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A/N: Hey I've updated earlier than usual because I've had more time on my hands. I was kind of disapointed because i only got 2 reviews for my last chapter and I'm working hard on this. I'm trying to make it better i promise but without the reviews my self confidence goes down a notch. :-(

Anyway, enjoy this chapter although in my opinion I think it kind of let's down the story a bit. I'll try and perk it up. Rattus

Chapter Three

"So…what you got for me Greg?"

Greg looked up from his microscope slowly; he turned to Sara and gave her a small smile. She knew he had something important.

Greg looked Sara in the eyes. For some reason that sparkle was back, not as bright as before but it was still there. The old Sara was back, sure it would take a while for everything to be back to normal, but Greg knew that something had happened in the last 10 minutes for Sara to change to her old self. Had it something to do with Grissom? Maybe they had sorted things out and were back on track with each other? That's what the Lab needed, a good working vibe again. Who knew, maybe Grissom might be in a better mood.

Wait, wait, wait. He was jumping to conclusions; Sara could have had a phone call telling her that she had won a million dollars for all he knew. One thing was for certain Sara was back, and hopefully for good.

"Well, those green fibre's I found, I'll give you a clue. The Silence of the Lambs." Greg gave Sara a large grin and winked at her. Why was he always in a good mood?

"Wool?"

"Uh huh, we're looking for a suspect with a green Granny knitted jumper. Am I good or what?" Greg threw a punch into the air.

"Woaaaa, hold your horses Greggo. Those fibres's could have come from one of the victims items of clothing. Don't assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME."

Frowning Greg nodded his head in agreement. "I know…I'm jumping to conclusions. The foot print I lifted, it was a size 10 men's converse trainer."

"Ok, so we know the killer is a man, wears converse trainers and MAY have a green woollen jumper possibly knitted by his Grandmother." Sara smirked.

"Yeh, that's what I've found out, what about you?"

Sara raised her eyebrows.

Well I've been sitting in Grissom's Office for the past 10 minutes persuading him to give you to one of the other guys after this case is solved. He also told me that he wanted to be friends instead of this pointless fighting and OH! I want to bed him.

"I've been helping you out. I spoke to Grissom." Greg's brow rose. "Professionally and calmly. He said as soon as this case is solved, you my friend are going to be getting mentored from one of the other Geeks."

"Sweet!"

Sara smiled. She wished she still had Greg's enthusiasm to the job, she could remember a time where she wouldn't want to leave the Lab, pulling doubles for the release and hope that the bad guys were banged up. So the families, friend's and lover's could have closure. So she could have closure. Then Grissom told her she got too involved in cases, she needed a diversion. She wanted that diversion to be Grissom but sadly it wasn't so, so she seeked solace from Hank, the two timing asshole. He was nothing compared to Grissom. Going out to the movies or for a drink with him beat her sitting in her apartment by herself listening to her police scanner or reading the latest forensic journal. Grissom rode roller coasters, she socialised with Hank, and it hadn't gone down well with Grissom. There was jealousy; he hated the fact that Sara had chosen not to run after him but to have a life, which wasn't restricted to the Lab. It must have hurt him knowing she had called Hank 'baby' at a scene. Well life's a bitch.

However, things were finally getting back to normal. Sure, it wouldn't be perfect between them, but they were getting back on that bike and cycling as fast as they could. Sara knew Grissom wanted to prove to her he was the friend she needed at that moment. The atmosphere around the Lab would be better too, no more arguments, no more silent treatments. There was an upside and a downside to this. She wasn't getting all the solo cases anymore, but someone else was. She had to smile at that.

"Earth to Sara."

Shaking her head, she looked at Greg. "Huh?"

"I was saying, I hope you don't think I've not enjoyed the time we've been working together. You've taught me a lot Sara. If and when I become a CSI, I hope I'll be as good as you and if I am…remember me to thank you personally."

Sara chuckled.

"Slow down Greg, we're going to work together again, just not so soon."

"Yeh, anyway…back to work. We have a case to solve!"

Could he handle a platonic relationship with Sara Sidle? The answer was no. He knew deep down he felt things for Sara that he had never felt before, he couldn't say it was love. He didn't think it was love right now; it was a fondness, closeness. They were so alike, they were meant to be together he thought, the question was, would it work out if they ever became involved? Sara was a loaded gun, she could blow at any moment, sometimes she could be extrovert, and other times she was pure introvert. Grissom himself was an introvert, he never shared anything personal, and he didn't have a contagious personality like Greg. What was it that attracted Sara to himself? His mind? His naiveness? What was it? He stared at his desk; a confused expression gripped his face. He was 15 years older; he was nearly 50, god he felt like a teenager when he was in the presence of Sara. Her smile, her laughter, she was so precious to him. He could never let her go; yet, he couldn't become 'involved'. Hell, if Ecklie ever found out that they were in a romantic relationship he'd have Sara moved to a different Lab quicker than Grissom could blink.

With a frustrated sigh, he told himself.

Nothing can happen Gil; she's too good for you. Let her go.

Sitting in the break room Greg and Sara decided to have a cup of coffee before they got back to work. The conversation was perking up as Brass rounded the corner and walked into the break room with a grim face.

"What's up Brass?"

"Sara, Sanders, get your kits…there's been another murder."

