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A/N: Thank you for the reviews. It's came to my attention that i made a mistake a few chapters back. Looking back i could smack myself. Yes technically for a case to be a serial 3 murders have to have been commited with the same M/O. So i'm sorry if i confused any of you. thank you Drakien for pointing that out. Anyway here's chapter seven. Enjoy.

Once again Grissom and Brass entered Rocking Records, this time they had a warrant to search the premises. They both knew that a certain manager wouldn't be happy about their return. Claire recognised them as they walked through the door, her face lighting up in hope that a certain Greg Sanders had accompanied them, when she noticed it was just Grissom and Brass her smile dimmed to a brief smirk.

"Hey, your those police guys."

Brass nodded his head. "Yeh I'm Detective Brass and this is Gil Grissom."

"Well nice to meet you both again. Where's Greggy?"

Grissom frowned and pursed his lips. "He's uh…at the Lab. He has important things to catch up on."

"Kay, tell him I was asking for him."

Brass looked around the shop, picking a CD up here and there inspecting the covers. Claire watched him intently, forgetting about her Kerrang magazine, which she had been reading 2 minutes ago.

"Soo…are you here like, buying a CD or you guys needing someone?"

"We're here to serve a warrant Miss…-"

"Just call me Claire, everyone does. What you got a warrant for?"

"To search the premises. Is Mr White here at the moment?"

Claire shook her head. "Nope, nipped out about an hour ago. Said he was meeting someone, didn't go into any details, but he's like that. He sometimes goes away for days."

"He didn't mention where this person might live?"

"No, why…is he in some kind of trouble. I know he's a moody guy and that but he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Grissom decided to do a little poking around seeing as no one was here to stop him. He was rather glad; he didn't need a nosey grumpy guy behind his back inspecting everything he did.

"Erm, Claire? Would you mind if I went into the back?"

"Well, I dunno...you see Rob, he won't be happy if he finds you guys snooping about. I don't want to lose my job, I enjoy it."

Grissom sighed inwardly. God…why couldn't this be easy for once?

"I promise not to move a thing. You won't know I've even been through there. I won't tell him if you don't."

Claire pondered on it for a moment, her frowning indicated she was thinking seriously. "Well…OK, but no moving things round in there, he's picky and he'll know if someone's been snooping about."

Grissom smiled. "Thank you."

Moving into the back he noticed there were three doors. One was green, the paint flaking on the door; he looked at the ground and noticed the green flakes lying in a heap. The door to the right of that one looked older, it was probably the bathroom. The grey door had a round handle.

Might be able to get fingerprints off that.

Pulling on his latex gloves with a snap, he started dusting the handle.

"Hey! Mr Grissom! What are you doing?"

Grissom turned around and stared at Claire. "I'm dusting this handle for fingerprints, I promise not to leave any dust lying around."

"Well…OK."

Removing the clear plastic from the handle he held it up to the light and smiled inwardly. Not bad..

Making sure he hadn't left any powder he opened the door and was greeted with a bright break room. The walls were painted a ferocious orange and there were music magazines lying everywhere. There were two yellow sofas, both looking rather shabby and a kitchen, which resembled a pigsty. The place was a mess. Padding into the kitchen area he wondered if Mr White's mug was lying around. No luck he decided to try the other rooms and see if he could find any evidence, which might link either Claire or Rob White to the crime scenes.

Next on his stop was the door he thought led to the bathroom. He opened it and was assaulted by the smell of human waste.

"Claire, do you know that this toilet is blocked?"

"Yeh, Rob said he was gonna get it fixed as soon as possible. It stinks in there."

Yeh, stating the obvious.

He looked around, there was a bar of soap on the sink, the plug had been ripped from it's cord and lay inside the sink. The paper dispenser was empty, he was glad he didn't need the toilet.

The last door was to the left of the break room. The door looked new, the brown stained door looking out of place. Grissom opened it slowly, before he could enter he was pushed rather roughly to the side, his shoulder connecting with the wall, a soft pop was heard.

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck do you think your doing huh? That's MY office, get your ass out of there now before I fucking sort you out!"

The pain started off as a dull throb and then escalated into an injured Grissom wincing, as it grew stronger. Brass came through, the look in his eyes told Grissom that he was sorry for letting Rob White through.

"I told you not to go through their Mr White. Gil you OK?"

Grissom winced. "He's dislocated my shoulder."

"Yeh, might teach you a lesson. What right do you have to search my place anyway? Get the fuck out…NOW!"

Brass shoved the search warrant into Rob White's face. "This here Mr White is a warrant to search these premises. I could take you in right now for assaulting my colleague. Gil, you want to press charges?"

"Right now, I'd really like to be taken to a hospital!"

Brass stared at Rob White while taking his cell phone out of his breast pocket. Dialling Sara's cell phone she answered on the fourth ring.

"Sidle."

"Hey, Sara it's Brass. I need you to come to Rocking Records, something's happened and Grissom's hurt, he needs to be taken to hospital and I have to take the guy in. Would you mind driving Grissom to the hospital?"

"No, I'll be right there."

Brass put his cell phone away. "Gil, Sara's on her way. You OK?"

