A New Life

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Grissom/Sara ; Warrick/Catherine ; maybe others later on

Spoilers: umm…everything up to the shift change in Season 5

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI in any way, shape, or form; only the plot of this story

Summery: Grissom and Sara are finally starting things up when someone new enters both of their lives. How is he related to Sara's past and what is she going to do about it?

Chapter 3: Evil Tea from Hell and a 418b

"Hey Sar!" Greg cried happily from his place at the break room table.

She smiled at him and made her way to the counter, "Greg." She acknowledged.

"Whacha doin?" He asked curiously, seeing her reach down into one of the bottom cupboards and bring out a small box.

She opened her mouth to answer when Nick and Warrick bounded into the break room chatting excitedly about their case.

"You will not believe what was at our crime scene…" they began excitedly before launching into a long speech about how the police had arrested a clown for doing something or other; she tuned them out after hearing the word clown. Sara shuddered. Ever since that one case with Catherine, clowns had just plain freaked her out. Turning back to the task at hand, she started heating up water and grabbed Grissom's favorite cup. Smashing up the tea leaves, she put the grounds into the cup and poured the now boiling water into it.

All three guys turned toward her, holding their noses, when a sudden, rancid smell filled the break room.

"What the hell…" they all started at once, staring at her like she was crazy.

Sara just rolled her eyes before attempting to explain, "Griss has a migraine, and this will make him feel better." She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Seeing their disbelieving expressions she sighed, saying, "Oh come on you guys, it doesn't smell that bad!"

They just stared at her.

She rolled her eyes again and picked up the cup, heading to leave, when Brass walked in.

"Jesus Sara!" he said, holding his nose, "I don't know what Grissom did to you this time but its no reason to kill him!"

She just growled in response before stalking out of the room, "Men!"

Sara entered Grissom's office, cup in hand, quietly shutting the door behind her. Maneuvering between the specimen filled shelves, she made her way over to the couch, placing the cup on the desk on her way, and sat down by his head. Tracing his face with her fingertips, she leaned down and gently touched her lips to his, making him smile slightly and slowly open his eyes.

"Hey." He said drowsily looking up at her.

"Hey yourself." She answered, small smile playing on her lips as she ran her hands through his graying curls.

"Mnnnff…" he moaned, leaning into her hand.

"Head feel any better." She asked sympathetically, continuing her ministrations.

"Mmmhmm." He answered falling back asleep.

"No you don't.You have to drink this first." Sara leaned down and kissed him again, before standing up and getting the coffee cup. Her movement causing him to groan and slowly sit up, rubbing his eyes. She smiled at the site and went back over to sit beside, and slightly behind him, handing him the cup and caressing the back of his neck with her hand.

"You are too good to me." Grissom told her sarcastically, scrunching up his face at the smell, then taking a sip. "Tastes just as bad as it smells." He looked over at her, seeing her smile slightly at his complaint.

"It may smell and taste bad but it will make you feel better, that I can promise."

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

"Promise."

He nodded, slowly finishing the cup off as she watched him, moving her hand up to run her hand through the curls on the back of his head, "I loooove you hair." She droned as he moved to lie back down, head on her lap, placing the empty cup on the floor.

He smiled, "I know."

She moved her hand to his face, leaning down once more to run her lips over his, saying, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

He opened one eye and leaned up to kiss her, "Nope; feel better already." He mumbled pushing his tongue into her welcoming mouth.

"Ahem." They stopped and looked toward the intruder, "Sorry to break up this heartwarming moment but there is a something I think you both should see."

The two groaned, getting up from the couch. Grissom pouted and whined, "I was comfortable." Brass rolled his eyes and Sara smiled at him, putting her hands into her back pockets.

"What have we got?" she asked, turning toward Brass.

"418b."

"Jim, we don't deal with runaways. That's Child services' job." Grissom answered, looking curiously at the man standing in front of them.

Brass turned to Sara, "I really think you guys should see this." He said, handing her the slip, with the address and info on it, and walking out of the room, yelling over his shoulder, "I'll meet you two there!"

Sara looked over at Grissom and shrugged saying, "There isn't much to do around here anyway. And who knows, it might be worthwhile."

Grissom nodded in response, walking over to his desk and grabbing his keys. He placed a large hand on the small of her back and led her out of his office, obviously in a better mood than he was before.

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