Thanks for reviewing guys – you've been fantastic. This chapter is slightly longer then the others, mainly because people have wanted the second of the two scenes to be sooner rather then later, but the other scene really should come before it:D (A bit of fluff :D)


Chapter 11

Their first kiss was nothing like how Sara had imagined. She wondered for a moment how he learnt how to kiss like that. She thought it would probably be better if she didn't know. 'Wow' she thought as they finally parted for air. She was still seeing stars when his voice brought her back down to earth.

"Feel better?" He asked with a smug grin plastered on his face. She was speechless, so just nodded a response. She too had a smile on her face, one that very quickly escalated into a full blown 'Sara-smile.' She seemed to be giving him quite a few since they found Leah, and he was momentarily both pleased that she was happy, and proud that he was the reason for them. "Weren't you going to go and sit in with Leah?" He asked chuckling.

She blushed, "Yeah, I was, but then someone distracted me." It was his turn to blush, "Anyway, she's asleep at the moment, do you think she would notice if I was gone for longer then just creeping outside and back in again?" She asked mischievously.

Grissom's cheeks became even redder, if that was possible. He grabbed Sara by the wrists and repeated the move that she had asked him do 18months previously. "You once asked me to 'pin you down.'" She nodded, while trying to hold in the giggle. "But you see the problem, was that you never let me finish what I wanted to do. You did your usual and pretend it never happened. Do you want to know what I wanted to do?" She barely nodded her head before Grissom leant forward, catching her lips with his. He could feel her smiling into the kiss.

Neither of them had noticed that when Sara was pushed back, she hit the wall and created a banging noise. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but it woke the 13 year old sleeping in the room behind it. Leah had quietly opened the door to see what the problem was, but was met by her parents kissing each other like teenagers. She froze. As much as she wanted them to be together so they could be a family, there were some things that you seriously didn't want to see. 'At least they weren't in the bedroom' she thought shuddering. She coughed to get their attention. When it didn't she tried again louder. Both adults froze before slowly releasing each other and turning towards her clearly embarrassed and avoiding eye contact. It was like getting caught by your parents at home when you're a teenager, only this time it was the other way around.

"Can you please be a little bit quieter next time?" Leah asked, "Some of us are trying to sleep." She walked back into the room and closed the door. Sara mouthed a 'sorry' and what Grissom could guess as a 'be back later.'

As he walked back into the living room, he couldn't believe how much had changed in 24 hours. He had first found out that Sara's brother and sister-in-law had been murdered. Originally their daughter was missing as well, but it had turned out that she had run away from the room because of what had happened. It appears that Hank's responsible, although they're not sure as he hasn't been questioned yet. He soon found out that Leah was in fact his own daughter, and Sara was her mother. At first he was hurt, but it wasn't long before he got over the pain and concentrated on looking after Leah. Finally, he and Sara had kissed. That was one of the things he really couldn't believe. He never thought it would happen, but since it has, things have been getting a lot better. Ok so it was only 5 minutes ago, but already things seem to be calmer between the two and maybe it will be easier to work together once they get back.

"Hey" Sara called. He hadn't realized how long he had been sitting there, but it must have been a while.

"Hey," he repeated. "How's she doing?" she sat down next to him and snuggled up against his chest.

"Better, she's fallen asleep again, hopefully we won't wake her up again so she'll get her much needed sleep." She could see him blushing again. "It's ok, don't worry, it was quite fun actually, sneaking around, so we got caught, isn't that part of the fun?" she asked mischievously. He let out a small laugh.

He looked up at the clock hanging up on the wall. "Well, I suppose we had better get some sleep as well." It was still daylight, but since they worked the night shift, they were used to sleeping at funny times. Sara nodded. "Are you going to stay here? Or are you going to go back to your apartment?" he asked.

She looked up at him and smiled. He could tell what her answer was. Slowly he released her from the comfortable position they were in, to Sara's disappointment, and stood up before pulling her up with him. He held her hand while directing her towards his bedroom. "We are only going to 'sleep' now," he saw the grin on her face, "There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow I'm sure." He whispered in her ear and she blushed.


Meanwhile, at police headquarters, Hank Pettigrew had just been escorted into an interrogation room along with two armed officers, his lawyer, Brass and Greg. "Morning Hank, I hope we didn't disturb you when we went to get you." Brass began in his usual style.

He was given a grunt in response.

"Now that the introductions are over and down with would you like to tell me why you were in Mr. and Mrs. Sidle's hotel room last night?"

