Sunday Morning Memories

A/N: Please give me some reviews! You wouldn't want me to cry would you? I know it's not very long but I swear there will be more to it. You'll find out in due time what went awry.

One Month Earlier

"I spoke with Ecklie two weeks ago..." Sara said calmly. Grissom looked at her, wondering why she was telling him this. "He's hiring me for the dayshift position." Gil looked dumbfounded, just as she suspected he would. "I...I guess I have no choice but to let you go," he replied resolutely.

"Mr. Grissom," she said breathlessly. "You already have let me go."

He pulled his glasses from his eyes and massaged his temples. "I...Sara, we talked about this already." He looked exhausted. Sara remembered the days when he was walking with a spring in his step. "You said you understood," he said avoiding her stare.

She gave him a grimace that conveyed her unhappiness. "I do understand. I do now. I thought that maybe you'd changed, but I was wrong. Believe me, Mr. Grissom, I completely understand."

"What is this 'Mr. Grissom' nonsense? You've never called me that before."

"I've never wanted to get away from Gil Grissom before," she replied cryptically.

He stared at her, unsure what to make of her last statement. "Get a way from me?"

"Yep, you see Mr. Grissom, I can't just go back and play pretend. I can't act like everything is okay when it's not. So to distinguish reality from fantasy, I've decided to call you 'Mr. Grissom'. Any good employee would show her boss respect. After all, that's all we really are, boss and employee. Now," she said tersely. "Can I have my transfer papers...please?"

Present Day

It was a gray Sunday morning. The clouds hung over head like Vultures circling a dead carcass. Rain fell discreetly, as if it had no right to be there and it was trying not to make its presence known. Little droplets littered the pavement here and there. The steam rising from the hot asphalt and the splatters that hit her face as she processed the victim lying in front of her made her want to curl up under a warm blanket and sleep her troubles away. Why couldn't people hibernate?

Rain like this brought back happy memories, but with the good always came the bad.

"You have the softest skin."

Sara tucked a strand of her dark chocolate hair behind her ear and bent over to pull a red fiber from the vic's mouth. She gave the girl's face a long, hard look and realization hit her. She looked so close to Kaye Shelton that she could almost be Kaye Shelton. Sara sighed and thought back to the case from so long ago. Grissom had won her heart with the pig experiment, showing that he really did care for her. She gave a long sigh and closed up her kit.

His fingers traced a path from the underside of her breast down to her navel. The look in his eyes mesmerized Sara and terrified her at the same time. He looked completely focused and intent on nothing but her. She could almost feel the holes that his gaze burned into her, and once or twice she looked down to see if he'd charred her. Grissom licked his lips. He needed her. A shiver raced down Sara's spine.

"Sidle!" Ecklie shouted form across the parking lot. "C'mon, this ain't the night shift. Move it!" Sara gave his retreating form the finger. God she hated him.

/"Transferring to dayshift is the best thing you've done, kid. Just remember the torture of working in the company of Grissom."/

Sara's coffee-brown eyes watered. She wiped the burning tears away furiously and collected her kit. CSI Sidle climbed into her black SUV and tore from the Bellagio parking lot.

Three Months Prior

"Grissom!!! That tickles!!!" She laughed uncontrollably as he traced his index finger from the tip of her big toe to her ankle. He had a feather light touch that caused Sara to giggle with every stroke of his finger.

"Miss Sara needs to clip her toenails," he said matter-of -factly, flashing her a warm smile.

She tried to stifle a chuckle and yanked her foot out of his grasp. "How did that go from foot massage to an attack on my foot?"

"I just get these urges to attack you," he smiled teasingly.

Sara rolled over on top of him, her silk nightgown pressed against his bare chest. She fingered the tiny hairs there and leaned her head on him. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and she was close to falling into a catnap. This is what happiness is supposed to be like, she thought to herself. "Grissom?"

"Mm."

