Chapter 5

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Sorry it took me so long to update, I was very busy. I'll try to do better in the future.

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They both got into Greg's car and drove in silence away from the crime lab. Even though neither of them was talking, it was a comfortable silence. The two of them arrived at the restaurant about 20 minutes later. Still in silence, they entered, were seated, and looked at their menus.

"You said the Belgian waffles were very good, right?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, there the best in the whole city," Greg replied.

The waiter came back with their coffee, took their orders and left them alone.

Sara had been looking out of the window this whole time. After a few more moments in silence, Greg took Sara's' hand. She looked over at him. There were tears in her eyes.

Quickly wiping her eyes, she said to him, "Let's talk about motive. What reason would Shea need to kill her uncle?"

"Maybe she just snapped," Greg suggested. "She lost her whole family in less then one year, it could have been too much for her."

"You don't believe that, do you?" Sara asked a pained expression on her face.

"Of coarse I don't, but I'm just considering all options. I don't think Shea did anything either."

After that they discussed other things until their waffles came. Sara agreed that they were the best she had ever tasted.

When they were done, Greg paid for the meal and they left the restaurant.

"Do you want to walk through the woods a bit?" Greg asked Sara as they went down the path. "I mean, we don't have to be at work until tonight, unless you have other plans?"

"No, I don't have anything else on." Sara replied quickly. "Let's walk for a while."

So they started down a side path that led them into a wood next to the restaurant.

After several minutes Sara went off the path and sat down next to a small steam. Greg sat down next to her.

"Did I ever tell you about my parents?" she asked him.

When he shook his head, she surprised herself by beginning to tell Greg everything. From the hospital visits, to the mother finally killing her father, to her time in a foster home. Just a few sentences into the story, Greg scooted up next to her, and, with their backs against a tall tree, wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders. He didn't say anything while she told his the whole story, but that did not matter to Sara. Greg was next to her, holding her in his arms, and was willing to listen.

Grissom had been willing to listen, but he had not held her like Greg was doing.

When she at last finished, Greg enfolded her in a big hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clung like she was never going to let go. They stayed like that for several minutes.

When they broke the hug, they stayed, with their faces only inches apart. Slowly, they both leaned in. Just before their lips touched, Sara's cell phone rang. It was enough to brake the moment.

Sara pulled one of her arms from around Greg, feeling empty with the loss of contact.

"Hello… Hi…..Yes, we're free to come in now……Really…….We'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Who was that?" Greg asked.

"Brass," Sara replied as she stood up, helping Greg in the process. "He has a neighbor of Finbarr Sheehan's that has some information for us."

They both quickly got back to Greg's car, and he drove them to the crime lab where there would be something, they hoped, that would help clear Sheas name.

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I know it doesn't help that much to the plot of the story, but that idea has been in my mind for weeks, and I just had to get it out. I'll be faster now in getting new chapters.

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