"I wasn't there, I was at home with my fiancé Elaine." He replied. "As a matter of fact, since I didn't have to work last night or today, I cooked dinner and we had an early night. We slept all night." He gave a grin that Brass didn't like.

"I take it that Elaine will confirm your alibi." Hank nodded. "Ok then, how would you explain the blood on the knife that killed them then?" Brass's voice was beginning to get louder.

Hank's lawyer decided to but in, "My client doesn't know how the blood got there as he was asleep with his fiancé the whole night." 'I hate lawyers' Brass agreed on for what seemed like the millionth time.

"It's ok Jane," Hank began, "I was using a knife to prepare dinner when I cut my finger, and some of the blood must have stayed on the knife while I was trying to clean it. When I returned from the bathroom after getting a plaster, I noticed the knife was missing. Perhaps someone broke in and stole it?" He had a smug look on his face. The one that people have when they seem to have an answer for everything. Brass hated that look just as much as he hated lawyers.

He laughed, and Hank wondered why the detective was. "Good story, so you're saying that you cleaned the knife, and that it was stolen."

"That is correct." His lawyer said while both she and Hank started to stand. "And I think we're done her for now. As you haven't arrested my client yet-"

"SIT DOWN!" Brass bellowed, making not only them jump, but Greg and the other officers in the room as well. After regaining composure, they complied. "Thank you, no where were we? Oh yes, the blood from the knife. You see, there was too much blood for you to have cleaned the knife, which already contradicts your story, and, Greg?"

"And we found your blood on top of the blood belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Sidle. Do you know what that means?" Greg stared at the suspect, and when he didn't move, the CSI continued, "It means that you cut yourself after you stabbed and killed two people." He was pleased that Brass had allowed him to conduct some of the interview, especially a careful and special case like this. He was also enjoying watching Hank, who was normally cool and sophisticated, squirm in his seat, feeling defeated. Perhaps this was pay-back for what he did to Sara?

Silence crowded the room, before Jane, the lawyer, and Hank stood and left the room to be escorted to a cell. "There is just one thing Hank," Greg called out before the man had left the room, "Why did you do it?"

"Why?" He nodded. "I'll tell you why. Because that bitch ruined my life! Elaine found out about her a couple of days after the accident and left me. Last night we did get together and I cooked, but we ended up having a screaming match."

"That still doesn't explain why Sara's brother and sister-in-law." Greg reasoned. He thought that Brass would try and stop him, but surprisingly he didn't. He assumed that he was intrigued to the answer as well. After all, he cared about Sara as much as the next person, well except maybe Grissom.

"It wasn't meant to be them," his voice had softened slightly, "I wanted to get the kid, but I couldn't find her. Instead the man tried to through me out so I stabbed him and shoved him on the bed. I was surprised that his wife didn't wake up, but incase she did, I stabbed her as well. I heard some shuffling in the room, but I thought I must have been someone upstairs." He laughed.

"But why kill Leah, what did she do?" Greg asked. Silently pleading for the answer. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not.

"Leah? Is that her name? Leah Grissom. Or was it Sidle? I suppose it could be either." He looked over at the two people still sitting at the table and laughed at their reactions. He knew this was how they were going to react, so he felt that he might as well tell them. I would probably ruin her career anyway, once higher people knew the truth. Thus, hurting her even more. Just the reaction he wanted.

Inside both Brass and Greg's heads were thoughts at about 50MPH. neither of them had noticed Hank finally leave in the direction of the cells. They were both confused. "Did he just say what I think he just said?" Greg asked the older detective.

"I think so. I'm guessing that this means, Leah is Sara and Gil's kid. Phew, never would have seen that one coming. We all believed that she was Sara's niece. Gil, didn't say anything otherwise-"

He was cut off by Greg, "Maybe Grissom didn't know."

A look of thought passed over Brass before he nodded and opened his cell phone to dial Grissom's number for information. After no response, and looking at the time, he thought he would ask his friend when he came to work tonight, if he did. And he would, himself, go home to bed, and maybe have a party with his friends in the bottles to try and clear his head.

Greg also decided to go home. 'Sometimes cases are too much for people. I don't know how some people cope.' He thought before standing and leaving the station.


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Wow I managed to write a chapter without a cliffhanger in it! I could finish here, since the case has finished, but I doubt it will (Too many fluff scenes I can see happening in the future :D). I have no idea how many chapters there will be in the end lol. But someone tell me when they think a good ending will be 