A/N. Hey guys, I hope you liked Chapter 1 and now, I hope you like chapter 2. Please R&R.

The car ride to the crime scene was fairly short but it felt like eternity for Grissom. Sara was not making any conversation and every time he opened his mouth to say something he couldn't say anything. Why was it that when he was with her he couldn't help but feel nervous? They've been working together for 5 years and he still couldn't help but feel like he had to impress her even if she is his subordinate. He knew why but every time he tried to think about it he would just deny it. Deny all his real feelings towards her and never do anything about them.

At the scene they both walked in to find Detective Jim Brass, a not so tall balding man with serious but innocent features standing over the victim looking a little sad.

"Jane Rider, 23, lived alone here for 3 years. She is a medical doctor at St. Anthony's Hospital. Neighbours heard screaming at 11:30 last night. They called the cops after someone ran out. Another man tried to chase him but he was gone. Before you ask no one saw his face."

"Except for her," Sara sighed noting the horrified look on their victim's face.

"Poor girl," Grissom said looking for a cause of death. Sara nodded looking around

"Hi, sorry I'm late. Let's have a look. Well, I don't see any exterior wounds so I might say asphyxiation but I'll have to take her to the morgue to be positive." Dr. Robbins said. He could do his job so well Sara thought. He didn't show any emotion. She, on the other hand, needed a little bit of work. She knew Grissom wanted to talk to her because she said she went to the park. Damn, she thought. I need to stop blabbing my mouth to everyone. After everyone but the two CSIs left Grissom took the opportunity to talk to her.

"You went to the park?" he said slowly. Not feeling up to pretending she didn't know what he was talking about she replied, "Yeah, I did."

"Do you want to tell me why?"

"Not really."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Sara I'm worried about you." He couldn't stand her short answers.

"Grissom, I'm fine. I promise." She added giving him an assuring, sweet smile that made him believe her. Grissom didn't continue. He didn't want to make her upset. Sara knew he was trying to help because he knew about the park. She just didn't want him to be worried about her or watch her every step. She just wanted to be angry and upset alone and not spread it around. They finished processing the scene in silence.

After a hard interrogation with the boyfriend of Jane Rider, Sara was told to go get some rest before looking at knew evidence by none other than Gil Grissom. She said she was fine but of course, he made her go. And he decided to get some shut- eye as well so he went home right after she was gone.

Sara tossed and turned for about an hour and a half after she got home. As soon she had gone home she went straight to her room, changed, and tried to sleep. All she could think of was that son of a bitch boyfriend who wouldn't tell them anything. She could just feel him assault her. As if she was Jane and she was feeling everything that Jane felt. She obviously couldn't sleep like that so she got dressed and left her apartment.

Gil Grissom lay in his bed wide-awake staring at the time, 3:20pm. He couldn't sleep knowing how much the case was affecting Sara. He lay still wondering what he would do if it was Sara lying dead on the floor instead if Jane. Would he show no emotion? Would he care? Stop it Grissom! She isn't dead. Don't think like that! He was beating himself up for thinking like that. Maybe he should call her and see if she's ok. Or maybe he should just go over and talk to her about the case and how she is. What if she hung up on him? What if she didn't open the door? Now he was angry with himself. He always doubted the things he did. He wished he could stick to something and do it. After thinking hard about what to do he decided to call her and hope for the best. He grabbed his phone from the night table and dialled her number, which he had memorised a long time ago. The phone rang but there was no answer. That was strange. He told her to go get rested but then he realised that it was Sara they were talking about, not someone who listened. Where could she have gone? He got dressed and got in the Tahoe faster than the speed of light. He didn't know why but he was going to talk to her today while he still had his previous thoughts about her fresh in his head.