"Martin Morris aged 22. He works at a small music shop down the road, it's called…'Rocking Records'"

Greg nodded his head.

"Yeh, I've seen the guy a few times when I've been in there, man their CD's are cheap, good quality. I've never had any…"

Greg looked up and noticed Brass and Sara staring at him with a plain expression.

"Problems, OK…back to the case. He's in the same position as the other victim."

Sara nodded.

"Yup, and the same message that was on the other vic's mirror. I say these are related. Looks like we'll be working with each other a bit longer Greggo."

"What do we have?"

Sara, Greg, and Brass turned around to see an inquisitive Grissom standing at the bathroom door, his eyebrow raised.

"Why are you here?" Sara asked curiously.

Grissom walked further into the bathroom and looked around. The crime scene photographs he had viewed earlier matched the crime scene in front of them. The neatly folded clothes, the message on the mirror and the victims position.

"I finished my paperwork and decided to come out into the field and join you guys. Looks like you could use an extra pair of hands."

Sara smiled at Grissom; he in return gave her a soft smile back.

"I just saw Doc Robbins before I left the Lab, he says that the victim died of asphyxiation. He found white fibre's in her throat, most probably from a bath towel or Gym towel."

All three CSI's got to work, Grissom found one fingerprint on the edge of the bath, it was a partial. He also found some hairs next to the bottom of the bath, they looked red in colour, and maybe the murderer was a red head. Sara took pictures of the crime scene, the message written neatly on the mirror with a finger, the clothes which were neatly folded. Putting down the camera she looked closely at the clothes and noticed green fibre's, which looked as if they matched the ones, found at the related crime scene. Picking them up with tweezers, she bagged them.

"Greg, I think I just found more of those green fibre's."

Greg turned around from printing the door handle.

"Cool, so now do you believe the murderer wears a Granny knitted jumper?" He had a smirk on his face.

"Whatever Greggo."

"Hey Cath, what's up?"

Catherine looked up from her reading and motioned Warrick to sit down.

"Grissom's out in the field with Sara and Greg, their case has now turned into a serial."

"Bummer."

Catherine smiled at Warrick. He had the nicest eyes she had seen in a while, she couldn't believe that people at school had made fun of his eyes they were beautiful. Every time she looked at him she could see herself clearly in them, they were like Gems. His smile was contagious, he had the most wonderful mouth ever, she couldn't believe she had just started to notice these things, he was perfect, and he wasn't Eddie. She was sure he'd be great with Lindsey.

She thought of Grissom, he had taken too long to admit his feelings for Sara, and everyone knew he had feelings for her. He just wasn't good at showing his emotions, she didn't want to turn out like Grissom, she couldn't bare the thought of hardly ever talking to Warrick, or ignoring him and she wouldn't be like Grissom, she knew that Warrick and herself had chemistry, they got on well. It wouldn't hurt to ask him out, would it?

Warrick stared at Catherine intently, what was she thinking?

"So…do you have a case for me?"

Catherine shook her head. "Nope, it's quiet here tonight, was wondering if you want to go grab something to eat?"

"Sure, I'm feeling kind of hungry."

"Great, it's a date." Catherine stood up and followed Warrick out of Trace with a smile plastered on her face.

Brass walked into Grissom's office.

"So…Sheila Simmon's, she had no family registered. No boyfriend and no friends. She was a loner, ordered clothes books groceries etc off the Internet. Neighbours said she was a normal girl, if she was ever out and passed them she'd say Hi and nobody noticed anything strange over at her apartment round the time she was murdered."

"So it's a dead end. Have you paged Sara with this information?" Grissom raised his right eyebrow in a questioning manor.

"Na, I thought I'd let her lovely loving Boss tell her the good news."

Grissom sighed and took his glasses off.

"Get off my back will you Jim."

Brass closed Grissom's office door and sat down in the chair opposite of Grissom.

"Gil, as a friend I'm just trying to head you in the right direction. You don't wanna be a lonely old man smoking a pipe and talkin' to his bugs all day long? You broke her heart, it's time you tried to mend that heart of hers. She wants you, no-one else, hell I wouldn't turn her down if she asked me out…I'd be on the floor having a coronary."

Grissom smiled at the thought.

"Seriously…if this 'thing' between you two doesn't get sorted out…one or both of you are going to get hurt bad and I don't think you'll be able to heal properly afterwards."

"I'm trying Jim. I'm trying to be the friend she needs, don't you think I want to see her happy? I don't hurt her on purpose. If it wasn't for me, she could be happily married by now with kids and a dog in a nice house. I'm holding her back and I have nothing to offer her."

"You do…your love. If I had paid more attention to Ellie, I'm sure she wouldn't be the way she is now. I screwed up and look what's happened, we never talk. I don't want that to happen to you or Sara. Life isn't all about work Gil, have some fun…I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves."

Grissom shook his head and frowned.

"I can't, I'm her Boss…she works for me. It's not right Jim. I'd let her down, she expects to much from me."

Brass glared at Grissom.

"Oh save the self pity Gil, it must feel good having a good looking girl running after you. You either do something about this thing between you two, or it's over and I'm warning you my friend. You hurt her…and I promise I'll never forgive you Gil. I've known you for along time but that doesn't mean I'm on your side all the time."

TBC...