"What is that?" She asked, walking in to her boss' office. She was looking at him with a disgusted, yet not surprised look on her face.

"My new experiment…have you eaten yet?" he asked, rather randomly.

"..uh, yeah. I just had a veggie burger. What does that have to do with anything?" She was now not only disgusted but confused...which was not uncommon when dealing with her boss.

"Then you don't want to know. Trust me. What are you doing here so early anyways? Shift doesn't start for another hour."

"I could ask you the same question…" Sara retorted, giving a quick eyebrow shrug, enough to not have to give the real reason why she was early.

"Touché" Grissom replied. "Paperwork from the Lemieux case. Now guess what dayshift left us…" he teased.

"You got me…what'd we get?"

Grissom thought about that for a moment. I have her. Do I? Through a little grin he said, "A bomb took out three floors in an apartment building. You and I are taking Greg on this one. He's gotta learn more than just B & E's and this'll be a good one, I think."

"Sounds good. Is he in yet?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Ok well, I'm going to see about some coffee…you want a cup?" She offered.

"No thanks. And you probably don't want any either…" He said, frowning, remembering the usual swill in the coffee pot he saw on his way in. Then he added, "I was going to wait until Greg got in to grab some of his 'special brew'"

Sara let the disgusted look creep back to her face for a moment then smiled and nodded.

"Will do. Good point." Then she was gone.

Grissom stared at the doorway after her, wishing she were still there. Her presence always seemed to brighten a room and when she left he was again plunged into metaphorical darkness. He found himself looking forward to the start of their shift just to be with her.

Sara had told him, subtly, that she liked him, and the rest of the crew knew she was infatuated with him. He, however, wasn't so forthcoming with his emotions. He couldn't be, he was her boss. Aside from that, he had a difficult time expressing his feelings for her. Even though he knew it was more than friendship, he would never admit to it and let himself be that vulnerable. Never again…he had sworn himself. He'd let her in only as much as was needed for the purpose of working together civilly and if that hurt her in the meantime, it was better than what could happen in the long run, if he let this happen. So far it was working for him. Except for the physical pain in his chest every time he saw her and couldn't hold her…except for that…He couldn't think of this now. He had to get back to work.

"Hey Bossman!" He heard and saw Greg saunter into his office. Miffed that he'd let someone startle him, Grissom was more blunt than he wanted, "What is it Greg?"

"Just checkin' in…and…" Greg paused for dramatic effect, "I come bearing gifts!" He said as he pulled a mug of coffee from behind his back. "Sara said you wanted some. She also said that you're taking me along in the field tonight…that's really great! I was starting to get tired of B&E's…although it's better than…" Greg continued to ramble excitedly but Grissom cut him off.

"Yes Greg. I'm taking you out tonight. I'll…"

It was Greg's turn to interrupt. "Just so long as we cuddle afterwards…" a goofy grin appeared on the young CSI's face. Grissom sighed, shook his head and said, "I'll come find you guys in about 15 minutes."

"Okie dokie!" Greg said and turned for the door.

Grissom, not wanting to be rude to his enthusiastic apprentice said, "Greg? Thanks for the coffee" This brought a sincere smile to the young man's face as he left Grissom's office.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were in the Denali driving to their crime scene. Grissom let Sara drive (he hated to drive) and he sat in the passenger seat while Greg sat in the back seat drumming his fingers to the beat of a mysterious song in his head. At least he's not singing Grissom thought, slightly annoyed.

Another couple minutes passed until Grissom's finely attuned sense of smell picked up a pleasant odor. He's never smelled it before and sniffed the air some more to find out where it was emanating from.

"Greg, did you bring some food with you? Some kind of fruit?"

"Uh, no." was Greg's answer, his fingers having stopped their drumming. Grissom turned to Sara and asked, "You?"

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving the road. And then he got another wave of the intoxicating smell. Realizing that the second wave had hit him when Sara had shaken her head, his curiosity got the better of him and he leaned closer to Sara and sniffed the air. Greg seemed amused in the back as Sara quipped, "Griss, what are you doing?"

"Are you wearing perfume?" he queried, now knowing the smell came from her.

"No."

"A new deodorant?"

"Grissom! No!...Oh but," she paused, "I did start using a new shampoo. Is it too strong?"

Grissom leaned out of his seat and gently took a handful of Sara's hair and brought it to his face. Since she was driving, Sara could not pull away, not that she'd wanted to. As soon as he touched her hair she felt shivers run down her neck and spine. The contact was electric and she had to fight the urge to close her eyes and let her senses take over. Was there something more there than just smelling her hair (like any investigator would get used to the smells around him)? He seemed to caress the hair as he took it; like if it were something fragile and delicate. No, Sara. Don't fall for this again. He doesn't love you. Get over it! she scolded herself.

They arrived at the scene and parked the Denali amidst all the emergency vehicles. They each grabbed their field kit from the back of the truck and a wide-eyed, eager Greg said,

"Ok Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"Relax, Greggo…we have to find Brass first." Sara answered as she saw her supervisor pull out his cell phone and punch in Brass' number.

"Brass."

"Hi Jim, we're here. Where are you?" Grissom asked, seeing no sign of the Captain.

"Ok, stay put for a second. I'll be right there."