A/N aaaaaaaand the one with a bit more soul. This time, the grammar's going along with Warrick's speech patterns.

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I was having a good day. One of those wake up before the alarm, do a couple miles on the treadmill, great shower and one heck of a good meal kinda days. My favorite songs even started coming on the radio, and that never happens. The was comes in when I entered the breakroom to the most disturbing image ever: the thought of Gruesome Grissom having sex. Man, that is just rank!

Needless to say, I'm more than glad Gris sent me far away from the thought of him and some random female shacking it up. That was, until I saw Sara. Is it just me, or did she act just a bit too interested? 'Murderer returning to the scene of the crime' interested? I mean, she did look fine. Moreso than I've seen in a long time.

Yeah, DB on the strip. Prostitute with an overdose, not a big deal, but Brass seems to think it requires his attention.

"Hey, Warrick"

"Brass my man, what's the MO?"

"Maybe you can help me out with that. What was all the commotion about Grissom in the Break Room today?"

"Cath and Greg were saying how Grissom was getting frisky with someone last night"

"Ah. Kinda make you sick, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I mean, he's got the right, but with who?"

"Oh, so you don't know he and Sara drove in the same car today?"

World. Me. Stopped in it's tracks. No. I cough as I swallow my words and Brass looks at me with that 'I know something you don't know' look again.

"You serious?" My mother used to tell me if I kept my face in a weird way, it'd stick. Never thought it was true until I started working with CSI. Been grimacing a lot lately.

"Yeah. That's why I left, went out to the parking lot to make sure I wasn't hallucinating"

"And you weren't"

"I wasn't. Sara's car is no where to be seen. So, what do you think about that?" he asks, as if I can say anything other than speechless.

"Uh. I dunno, man, I mean Sara? and the Griss?"

"Not that, that" right, DB, murder, or whatever.

"Unintentional suicide, maybe? Drug implements present and accounted for, I'll bag 'em and bring them all back to the lab. Match the prints to the vic" I am officially babbling.

Brass slaps my chest and I hand him the camera, he can take pictures as I bag evidence. I will never look at Sara or Grissom the same way again.


Man, report is awkward. I can totally tell how Grissom and Sara are trying not to look at each other. Cath and I share a look, damn, man! She knows, too?

"DB officially being ruled a suicide, nothing significant to report"

All I can think about is the mental image of Grissom and Sara. . . ew. I must've shuddered, 'cause everyone's lookin' at me. Dudes, I'm not the one you should be eyeing here. Wonder if anyone else knows. Yeah, probably.

"Warrick?" Gris says, I wasn't zoning, was I? Darn mental image.

"Yeah, uh," Sara's lookin' just a bit flushed. Saw Nick talking to her earlier, could be it.

"Uh, where's the body?" Grissom snaps me back, sick, I did it again!

"It's being released to the deceased's sister in the morning. Case closed"

"Thank you. Sara, Nick, anything to report?"

"Other than a collosal waste of time?" Sara said, chewing the end of her pen. I never knew she. . . oh. Man, that is wrong on so many levels. She can even flirt when annoyed.

"I wouldn't call that a total waste of time, Sara" by the way Nick's smirking he definately knows something. Major. Maybe after a couple of beers I'll have the strength to ask.

"What's that supposed to mean, Nick?"

"We did get to the root of one somewhat unrelated problem, just nothing to do with the case" he's gloating! Sara is seriously fuming. What happened in there?

"Dude, you two are not leaving this hanging, just tell us already" oops, that wasn't supposed to slip. Sara's blushing again and Grissom looks very uncomfortable. Like, 'cockroaches lost a race' uncomfortable.

"Uh"

"Our dear Sara here's been visited by a gentleman caller, who, according to her, is the best she ever had"

Oh my living Lord! I think I'm gonna hurl. . . not the only one, Grissom's coughin' a bucket, man! Why am I the only one not comfortable with this?

"Well, (achem) any. . . anything else to report?"

I hope not.

"No! Nothing. You know, I don't even think this . . . you know what? I'm leaving" Sara said, ouch. She is on fire! Nicky better watch his back.

"I'm gonna. . . yeah whatever" I need to find Sara. She's almost to her locker, great, I've got her cornered. Defensive measures activated. Ooo, that sounded like Greg.

"Hey, Sara"

"Go away! I don't want to talk" is she. . . crying? Aw man.

"Hey, hey there girl. C'mere" all I can think of is giving the poor girl a hug. It's sad how some of us can just take things too far.

"I just. . . I was so happy this morning, and now? . . . now"

"Shh, hey. No explaination needed. Guess I'm just worried 'bout you. Nick shouldn't have run hs mouth, y'know?"

"Yeah. . I dunno"

"So what if you 'n Griss. . . uh. . ."

Why did I open my big fat mouth? Sara's lookin' at me in panic, I think she's gonna pass out.

"How did you know about that?" 'handle with care' ring a bell Warrick? Yeah, I'm standing right under it.

"Uh, don't take it harsh, Sara, but you made such a deal with Break Room this morning, and. umm Brass saw you getting out of Grissom's SUV"

"Damn it!" she's jumped up and so long to the coffee mug as it shatters against some unfortunate person's locker; hope it's Eckley's.

"I take it you're going to give me a pep talk in managing my relationships, now right?"

"No, man. I mean, as much as the thought of Grissom having sex turns my stomac, hey, he's got the right"

Now, she's sinking back down to the bench and I'm gonna follow with an arm on her shoulder. Grabbing a kleenex from my pocket, I hand it to her and she blows her nose, that's better.

"He was gentle" I've never heard Sara be so quiet, this is a big thing, "He was. . . I've never been with anybody who treated me. . . like I was an angel. More than anything in my entire life I felt like this was pure. Holy. He made me feel holy. You should have seen his face, it looked like a cripple screaming for someone to hold him, someone to show him something beautiul and I wasn't prepared for that. Warrick, somewhere last night, I saved Gil Grissom and. . . sometime in the night. . . he saved me. I. . . can't let that go. Not yet. I need him, I. . messed up and life gave me another chance."

"Wow" I'm speechless. Here, I came to help Sara out, and wow, she ends up telling me something deep. I'm here for her when she needs me, and I guess she needed to say that. Leaning down, all I can do is wipe the hair from her eyes and kiss her crinkled forehead. I can't help but feel responsible for Sara, don't know why, I guess it's just part of being a member of the team. Cath can take care of herself, but Sara? She needs tending to.

"I'm glad you found that. You know I love you girl, and you know you can tell me anything, so don't forget that, kay?" I wipe her eyes with the unused tissue, and smile. She shares it. Boy, do I try or what?

"Thanks Warrick"

"Now, go get him! Yeow!"

She's chuckling, good. 'Cause this has been a hard shift for everybody. Think it's time to go find Nicky for that drink and maybe a slap in the face.

"Hey, Warrick, you seen Sara?" It's Cath, another one of the team.

"Yeah, she's gone to find Griss"

"Ah. So, Brass tells me you.. ."

"Yeah. Damn, I mean what a day"

"Huh. Yah. Well, see you tomorrow"

"Bye, Cath"

Walking out to my car, I see Sara driving off in a hurry. Hope she finds her peace, I know how lonely this city can feel. My footsteps across the pavement are all I can hear, and the hum of a neon light, picking up my phone, I dial Nick,

"Hey, man. Warrick. Yeah. Hey, what happened with you'n Sara? Really? I believe it. I'm in the lot, let's go out for a drink. Yeah, we need to talk. Your place? Sure. I'll pick up a six pack. Right. See you there, buddy. And, try not to break anything else, bye"

What a day this is turning out to be.