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Grissom's POV

Sara and I arrived at the crime scene after the long stretch of silence in the car. Brass met us there to let us in and I called Catherine to apologize and to ask her to work on the fingerprints Sara and Greg had lifted the other day. Warrick and Nick were going to play through the surveliance video again with Archie and Greg, well...Greg was going to make coffee.

I walked through the scene for the first time, feeling as if I was back in LA County. I felt as if I would suddenly stumble upon Kate and Allison's bodies any second. Brass had informed me that the robbers had gotten away with over 100 million in cash, along with plenty of jewerly and other items from safe deposite boxes. 21 years ago the same robbers took only around 50 million, but that was worth more back then.

I still couldn't understand why people would kill each other money. I lost my whole world because of 50 million dollars. I would trade everything I owned and then some just to have one more day with Allison and Kate. I wish that I had stopped them from going out that day, we could have stayed inside and watched TV all day for all I cared, but how was I to know about the robbery? I guess this is just another reason I blame myself, I should have been more careful. I should have sheltered Allison more than I did.

I know Kate would have wanted me to move on, to fall in love again. I think about Megan, about Lady Heather, about Sofia, Terri, Sara. Sara, now there is a woman who I could picture myself being happy with. I know there is the whole age difference thing between us, but I can't help but watch her when she falls asleep on the hard wooden benches in the locker room, or on the couch in the break room. I loved it when she asked me to tape her up for an experiment and when she asked me to in her down, all in the name of science, of course.

"Hey Griss, come over her," Sara calls from across the bank. She's standing by the bank vault, I walk over. "I never noticed this before," she said, playing with the vault combination lock.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Well, the tellers all tell the same story, the guys forced everyone down on the floor but took one of the tellers and told her to open the vault. She opened it for them and helped them get the cash."

"So."

"Well, we ran the fingerprints against the woman teller and didn't get a match."

"So, the fingerprint could have come from any of the tellers at any time."

"Not really. Since the vault door is visible to the public, and because the metal is so shiny, it is wiped down every night when the bank closes so that it looks nice for the next day of business. Since the bank had just opened and none of the tellers claim to have touched the vault, I'm thinking that the print is from our robbers."

"But wouldn't you think they would be smart enough to wear gloves?"

"Of course, and the people that were present at the time said that they were."

"I'm lost."

"Ok, put on you black gloves."

I did so, not sure where she was going with this.

"Ok, now this vault is extremely sensitive, if someone puts in the wrong combination, a silent alarm is sent to the police. So now, try to open the vault."

She read the first number off to me, I immediately removed my glove without thinking so that I wouldn't slip on which number I turned to.

"There you have it, the guy must have removed his glove!" Sara seemed proud of herself.

"That still doesn't explain how the guys knew the combination. Wouldn't it have been easier to let a teller open the vault so that the guy would get the combination right?"

" You're right. It must have been an inside job."

Sara POV

I had never even considered that the robbery could be an inside job. Grissom is on the phone with Greg, telling him to look up bank employees at the robbery 21 years ago. He then wants him to compare the list to the bank employees from the current robbery.

I watch, wondering how he can be so calm and level headed while he's processing this scene. I know he loved Kate and Allison very much, he still cares for them after 21 years in a way that I can't even imagine. Again I wonder what he was like before the murders. I wish I had met him sooner so that I could know the real Gil Grissom. I want to take back everything I ever said about him being a robot with no emotion. I was the one being the robot, ignoring the signs he was sending out.

I wonder if he is going to tell the rest of the team about his family, but then I think better of it. He didn't even tell me, I figured it out. People don't understand us CSIs, they think we have no emotion because we can process the scene where a little kid has been murdered and not even flinch, but we do feel. It's only when we get home do we cry, we have to be strong for everyone else. We comfort the parents of the child and hold them when they cry, we try to bring closure to the family as best as we possible can, we have to be careful not to develop any personal relationship with them because everyone is still a suspect in the beginning.

When we put on our protective emotion shields on before going into a scene, I sometimes here one of my co-workers whispering a quick prayer, I have never done this. I gave up on God when I was huddled in a corner, praying for day light to come so that the beatings would stop. And now that I work a job like this, I wonder where God is now? I know Grissom feels the same as I do, I know he was Catholic once, probably before his family was murdered. Sometimes I wish that God could do a little more, I wish he would let us find the missing child alive instead of her body dumped somewhere.

Don't get me wrong, I believe in God, I'm just mad at him, I think I've always been. When I was abused, I would pray every second that he would take me away from my hell, to let me soar like a bird. When I was 12, though, I gave up on him. My mother never did, she was praying out loud when I found my fathers body, she was still holding the bloody knife. I remember that I called the police calmly and then went to take the knife from her, placing it on the floor beside of the body. I hugged her and told her that I loved her before the police took her away. I wondered where God was on that night.

I know he was there for me then because I was finially free from my hell, but then foster care came along and it seemed to begin all over again. I was abused when I lived in the homes where the people only want you there so that they can use you as their slaves. I was starved, beat, abused, and worked until I could barely move. But I was lucky, I escaped that life by becoming the best student I could. I would escape my new hell by reading. I went to Harvard, after everyone told me that I wouldn't amount to anything because I was a foster child. I proved everyone wrong and it felt wonderful.

"Sara, are you coming?" Grissom asked.

"What?" I was lost in thought.

"I'm going back to the lab. Greg called in a woman that worked at both banks during both of the robberies. I want to talk to her."

"Yeah, me too." I followed him out of the bank and back towards his car.

Grissom's POV

I take a quick glance at Sara from my position at the wheel, she seems lost in thought. I wonder what she's thinking about? It feels good to have her company right now, it makes me feel better. I always feel happier when she's around, I feel like I did with Kate. Sara had feelings for me a long time ago, I wonder if she still does. When I was with Sofia and Heather and even Terri, I felt like I was betraying Kate in a way, but when I'm with Sara it's different. When I'm with her, everything feels right. I know Kate is still with me, but I think she would be happy that I've found someone else who makes me happy.

I wish things were different between Sara and me. I wish we didn't work on the same shift so that we could be together, but then I think back to all of the crimes we've solved together and how I couldn't replace her as a CSI. Perhaps we could have a relationship together, if we were really committed to make it work. We would have to hide if from people, especially Ecklie. I could only imagine what he would do if he was to hear that Sara I and I were going out. He wouldn't fire me, but he might fire Sara.

I return my focus back to the heavy traffic. I notice Sara rubbing her hands up and down her arms so I turn on the heater.

"Thanks," she says, returning to looking out the window.

"I'm sorry," I say, taking one of her hands in mine. I notice how she becomes tense for a moment, but she soon relaxes.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I snooped into your personal life, hell, I snuck into your office."

"You snuck into my office?"

"Well...after I found out about them, I remembered how you were looking at a picture the day before. I wanted to know for sure so I snuck into your office and found the picture." She pauses for a few seconds. "They were beautiful, you know?"

"I know. I took that picture the day before...'it' happened. We were at the beach because Kate had some time off before she had to go back on the boat for another two weeks. Allison was almost 10, she was begging me to let her come to an autopsy."

Sara smiled and gave a light laugh. "Like father like daughter."

"I guess so."

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To answer someone's question: I don't know why everyone always pictures Sara and Grissom going out for dinner or coffee after they meet for the first time. I guess taht's just the way I've always pictured it. If you want them to meet in a certain type of way, you can tell me and I'll write something about it if you want. Just let me know.