I'm somewhat on a roll, so a new in a very short while.

Disclaimers: Always in chapter 1.

Chp. 8.

A few weeks after Sara's back at work again and everything is going more than great between us. Sara and Cath had their "girl talk", only a few days after we told the gang. Apparently they had every kink between them combed out, so now they're best friends. She tries to stay out of Ecklie's way, since she doesn't need him on her back again. Ecklie, on the other hand, only glowers in her direction, whenever he sees her n the lab. And I can't help feeling proud of her, while watching her through the glass wall that separates the Trace lab and the hallway. She's goofing around with Greg, and has the time of her life.

I have also been busy. Very busy indeed, since Cath, Jim and I have been trying to find Gareth. It's not an easy task, since we keep being directed from place to place. Apparently this Gareth Sidle is one of the best demolitions experts, so he's one of the most asked for in his field of work. I walk back to my office, after sending Sara an admiring look, to attack some boring paperwork. A few minutes I hear a knock on the doorframe, and look up to see Jim there, waving a piece of paper in the air.

"I got him!" He says lowering his voice as he comes into my office. Smiling all the way.

"You did?" I ask him surprised as he hands me the piece of paper. It's an email and it provides the whereabouts of one Gareth Sidle. It looks to me, that he is somewhere in Alaska, it doesn't say where, but the author of the email says, that the provided phone number is the direct line to where he is. That is if the one looking for Mr. Sidle, call right away since he can be gone tomorrow. I look back at Jim for an explanation.

"I found the demolition company, for whom he works for, and called them right away." He explains. "I was re-directed to his boss, who told me, that the context in the email, was the only info he would allow to be given away. But that he would have his secretary emailing me the exact details of how to find him." He says. "So there they are."

"Thanks Jim." I say in gratitude. "I can't say how much I appreciate your help with this."

"Don't mention it buddy." He tells me. "That girl is like a daughter to me, so you don't have to thank me." He starts to leave. "Just get on the phone and get a hold of this Gareth, before it's too late again." I nod. He's almost out of the door, when I'm reminded of something.

"Oh hey, Jim?" I call to him and he turns around. "Could you let Cath know, that you found out where to find him, so she doesn't keep trying?"

"Will do." He says with a smile. With a, "See you later Gil." He is off again.

'Better get a hold of Gareth, before he is gone again.' I think and grab the phone.

Three days after:

I'm standing at the airport, waiting for Gareth to arrive from Alaska. I had told him about a little about Sara, and about the two rather rough years, that she had been through. That info made him rather worried and when I told him about how she missed him, and was in desperately need of him he assured me, that he'd go get some time off, so he could come visit her. Before hanging up, he got my cell phone number, with the promise of calling me about when he would be there. That leads to me, standing here now, waiting for him. The only chance for a flight was on the red eye, given that he had to finish up and brief his team about why he had to leave mid job. I also had to leave during shift to be here, but anything for Sara. Of course she asked why I had to leave during shift. I had to give a little white lie, before sending her out in the field, way out of town with Greg in tow. When the passengers from Gareths plane, starts to file out I don't have to seek long, since he looks so much like his sister. I make my way over to him.

"Excuse me, but are you Gareth Sidle?" I ask him just to be sure.

"Yes I'm he." He says. "You must be Sara's friend Mr. Grissom?"

"Yes I am." I tell him as we shake hands. I've only informed him, that Sara and I are friends, since I'll let Sara tell her brother about us being together, and that I wanted to surprise her. "Please call me Grissom."

"Grissom it is." He says. "Then you might as well call me Gareth." I nod.

I look him over. As I said, he looks so much like Sara. They share the same high cheekbones, the eye shape and color too, as well as the shape of the mouth. He is my height and his body shows signs of hard and heavy work.

"I'm so glad you called me about Sara." He informs me as we heads for his luggage. "I also miss her, terribly, but with me running around all the time, I never has a chance to come see her. And it was almost impossible for me to get the time off, but I was persistent, saying that I had a sister who needs me at this moment. I told my boss, that I would stay as long as Sara would have me here." He tells me and looks at me. "You wouldn't happen to know about our childhood, would you?"

"I know." I answer him. "She had a rough case, that led to a breakdown, so she told me."

"That's good." He says. "I know she wants to keep it a secret, but I'm glad she confided in you." We had now claimed his luggage and were heading for my CSI issued car. "So where are we heading now?"

"I figured the lab. We can surprise Sara there." I say as we begin to load Gareths stuff into the cars backseat.

