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A/N: Thanks to Cybro for the great beta job.

Chapter Four: The Unlikely Hood

Sara knocked on the door like she had done many times before. When it was opened, she started to cry. She stepped inside and welcomed her by putting his arms around her. "Oh Vinny, what am I going to do?" She held him close to her. "Why did they do this? I just don't understand." She pulled way from him and looked into his eyes. "Am I really that hard to love?" Her exhaustion finally caught up to her making her legs give out from under her, collapsing her to the floor.

"Sara, you need some rest. We can talk later." He said in a gentle, caring voice. She nodded in agreement and he led her to the spare bedroom. It was a cozy room with nothing except for a bed, small dresser, and a hope chest at the foot of the bed. "I made it up so that you can put whatever you want in here. I took the junk out and cleaned it for you." She nodded thanks and hugged him again, silently crying into his shoulder. After he left her, she lay down for bed thinking only about one thing; Grissom.

Kevin walked in the bedroom to check on Sara. He sat down on the side of bed and brushed the hair from her face. He hated what her co-workers had done to her. If he could he would go there and give them a piece of his mind. He couldn't understand why anyone would hurt his sister that way. He could hear her mumble the name Grissom in her sleep. How he hated that man. He knew if he ever saw him Sara would have to hold him back.

Grissom arrived in San Francisco at about 9:48 in the morning. She had to be here somewhere, and he felt it. He asked around at a couple diners and coffee shops if they had seen a tall brunette by the name of Sara Sidle anywhere around in the last couple of days. All of them said no. 'This is hopeless,' he thought to himself. 'San Francisco is a large area to look.' Grissom made his way to the cafe next door.

Outside the door he saw maps of San Francisco and the surrounding area. "You know, if you want a good site to see, you should go to Cole Valley. It is full of charm; I should know, I have lived there all my life. Everyone is so friendly; you should go. I think you would like it." A woman in her fifties picked up a map and handed it him. "Trust me, you'll find what you are looking for there."

He took the map with a warm smile, "Thanks, but I doubt I will really find what I am looking for. It is almost an impossible task." He nodded another thanks and then went on his way. 'Maybe the people in Cole Valley have seen Sara' he thought. It wouldn't hurt for him to try. After all he had been walking around down town for nearly two hours, so he hopped in his rental car and headed to Cole Valley.

Grissom pulled up outside a diner forty-five minutes later. He didn't want to stop, but if he passed out from exhaustion he would be no help to Sara. He entered the diner and took a seat towards the back. After he had finished his meal he went to counter to pay. "Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for a friend. She left suddenly and I need to see if she is okay. I've been told she had family in the area, last name is Sidle." He looked around and could see everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at him.

The woman looked at Grissom and hesitated before speaking, "Yeah, there is a Kevin Sidle about two blocks from here. I dunno if I should give you the address though, you might be a stalker." The people in the bar chuckled.

Grissom pulled out a picture of him and Sara. "Have you seen this girl?" He pointed.

The lady saw the resemblance in Sara and Kevin and gave Grissom the address. "Be careful though, he's a cop," she said as he exited.

Grissom drove over to the house and debated if he should go see if she is there. He shook his head, after he had come this far. He made his way to the door and rang the doorbell. He was about to take off running, when the door opened. "Sara, I'm glad you are okay." He made a step to hug her but stopped when she backed away. The tear lines on her cheek nearly made him start to cry. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms, and kiss her tears away.

"Go, please. I don't want to talk to you. I told you not to come find me." She tried to shut the door on him, but he pushed it back open a little. "Sara, please, just--" But that was all that Grissom managed before Sara forced the door shut on him. He stood with feet firmly planted on the ground. He wasn't going to leave. He refused to until he could get a chance to talk to Sara.

As he rang the doorbell, Sara and Kevin could hear him asking them to please to open the door and talk. "Why won't he go away?" Kevin asked Sara, exasperated.

