Title: Face Off Rating: R (not sure what I'm going to throw in, so this might change. Sexual Situations, Possible Crime Scene Depiction, and Crude Language) Author: Lostondarox

Disclaimer: Trust me when I say that I own not a single piece of CSI. All characters belong to the writers, producers, and CBS Broadcasting Inc, so this was only written out of love for the series. And of course to spread the Grissom/Sara bug.

Author's Note: Those of you that have placed this story on your 'story alert,' I'm really sorry for posting all of the chapters over again. After 'Take A Guess' reviewed my story, I began seeing all of the grammatical mistakes. Yeah, it took a close friend for me to see my mistakes. Love u, babe! Anyways, I'm just reposting the same story.

Summary: Done in response to a class assignment, no joke. Sara is pissed when Grissom yells at her for asking a single question, and creates a plan to get him back on her side. Catherine and the others join in for the ride when the plan backfires, but could Catherine be playing coach on both sides? True blue GSR from beginning to end. Please R&R.

Chapter One: The Doctor Is In

"And so now I'm laying on your couch," concluded a very aggravated Sara Sidle. She sank back into the couch, and sighed. "It's just so draining being around him."

Her pin-straight chestnut brown locks splayed on the head cushion as she found yet another comfortable position on Doctor Jameson's leather couch. She settled back and tried to calm down for the first time in her hour-long session. Sara found comfort in having known Doctor Jameson for most of her life, but just couldn't straighten up while telling a Gil Grissom story.

"You have no idea what it's like being around someone like that."

The psychiatrist, having been the secret relationship counselor of Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom for almost four years, decided to humor Sara. It was all she could do to suppress the desire to scream that this was not why she was here. Her peers would never consider that professional but then again, none of them had ever had to listen to the lengthy tales of the Las Vegas Crime Lab's favorite couple. Still Doctor Jameson continued to jot down every one of Sara's problems. All of which seemed to be the fault of one man. Gil Grissom.

"That is quite a predicament you've landed yourself in, Sara," stated the tired psychiatrist.

Sara's anger rushed back at that statement. She remembered how Grissom, her supervisor, her friend, had yelled at her for simply asking whether he looked at her liked all of the other males in the Crime Lab.

"It seems to me that all of your problems are in the relationship you hold with this man…"

"Relationship! What relationship?" Now sitting upright on the couch, Sara exploded at the wording of the psychiatrist and even took herself by surprise.

"Haven't you been listening? Grissom's too scared to have a relationship with anyone but his bugs and his job." Sara's voice dropped to a mere whisper as she continued. "No matter how much he wants it."

"How can you be so sure that he wants…" The doctor barely had the question beyond her lips when Sara jumped in.

"I know he does. The whole graveyard shift knows he does. And I'm damned sure he knows he does," cried Sara Sidle. She hadn't meant for the words to come out so emotionally but she couldn't forget Grissom's secret speech during the Lurie case.

We wake up one day and realize that for fifty years we haven't really lived at all.

But then, all of a sudden, we get a second chance.

Somebody young and beautiful shows up. Somebody ... we could care about.

She offers us a new life with her.

But we have a big decision to make, right? Because we have to risk everything we've worked for in order to have her.

He came out and confessed that he was afraid to make a move and lose not his heart, but all he had worked for. It drove her insane knowing that he could reveal his feelings to a murderer, but not to her.

"He just needs to be pushed a little," said Sara, and with that she got up to exit the small office, smiling sheepishly at what she was about to do. The sudden movement startled Doctor Jameson.

To hell with waiting and flirting. Her mind raced with the possibilities, but couldn't decide if she was seeking revenge or his heart. None of the logic seemed to matter to her anymore. To hell with the rule book!

"Where are you going? We still have twenty minutes left in your session!" The doctor rose to look Sara in the eye, but couldn't cover the fright in her sky-blue eyes at the wide grin that now possessed Sara's angry cowl.

She moved towards her as Sara's angry cowl was replaced with a wide grin.

"What are you plotting?"

"Oh right, thanks for listening, Steph. You've been a big help, but can we continue this next session?"

The calm tone of Sara's voice sent a shiver down the doctor's back.

"What are you planning," she questioned sternly. She knew that putting her foot down would get the answers she sought.

Sara turned slowly as she reached the handle of the wooden door. A sly smile crossed her face.

"I'm going to push Doctor Grissom, of course." Sara dropped the statement as if the psychiatrist had known the entire time, and exited, leaving Doctor Jameson in a state of shock.

To Be Continued in… This Week's Heated Debate

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