After entering the car, I start the ignition and pulls out of the parking lot. I navigate the early morning traffic of Las Vegas, all while I tell Gareth about what I do. I tell him that I'm one of the only 15 entomologists in the country, and what it is exactly that I do, whenever I need to figure out when, and where, a bug infested corps comes from or it's time of death.

"So you can actually tell, when a person is dead? Also where the person is dead, if he or she has been moved?" Gareth asks me. I nod as a yes. "And all that just from looking at some bug?"

"Yes to all of that." I answer him. "It's a very complicated field, and not many people understand what I do, but I don't blame them either."

"So does Sara understand anything of this?" He asks me.

"To some extent." I say. "As I said it's complicated, but as smart as she is, she just don't have the tools to understand it."

"Sara is smart." Gareth says with a huge amount of pride in his voice. "I don't know what she would have done, if she hadn't got that scholar ship, so she could leave for Harvard. It wasn't exactly a joy, for her, being bounced from foster home to foster home, because every time she missed some time in school. And I know that school, and school work was her sanctuary, and something she knew she was one of the best in."

We drive in silence for a while.

"So, your Sara's friend?" Gareth asks me.

"I'm one of her best friends but I'm also her Boss." I tell him just as we enter the parking lot in front of the lab, and I park the car in my parking spot. "Here we are." I say as I turn off the ignition and I spy for Sara's car, making sure she's not in yet, before getting out. "Good, she's not back yet. I didn't expect so, since I send her out of town tonight. Just leave your stuff out here." I say to Gareth and we head inside.

We are met with the usual buzz of activities, which comes with a busy shift. I get Gareth a visitor badge and then lead the way to my office; I motion for Gareth, who's looking nosily around my office, to take a seat. Just as I'm about to open my mouth, my cell phone starts up.

"Grissom." I say as my usual way of answering my phone. I can literally feel my insides light up, as I hear Sara's voice pouring into my ear. "Hey Sara." I see Gareth perk up by the name. She tells me that she and Greg is on their way back, and there were nothing peculiar to the case, so David would just bring the body in for autopsy. Just to be absolutely sure, that there's no foul play. I tell her okay, and tell her to stop by my office, once they're back. Once she agrees we hang up. "That was Sara." I inform Gareth.

"I heard." He says. "So she's on her way back, I understand?"

"Yes, she and our somewhat newest CSI, Greg, are on their way back." I inform him. "Said that they was only 30 minutes out." I said then smiled a bit sheepishly. "She's going to kill me."

"Why?" I see Gareth frown.

"This case led almost nowhere, or the body found held no secrets at all and she hates these type of cases." I explain. "She hates that a case like the one she has left, takes her time away from doing more constructive lab work here. But I had to get her out of her tonight, so you could be sneaked in." I say and then says horrified, also playful, "The scary is that she knows how to hide my body, and knows how to cover her traces, so she won't be found out."

"That sounds exactly like my little sister." Gareth laughs. "She's always been like that, even as a small child."

We use the time for small talk, and Gareth says hello to my tarantula. He's snooping around, admires all of my butterflies, when I hear Sara's voice floating down the hall. She's calling for Greg to deliver the small amount of evidence, to all the right lab techs. And I hear Greg shout back, that he'll do just that.

"She's here." I tell Gareth who's standing in the back of the office, where he's been studying my jar of pickled piglet with wonder painted all over his face. He's standing so you can't see him from outside the office. "Stay there." I order him and he nods okay. I pretend to do paperwork, keeping my eyes glued to the desk.

"Knock, knock." I hear and look up to see Sara at the door. She looks a bit pissed, but thankfully now where near to blow. I motion for her to come all inside, and she moves to stand in front of my desk. I just look at her and smile all the while.

"What?" She asks me, and then Gareth speaks up.

"Well, if it isn't little Sara with out the 'h'?" He says by way of greeting. Making me wonder what that means. "Hi princess."

By these words I see Sara stiffen. I start to think that Gareth used to say that to her, all the time, by the way she is reacting. She only stars at me mouthing, "no you didn't?" then turns slowly around to face the voice. When she and Gareth makes eye contact, she just stands still for a moment, apparently only to grasp, that she's looking at her brother, for the very first time in over five years. Then a high-pitched squeal, rip's through the office and pounces on her brother.

"But you got the 'h' instead." She says and jumps into the awaiting arms of her brother. "My knight in shining armor."

Notes:

Sarameans "princess" or "lady" in Hebrew. So therefore the "princess" comment.

Gareth was in laterArthurian legends a knight of the Round Table, and the brother of Sir Gawain. So therefore the "knight in shining armor" comment.

I'll explain the (without/with the 'h') commentsin next chaper.

So what do you think?