In a way she was glad he'd come to find her; yet in another she just need space and time to think. One thing was for sure; there was no way she would go back to Vegas. "I'll talk to him if that's what it takes for him to leave." Her voice was trembling as she spoke. She went to open the door and stopped. "I…I can't do this right now." She turned to look at her brother who was obviously angry. "I'm sorry Vinny" She walked back the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Kevin was furious, he couldn't believe that after Sara had told him not to come and find her, he came anyways. He opened the door and was face to face with Gil Grissom. "Look, I just want to--" But before he could say more, Kevin punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"I want you to leave my sister alone, you hear me! She didn't want you to come here in the first place! Why are you so stubborn? All that you had to do was STAY in Vegas!" Grissom held his nose. Kevin was a cop, but he hadn't hit him too hard.

Grissom looked up at Kevin. "All I want to do is talk to her," Grissom started, "It is all I have ever wanted to do through all of this." He had half a mind to take off running into the house. He needed to talk to Sara, to explain things to her, make her understand he was just as angry as she was. Above all, he wanted to know what it felt like to hold her in his arms.

Kevin looked at him square in the eye. "Don't you think she has been through a lot in her life? I don't think you can begin to understand what she has gone through. You know what else? She was strong; then she moves to Vegas and all she seems to do is cry." He shook his head in disgust. "Just get out of here, and tell the others to stay away. I would hate for one of them to get arrested for disturbing the peace." He laughed as he shut the door.

Kevin went back to the bedroom where Sara was and asked if she was alright. "Sara, will you be okay while I go to work? I don't think that you will be seeing that Grissom guy for a while. Make sure you don't answer the door though okay?" Sara, with tears still streaming down her face, nodded and curled up on the bed. She wanted Grissom to go away, but she didn't want Kevin to be so harsh on him. Kevin silently left the room and left Sara alone.

Nick and Warrick had followed Grissom to San Francisco; but had no luck in finding him or Sara for that matter. Brass told them that there is DMV records for a Sidle in Cole Valley, so that's where they headed. They stopped at the same diner Grissom had hours before. When they walked in they caught site of three police officers in one of the booths. They walked over to them and Nick pulled out a photo of Sara. "I'm sorry to bother you, but we are looking for our friend. Her name is Sara Sidle and we thought she might have family here."

The officers were quiet for a minute. They were told by Kevin that Sara had come to San Francisco to stay with him because her co-workers had upset her back in Las Vegas. "Umm..." one of the officers said before they heard something from a few yards away.

"Nick! Warrick!" It was Sara, and she was angry. Her face was red and she couldn't say anything else except for, "I told you that I didn't want you to go looking for me!" She stormed out of the diner. Everyone in the small diner stared at Nick and Warrick as if they weren't from earth. Kevin gave the two a death glare before following Sara out of the diner. Nick and Warrick didn't know what else to do, obviously Sara didn't want them there, so they left as well; left to go back to Vegas.

Grissom watched as Sara walked down the sidewalk alone. He couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. He knew this would be the last time he would be able to talk to her; because he knew if her brother was to find out then he would be in some serious trouble. Seeing his chance, he got out of the car and ran up to her. "Sara, honey, please listen to me. I need to talk to you." He placed his hands in hers and waited for her to say something.

Sara couldn't think of words, and she knew that there was no escaping him any longer, so she put her arms around his neck and hugged him. Grissom's arms were hugging her to him. It felt so right. Sara's body was as if it was made for him and him alone. Sara buried her face into his neck and silently cried. He lost all thought at the moment and cared only about Sara.

"Let's go inside to talk okay?" Sara took Grissom's hand, leading him into the house. "Gris, before you say anything, I'm not going back. I can't." She placed her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. "I cannot be near them. Maybe in time, I will go to visit, but that is a strong maybe. So if that is why you came here then you can go now. Nothing you, Nick, or Warrick can say or do will change my mind." She walked away from him and took a seat on the couch. Placing her head in her hands she waited for him to say or do something.

"Sara, I--I need to tell you something important," he started. She just looked at him, expecting him to say it. "Umm..." Grissom was starting to sweat. 'I need to tell her how I feel.' She put out his hand and when she took it, pulled her up to stand directly in front of him. "Sara, I love you. Not just a friendly love, but also a stronger one. From my heart." Her eyes started to tear up. "Sara, I have always loved you. It always felt right, but I never acted on it because I didn't think that you felt the same way about me. That was until I read the email." They just stared at each other, their faces dangerously close. Grissom could feel Sara's hot breath on his mouth.