Ok, here's the next chapter. It's short again, but I promise it is well worth it. The song is Rihanna's Finial Goodbye.
Sara POV
I'm sitting in the interiogation room next to Griss, the suspect is across from us. The suspect is 41 year old Vanessa Parker. She wears too much makeup, could do with some clothes that actually fit, and looks like she's 50 trying to look 30.
"So Mrs. Parker, tell us about the robbery," Grissom says.
"Well, let me tell you, these men just burst into the bank with guns and wanted money! I didn't know what to do, it was really frightening!"
"Are you talking about this robbery, or the one in LA 21 years ago?" he asks her.
I watched as the woman's face turned white beneath layers of makeup.
"We know that you worked at the bank when it was robbed back then so don't play stupid about it. Tell us how you were involved."
"Involved? I wasn't involved!" the woman laughed.
"Damnit, tell us who robbed the bank! We know you were involved, we've got forensic evience that proves it!" Grissom yelles as he stands up and begins pacing the room.
The truth is that we don't have any actual proof that this woman was involved, but she doesn't have to know that. We are allowed to lie to suspects during interriogation, it's perfectly legal.
"Ok. The same men who robbed the bank in LA robbed this one too. There are 3 of them."
"What are their names?" he asks more calmly, returning to his seat beside me.
"I only know one of their names, the leader. His name is Matt Thomas."
"Brass," he says.
"Yeah?" Brass says, he's standing in the darkened corner.
"I'll let you take over, figure out how she was involved and book her."
I followed him out into the hall where he leans his head against the cool wall. Placing my hand on his back, I assure him that we'll get throught this, together. He looks up a me with a look that only he could give. At that moment, I had no fears, no worries, it was like no one else but the two of us exhisted.
"Thanks Sara."
"What are friends for."
"You've always been more than just a friend to me," he gives me a smile.
I return the smile. "Well, Matt Thomas is probably lying low for a while but I'll have Greg look up the guy's adress andI guess we'll go over there."
"I have a better idea. While we make Greg look up te guy, let's go get something to eat."
"I don't think I'm in the mood to go to the diner."
"Then let's go to my place, it'll take Greg a while to find the guy because we don't know exactly where he's from."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, and besides, you look tired."
Grissom's POV
Asking Sara back to my place, if only for breakfast, was a big step. I felt close to her again, like I had felt back in San Francisco all those years ago. It was nice having someone know about my past, it felt like some huge burden had been lifted off of my shoulders.
We arrived at my town house a few minutes later. Sara crashed on the couch while I make pancakes for us. She was so beautiful when she slept, I think it's the only time she is at peace. She needs to get out more, away from work, away from the death and destruction that surrounds us. When she takes one of her rare days off, I tell her to get as far from Vegas as she can. She goes into the dessert, to think. She invited me to go with her once, but I turned her down because I still didn't know what do do about 'this". I do now though, I know that Sara just wants to be loved, like everyone else in this screwed up world.
"Sara," I gently touch her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open and a small smile appears on her face.
"Hey, how long was I asleep for?"
"Not long. Breakfast is ready."
She begins to get up so as to walk to the table but I put my hands on her shoulders. "I'll bring it to you."
"Thanks."
We wnjoyed out breakfast together on the couch, and for the first time in a long time, Sara laughed when I told a joke that really wasn't funny at all. She was happy if only for a little while, and when Sara was happy, I was happy.
My phone rang. "Yeah?"
"Hey Grissom," it was Greg, "I found out where that guy lives."
"Where?"
"North Henderson," he read me the rest of the adress which Sara wrote down.
"Ok, Sara and I are on our way there, have Brass and some other uniforms meet us there."
"OK, Boss."
"Who was that?" Sara asks softly, she had been drifting in and out since she finished her breakfast.
"Greg. Are you ready to go?"
"Where to?" She asks again softly, snuggling more into my left shoulder, she had been using it for her pillow.
"Henderson, we're going to go and pick this guy up."
Sara sat up. "Are you ready for this?"
"I think so, as long as you're with me," I leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Sara's POV
I'm back in Grissom's Denali, we're on our way to Henderson. We're listening to a local radio station when something of Rihianna's comes on. I recognise it as Finial Goodbye. The soft music is comforting to my wondering mind. I think about the kiss Gil gave me, it's funny, I'm now calling him Gil instead of Grisssom or Griss?
He only kissed my cheek, but I somehow know there will be more to follow. He's emotional now and he needs comforting, he knows I'm here for him. I turn and look over at him, he looks back at me and we exchange smiles. I wonder what it's going to be like at this guy's house; is Gil gonna get to defensive and break down? No, he'll keep his cool, if only for a little while.
We pull up the adress but no cops are there. There is a blue mustange parked in front of the expensive looking house. "Where's Brass?"
"I don't know but I'm not waiting." He got out of the car, grabbing his gun as he headed towrd the house.
"Gil, what are you doing? You don't even have an arrest warrent!"I yell, jumping out of the car and running toward him.
"Yes, I do, I got it from the judge before we left the lab, it's in the car," he continues walking toward the door.
"What are you going to do? We can't arrest him, you know that."
"I do know that, but as soon as that guy hears sirens, he's going to run. The least we can do is hold him at gun point until Brass gets here."
"You're crazy, you know that."
"Yeah, but this is personal," he walks to the door and knocks. "CSI!" he yells.
Immediatly I hear russling coming from the second floor. A few seconds later I heard someone running down the stairs. "I'm gonna take the back!" I whispered. I ran around the back, gun drawn. I saw a man running through the yard carrying a larg backpack. "Freeze, CSI!"
The man froze.
"Drop the bag and put your hands up in the air slowely!"
The man did so.
Grissom was now beside me. "Turn around, slowely!" The man turned around. He looked to be in his late 30s with dark hair and dark eyes. "Did you call for backup?" I ask, walking slowely towards the man.
"Yeah."
I hear the sirens then. A few moments later a young cop is running doward up, gun drawn.
"It's ok, John."
"You two okay?" Brass asks, appearing at our sides.
"Fine," I answer.
"Good, then may I ask what you were doing! You could have gotten yourselfs killed. I thought we had already been through this Sara-!"
Gil cut him off. "It was me, don't blam Sara. It was my bright idea."
"You? Come on Gil, I know you better than that."
"Apparently not. It was my decision, Sara tried to stop me but I wouldn't let her, it's my fault."
Brass just looked at us both before he walked off towards the other officers.
"Thanks for sticking up for me," I said in a small voice.
"It was my fault, not yours. Come on, let's get back to the lab and question this guy," he places his hand on the small of my back and leads me back to the car.
We're back at the lab now, preparing to go into interigation. Gil is sitting at his desk. I'm sitting across from him, the door closed. I can tell he's upset right now, I walk around the desk and gently sit in his lap. He seems a bit startled but then he smiles at me, I know I haven't crossed the line. We exchange words with our eyes, his hand is now resting on my thigh, my hand on his face. We gently leaned into each other and our lips touched for the first time. His hand his now rubbing my thigh up and down while is other is on my back, pulling me closer.
Our kiss is passionate, full of wanting and longing that we have kept hidden and bottled up for years. We break apart after a minute or two, both breathing heavily. He was smiling at me, I turned my head away and blushed.
"Are you ready to go in?" he asked.
"Yeah, are you gonna be alright in there?"
"Yeah, I think so," he kissed me again before we got up and walked to the interrigation room together.
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