Disclaimer: CSI not mine.

My new favorite reviewer is Sidle Chick. I dedicate this chapter to you.But don't worry I love yall all. Unless you said something bad. Then you suck. Just kidding. And for those of you who want me to kill and or make Ecklie or Sofia the bad guys; not going to happen. They may be jerks, but Ecklie cares too much about her job and can we really blame Sofia for wanting a piece of Grissom?

Grissom sat calmly at the interrogation table, rehearsing in his mind the questions he would ask. Across from him sat Officer Davis, who now held a look of guilt.

Brass spoke up from his place leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Let's try this again, Davis. What were you doing home when you were supposed to be patrolling the strip?"

"I told you. I wanted to confront her."

"Then can you explain why we found your DNA on the fabric around her wrists?" Grissom's face was an impassive wall of stone.

For a moment Davis was silent, but from the look in his eyes anyone could tell he was holding something back, wondering if he should let it out. Finally he let out a noisy breath. "Fine. This was going to be my first night off in a couple of months so I wanted to make it special, hence the roses and candles. But when I got the call that I had to fill in for another officer I wanted to make sure Melissa wasn't going anywhere. So, I tied her to the bed. I swear to you though, I didn't kill her. When I came back to untie her I found her dead."

"Who do you think the jury is going to believe, Davis? You're the only one we can place at the scene. You have the motive and opportunity. Now, I don't want to put away one of my best guys on the force, but unless you can give us to prove your innocence I'm all ears." Brass was so close now; Davis could see the shadows under his eyes.

Davis hung his head in defeat. "I can't. All I have is my honest to God promise that I didn't kill her."

As Brass motioned to a uniform to make an arrest, Greg, who had been watching from behind the glass, turned to Sara. "You know Grissom is going to be pissed you're here. How'd you get past Garcia?"

A small grin tilted her lips. "I have my ways. And you just let me deal with Grissom."

A half hour later Sara was sitting across from a very exasperated Grissom who had no idea what to do with her. He had been shocked when he first saw her, then anger, then admiration, before settling on frustration.

"Look, before you say anything, I don't think Officer Davis was the one who kidnapped me."

Grissom arched a brow. "How do you know?"

"I just do. I tried to sleep but these images just came to me out of nowhere." Sara reached into her jacket pocket. "I, uh, wrote them down." She pushed a piece of folded paper across the desk. "I don't know if it will help any but its worth a shot."

Grissom briefly spared a glance down at the notebook page. "Are you going back to your apartment now?"

Leaning back she shrugged. "Well, I'm here, I don't have anything to do. I've cleaned my place about three times now. And its been almost two days since I got out of the hospital."

He narrowed his eyes. "And…?"

Sara took a deep breath. "Let me come back to work. Please. It's obvious my attacker isn't going to try anything else and I promise to work in pairs at all times." She didn't add that she was starting to feel lonely, scared, because every shadow felt like that dark figure from her dreams.

Grissom rubbed his temples. "It's not entirely up to me. Ecklie will want to know your physically ok and not a legal hassle."

She perked up just the slightest bit. "I talked to my doctor. He said as long as I'm taking my meds I should be fine to work. I can even have him fax a signed notice, if need be."

He rolled it over in his head. Maybe exposing her to her normal routine will help her memory return. She only lost a couple of days. Gradually Grissom was being reeled into letting her return until finally he found himself agreeing.

He exhaled noisly. "Fine. Go help Greg. He's around here somewhere. I'll deal with Ecklie."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." And without thinking she bounded to his side of the desk and pressed her lips against his. The moment froze in time until they slowly pulled apart, their stunned expression mirrored in eash others eyes.

Sara stumbled backwards, mumbling something about going to find Greg. For a moment Grissom wasn't even sure it had happened. And as always with Sara he had no idea what to do.

A million questions raced through his mind. Did she mean to do that? Was it planned? It couldn't have been. She was as shocked as he. Did they act like it never happened? Would it happen again? Do I want it to happen again? He was only certain about one thing at this point.

He would never forget the feel of her lips.

Sara caught up to Greg in the ballistics lab where he was now filling her in on a local robbery where one of the thieves had dropped their gun after being shot in the hand. Blood had sent back no results and no one with similar injuries had checked into a hospital. But the bullets matched those that had been used in a robbery earlier that week.

She nodded her head, but none of the information seeped in. Many of the questions Grissom was asking himself were the same ones Sara had. It was just a kiss, not a marriage proposal and you started it.

"Sara? Are you ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Just thinking."

"You sure? That's a pretty nasty bump on your head."

Sara laughed through her noise. "Thanks for noticing."

Greg smiled. "Anytime."

After a while Grissom came out of his musings long enough to read the list Sara had made. It took a moment for him to get used to her chicken-scratch again.

A large adobe house.

A scar on a muscular chest.

An eagle on top of the world.

A room made of stone.

He had to admit not a lot of it made sense, but perhaps it was a sign that the time she had lost would come back. He could only hope it would happen sooner rather than later. That way things would go back to normal and he could get rid of the urge to keep an eye on Sara's every movement.

To the first person to geuss what one of the clues means a giant life size poster of a cast member of your choice. Not really, but I do wonder where yall think I'm going with this.