Grissom was rather pale, who would have thought dislocating your shoulder would hurt this much? The worst was yet to come; he had to have it put back into place. Now THAT was going hurt. He looked towards Brass and nodded his head.

"I'll live."

"Look, if you hadn't of been snooping around that wouldn't have happened."

Brass gritted his teeth. "He wasn't snooping around, remember the warrant I showed you? It states that evidence may be collected from the premises. Now shut up."

"Whatever…"

Claire slowly walked into the break room. She noticed that the Grissom guy was hurt.

"Everything OK in here?"

Brass nodded. "We'll be fine."

"Kay."

Sara pulled up in front of Rocking Records, Brass had said Grissom was hurt, but he didn't go into detail. It couldn't be that serious if she were to drive him to the hospital, but Sara still felt sick. God, anything could have happened.

Walking into the shop she noticed that it was quiet.

"Hello?"

Brass poked his head from around the corner near the cash desk.

"Sara, glad you could make it. Gil's in a little pain says he's dislocated his shoulder."

"And when did he become a Doctor?"

Grissom walked into the front of the store and noticed Sara standing there. She looked worried and a little hesitant. He winked at her and she eased up a little.

"You don't look so good, let's get you to the hospital."

Grissom nodded.

Brass turned to Rob White. "Let's go for a drive."

Sara had been driving no more than two minutes when she looked at Grissom and broke the silence. "So…how did this happen?"

Grissom sighed. "I was away to enter his office, he pushed me out of the way and I landed shoulder first into the wall."

"Ouch."

Sara looked at Grissom. "Does it hurt?"

Grissom stared at her. "Yes it does."

The rest of the drive to the hospital was in silence.

"Mr Grissom, your shoulders dislocated, I'm going to put it back into place. Now, you're going to feel a little pain. On the count of three, One…Two…Three."

Grissom felt the Doctor manipulating his shoulder, the pain was unbearable, he wanted to shout, scream, and cry but instead grunted in pain. Sara heard his painful grunt and looked over, his face was contorted in pain.

"There, now I advise you wear a sling for at least three days. If you feel like you can move your arm around after that you may take it out. But under no circumstances are you to lift any heavy objects. And at work, it looks like you'll be doing paper work."

At the mention of paper work, Grissom winced. Damn shoulder!

"Do you have any painkillers at home?"

"Yes."

"Take them when you need them, your shoulder is still weak."

Sara looked at the Doctor; his nametag read Ralph Cameron.

"Thanks."

Grissom sat on a padded bed, his feet dangling; it reminded him of the time he had to have surgery on his ears. He frowned.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. A little sore."

"It's to be expected."

Sara looked into Grissom's eyes, his blue eyes turning darker, she was becoming aroused. She noticed that he was licking his lips. She leaned in far enough to give him space in case he pulled back, he didn't. He met her half way and their lips collided, it was soft and sensual. She moaned at the contact, she could feel the heat pooling at her stomach. His lips were soft and tasted of coffee, he opened his mouth and tasted her lips with his tongue, she was wearing cherry lip balm. Sara opened her mouth and their tongues met each other, dancing seductively around each other. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. As she moved closer she caught a whiff of him, he smelt of soap, and the smell that was uniquely Grissom, it was spicy and comforting.

Grissom moaned, he had kissed many women but none of the kisses related to this. She was beautiful; she tasted of cherry and peaches. This was heaven. She was beautiful, he opened his eyes, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes flickering. Sara's hands wound up in his hair, pulling and tugging at his soft curls. She had wanted to run her hands through his hair the first time they met. She had always wondered what it would feel like. He moaned contentedly, he liked that. She knew that sometime they would need to come up for air. He deepened the kiss; their bodies crushed together, his shoulder forgotten about. Right now they needed each other. Anything could have happened back at that store. The kiss softened to little kisses, kisses of promise. Finally they both pulled back, their faces red with heat and their breaths coming in short gasps. The looked at each other, they could see arousal in each other's eyes. Grissom pulled Sara into a warm embrace. He was finally home.

Greg do this, Greg do that. He was sick and tired of being the CSI lap dog. Grissom had been in such a mood; there was no need to bite his fricken head off. Jesus the guy needed a woman in his life. Looking through quote books wasn't exactly riveting stuff. DAMN! Greg threw another quote book onto the tabletop. Not a single quote had turned up that matched the message on the mirrors. A big waste of fucking time.

Gritting his teeth he decided to search the net in case something turned up. Putting his earphones in his ear, he turned on his I-pod, Marilyn Manson blaring from the earphones. He tried using search engines and keywords. Nothing came up. He sat back in his chair and decided to swivel on it. It might waste some time.

After making himself dizzy for the fourth time he sat back at the computer and tried to locate Rob White's personal files. Something might turn up.

He sat back in his car, the radio turned down. He wanted to be able to hear and see her. She looked her best when the sun was high in the sky. He noticed that she was with that Grissom guy again, were they an item? He looked rather old to be dating her. Maybe she liked older men. He watched as they laughed their way to her SUV, she helped him in, his arm in a sling. When he got a hold of him on his own, slings would be the last thing on his mind. For now, he was content to watch…

TBC