting to grow out of it. I've been doing something about it! There! Is that enough Mr. Investigator?"

"Hey, I'm just worried as all!" Nick said sincerely. "So don't bite!"

"I never do Nicky. I never do!" came Sara's amused response.

"Did you see that look on Grissom's face though?" Nick laughed. "I mean, shouldn't he be used to all of Greg's quirks by now?"

Sara tensed suddenly. The last thing she wanted to discuss was Grissom. It took her a full minute before she finally replied with, "Yeah well, Grissom is Grissom."

Out of the corner of his eyes, Nick could sense that he had done wrong by bringing up Grissom's name. Sara had been clammed up about Grissom for weeks now. Where she used to joke about him or around him, she now finds some excuse not to interact with him. This mystery has plagued the other CSI's as well. They couldn't figure out what went wrong this time. Did it have anything to do with Grissom rejecting Sara's invitation for dinner?

Taking a quick look at her profile, he thought to himself. "Man Grissom, you screwed this one up big time!"

The silence that followed their short conversation stretched out for a couple of minutes until Nick heard Sara softly humming. He wasn't familiar with the tune but to his ears, it sounded soothing. They spent the rest of the journey to their crime scene that way. Sometimes he'd hear Sara sing out a line, but she mostly hummed to herself.

Nick would catch himself smiling from time to time.

To take her thoughts away from Grissom, Sara started to hum to the tune of the song she performed earlier. In her mind she was already picking out a song to do on Friday.

Marty, the bar owner, had asked if she could come by Tuesdays and Fridays to fill in one of the empty slots. She easily accepted the offer seeing as it would just be a couple of blocks away from work and it would certainly be a good distraction.

Sara never really thought her voice was good. But hearing somebody else say that she was actually better than good made her blush. She never stayed long on stage to see how the audience would react to her performance. When she sang, it wasn't for the audience. It was for herself.

Her voice was smooth, so she normally leaned towards Ballad songs. She also liked the way she was able to bring out her emotions through the songs. She always found it hard to express emotion, singing made her feel better.

It didn't take too long for them to get to their scene. Sara, who was still thinking about singing when Nick parked the car, shook her head slightly and got herself into Crime Scene mode.

"Okay." Nick said, getting out of his seat and taking out his field kit. "Time to go to work. Let's see what we have for today."