"Do you think the team will figure us out?"

"Not likely. We're both professionals. We'll keep it simple at work."

"What if they do?" she asked as she fiddled with a loose thread on the navy sheets.

"They won't. Now go to sleep, honey, before I have to tickle your feet again."

Grissom pulled her closer and pressed his lips against her hair.

"Hey, Gil, what are you so happy about?" Catherine asked knowingly. He'd most likely been with a woman.

"Aren't I always happy?"

Oh, yeah, definitely a woman.

"Mm…no. But it's nice to see you so jovial. Does that mean you're in a good enough mood NOT to put me on another B&E?" the stylish woman asked.

"Mm…no."

"C'mon, Gil! This is the third one this week!" The suddenly not-so-stylish woman protested.

He sighed and leaned against the doorframe of the break room. "Cath, you're the best I've got to train Greg. He needs something simple right now."

"Why can't Sara help take him on a case? He likes her anyway."

Grissom's eyes became dark and stormy. He seemed to have a fit of anger take over him for a second. In a flash, the look was gone, and Catherine sensed some serious jealousy going on. "Oh," was all she said.

"Oh?"

"I just figured out why you don't want Sara with him. What about Nick…or Warrick? C'mon, Gil!! Please???"

He sighed in defeat. "Fine."

Grissom stepped back as a nerf ball whizzed past his head and struck fridge. "Sorry!" Nick called sheepishly from the end of the hall. "I was aiming for Warrick's head."

Warrick positioned himself to the side and laughed. "Good job, Stokes. Better luck next time."

"Better luck with what?" Sara asked as she pushed past Grissom and entered the break room.

"Um," was all Grissom could say. No one could deny him his lack of speech. Even Nick, who thought of Sara as a little sister of sorts, couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was dressed in a flesh colored, quarter inch sleeve V-neck and red pants made of leather. Her head hung down as usual, but with two sections pulled back behind her head. She looked gorgeous. "Right. Where's Greg?"

"Right here, Boss…" he gulped. "Hiya, Sara." His eyes nearly fell out of his skull. Nick, Warrick and Catherine exchanged amused glances. Grissom, however, was none too pleased.

"Get in here, Greg." The former lab-tech perched himself on the couch next to Sara, which seemed to set Grissom into an undiscovered level of contempt for the poor, Norwegian, CSI I. "Catherine and Warrick, you have a murder suicide. Nick and Greg, B&E. Sara, you're solo."

The nightshift waited for the tension in the room to thicken, but they were amazed when nothing went awry. No broken coffee makers, no screaming, or cowering Greg Sanders. Sara took the slip from Grissom and folded it in half without reading it. Catherine found her behavior extremely odd.

Nick and Greg rose in unison. "Alright, Greggo, let's get to work."

"Yes sir, mister crappy football thrower, sir!" Greg teased as he exited the break room.

"Okay, just for that, you get to clean my equipment."

They all heard a loud groan from down the hallway.

"Okay Warrick, let's go," Catherine ordered. Warrick followed silently behind.

As they exited the room Sara unfolded the piece of paper. "Grissom…a rape?"

Grissom grimaced. "Well, we need a female to do it, Sara."

"I…a female? What about Catherine? Why do I always get the rape cases? That's bullshit, Grissom."

He stood silently in front of her.

She stormed from the break room angrily and headed to her SUV. She climbed in, buckled her seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot. She turned the vehicle in the direction of the PD.

All through shift, she cursed Grissom under her breath. This case was particularly tough; the girl was only thirteen. The OB/GYN pulled a rape kit on the girl, confirming the teenager's story. Her blonde hair framed her small, sad face. Sara suddenly had a flash of empathy for Catherine. The girl looked entirely too much like Lindsey.

The young girl, named Michelle Cavanaugh, told the story of her father raping her. Sara fought hard to hold the tears back that threatened to spill. She'd need some kind of outlet after shift.