Sara stared at he evidence Catherine spread out in front of them on the table. It amazed Sara how each CSI could look at the same evidence at so many different angles. Catherine had seen this perfectly.

"Why would a sniper set up shop here , when he could have…"

"Been in a more populated area. "Sara finished

"That fit's the profile of a sniper better and only two kills. Unless a specific target is sought they usually don't discriminate. This was a planned attack on Warrick and Brass."

"Snipers? Maybe not just a sniper, but a hit man, maybe someone paid to have them killed. I'll start looking through old case files and see if someone has a beef against Brass and Warrick."

"Good Start" Catherine said as she picked up the phone. "Sam Braun' office please, this is Catherine."

Sara did not wait to hear the reason Catherine would be calling Sam Braun after she had mentioned hit man and hired killers. She walked out of the office and bumped into Grissom

"I need you." He said to her. She felt that old skip in her chest as he said this and cursed herself.

"What's up?" why did he make her feel this way.

"I would like for you to take a look at something , when your shift is over" "It's not job related, it's personal"

"Gil, I don't think that is a good idea. I am finally getting back to normal, finally getting control of some things I have been…" he stopped her with a wave of his hand.

"This is part of all that, I promise, this will help." The look on his face made her reconsider. He looked happy and hopeful.

"Okay" she said as he turned to leave. "Wait" as she said this his shoulders slumped, she was going to change her mind, he just knew it.
" I want to talk to you about a theory Catherine has about the shooting." she noticed the relief in his face and his body relaxing.

" Sure, what's a day off for anyway."

He was waiting in the house. Grissom had brought in some boxes. Nothing was unpacked. Grissom had set up the bedroom. HE knew that Grissom was planning to spend the night at the house. Food was in the refrigerator. Toiletries were in the bathroom. He could slip his throat and Grissom would never feel a thing. Exsanguination was slow if not done correctly and He had been taught to do it correctly.

"I am going to recommend that you be allowed to return to work, limited duty of course." Holly looked across her desk at Jim. She had his chart in on her desk and she had reviewed all the test result. He was making a remarkable recovery. She had been busy with surgery all morning in order to make this appointment, usually the chief of surgery didn't see patients for follow up visits, but she wanted to have lunch with him. She had not be able to quit thinking about him after dinner. How long had it been since she had been looking forward to see a man. She would have to turn his case over to another doctor at the hospital if anything became of her little "crush".

"I'm getting the picture, doc, take it easy , eat right , exercise, that type of stuff. I feel fine, Great." He was telling the truth. The time off had been good for him. He hadn't been able to do much physical stuff , but he had rested. Read, found some old movies he had bought and never watched, called a few old girlfriends, but the literature that had been sent home from the hospital had explicitly warned against any sexual activity until he could walk up and down a flight of stairs without becoming winded. He had tried last week and knew better than to pull out his little black book for a while.

"I have cleared my schedule for the reminder of the day, let's go to lunch and Jim this time order what you want. I'm not you doctor all the time." she remembered watching him eat the baked chicken when she knew he was a steak kind of guy.

"I wanted to be on my best behavior, that night." Busted, but at least he could get a burger for lunch.

"Anyway , I know a wonderful place for lunch. Great food, great atmosphere and never crowded."

" That combination doesn't exist in this town." He wondered where she had in mind.

"You drive, I am with out an automobile. My brother has my car and his hummer is still under arrest."

"Impounded" He corrected. "Hey, Why is your accent getting more pronounced?"

They were in the elevator going to the parking deck

"When I am tired or stressed out or nervous it comes out." she confessed. He liked it. It suited her.

"Which one are you , tired, stressed or nervous?" he teased.

She straightened up and looked at him. Half smiled. Hoping he was as good a detective she had been told he was.

"You are parked on the second level and I am wondering if we are taking the stairs or the elevator?"