AN Because I'm apparently into slow torture I came up with this little idea in the airport waiting for a connecting flight. I was gonna wait to post it but got some time here so I'm posting it now...you're either gonig to hate me or love me or both...I'm almost starting to feel sorry for Sara...almost. :)

It's gonna hit the fan sooner or later I promise you that, I already have an idea how I want to do it...I just have to write it out... :)

Sara was miserable and she hated why. She figured she had reached her limit early that night when she and Greg were on their way to meet Sophia at a scene. Little did she know she could handle a hell of a lot more, mainly because she had to.

"Can I ask you a huge favor Sara?"

"Only if I can say no."

"Okay, but I'm hoping you'll do this for me."

Who was she kidding; she'd do anything for the guy. "What is it?"

"Can we stop off at Payton's apartment? It's kinda on the way to the scene anyway."

"We're on the clock, Greg."

"I know, I know, I just, we had a fight today and I want to make sure she's okay."

'No damnit, break up with her and fight with me so that we can make up later.' That's what she wanted to say, instead she said, "Where does she live?"

He reached over and squeezed her hand, "I owe you."

Breathe Sara, you can do this. "Don't think I won't collect."

She opted to wait in the truck while he ran out. Unfortunately she could see their silhouettes in Payton's front window. She tried not look but staring at her lap put a huge crick in her neck. Fifteen minutes later he returned to the truck and from what she had seen, they had made up just fine.

"That's better." He was all smiles.

She pushed down the bile that was hitting the back of her throat and smiled back at him, "Good, can we go to work now?"

"By all means."

The crime scene was a hotel room. Sophia was already processing the main bedroom so Sara and Greg went into the bathroom.

"There's a lot of blood spatter out there, how much you want to bet the killer washed his hands first." Sara said as she started checking the sink drain for blood.

"Not much because I think you might be right."

"No blood in the sink."

"Hmm, maybe he had a shower." Greg stepped into the tub and squatted down to swab the tub drain.

"That takes a lot of guts, why not just rinse and get the heck outta dodge?"

"I don't know but look," Greg showed her the pink swab, "Positive for blood."

"Okay so someone kills then comes in here to get cleaned up." Sara agrees, "What do they do with bloody towels or clothes? People would be suspicious if someone trotted out of here with a bundle of blood soaked clothes and with the mess out there the kill must have been drenched."

Greg eyed the window right beside the tub, "I wonder." He said while digging into his kit for his printing powder. "Doesn't this window face west?"

Sara nodded again following his train of thought, "West side of the building is an alley, there's got to be a garbage bin nearby."

"Right," He smiled at the ledge, "Hey can you hand me tape to life this print?"

Pulling one out she passed it to him, "You gonna open that window now?"

He looked over and smiled at her, "Just let me fill this out." He wrote the appropriate information on the card handed it to her then lifted the window open. He stuck his head out the window and whistled, "You know I may be wrong but that looks like a bloody towel to me."

"Let me see." Sara stepped up to the window to look. She smiled, "Damn, you're getting good at this Sanders."

He looked over at her right when she looked at him, "I've had good teachers." He cleared his throat, "You know a year ago this would have made me nervous."

Noting the closeness in their proximity Sara inhaled slowly then backed away, "What would make you nervous?"

He grinned and reached for his kit, "Being in such close proximity to Sara Sidle woulda sent my hormones into overdrive." He leaned into her, "Good thing I finally took the hint huh?"

She gulped, "Uh, yeah."

He winked, "I'll go check the garbage, and you finish the bathroom."

Then all of a sudden he was gone. Sara had to lean back against the sink to brace herself. "What the hell is going on with me?" She mumbled.

"I don't know, but if I were you I'd tell him already, or it's going to eat you alive." Sophia had come to the bathroom to check on their progress and had overheard the comment.

"How did you…damn I should have denied something there." Sara ran a hand over her face; she knew it was getting bad when she couldn't even come up with a defensive response.

"It wouldn't have mattered anyway, it's kind of obvious."

"Obvious?" Sara groaned, "To whom is it obvious?"

"Relax; it's just obvious to me as far as I know. Grissom wouldn't know if you slammed him over the head with it and Greg wouldn't even dare to dream it."

"Good, let's keep it that way." Sara went over to her kit to continue working, "No one ever needs to know. It'll eventually go away."

"Or eat you alive," Sophia walked back into the main room, "whichever comes first."