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A/N: Oh boy! I haven't updated in like…aaaages. I'm so sorry for such the long wait. Here's chapter eight.

Slowly, Grissom took his house keys from his pocket and handed them to an exasperated Sara Sidle. Putting the key in the lock, she opened the door and ushered Grissom inside his Town House. As she closed the door, she turned around and noticed that nothing had changed since her last visit. Grissom was too predictable in the sense that he hated change, everything was always the same.

Grissom quickly sat down on his worn couch and sighed contentedly, finally somewhere where he could relax. He looked over to Sara and noticed her looking round his Town House with the same concentration she oozed at crime scenes.

"It's uh…well, I don't have the time to…personalise it."

Sara looked at Grissom and smiled softly. "It's says more about you than you think it does Grissom."

Leaning against his kitchen tabletop she watched him as he sank into the couch. "Where do you keep your painkillers?"

Grissom sighed and closed his eyes. "Medicine cabinet in the bathroom."

"Right." Hesitantly Sara walked through Grissom's Town House in search of his bathroom. The first door she opened revealed an office, paperwork scattered everywhere and shelves filled with more bugs and experiments.

I definitely wouldn't like to walk in here at night.

Closing the door, she continued her journey; opening the door just opposite his office she walked straight into his bedroom. It was painted a cool blue, almost grey. His bed was neatly made; everything was tidy and organised in this room. Several books were piled on his dresser, entomology mostly and a book of poetry. She lightly skimmed her fingertips over the book on top and smiled. This room was so Grissom.

She looked over to his bed; it looked extremely warm and inviting. Shaking her head she mentally slapped herself and closed the door gently. "You're here to make sure he takes some painkillers for that shoulder Sara. Not to sit on his bed."

Finally she reached the bathroom, it was white and sterile, too sterile for her liking. Sara scrunched up her face and opened his medicine cabinet. She picked up his migraine tablets bottle and shook it lightly, it was nearly empty. Grissom must have been taking more migraines, who could blame him with the stress of work. Placing them back where she found them, she looked through the cabinet until she found Tylenol.

"Found them!"

Closing the cabinet door she quickly strolled through to his living room and handed him the bottle. "Right, take two just now, I'll go get you a glass of water to wash them down with."

Looking at his many kitchen cupboards she closed her eyes and tried to remember which held the glasses. She picked the first cupboard next to her and quickly opened it. HAH! Found them! Rinsing it first, then filling it with water she handed it to a very tired looking Grissom.

He muttered thanks and took the painkillers, gulping the glass of water down till it was empty. Handing it back to her she looked at it for a few seconds as if it were a foreign object. Somehow this whole thing felt a tad domestic. Actually too domestic for her liking.

"Do you want me to come back after shift to see how you're doing?"

Grissom looked up into Sara's big brown eyes and smiled weakly. "Yes, thank you. I think I'll have a nap."

Nodding Sara ruffled his hair, kissed his forehead and made her way back to the Lab.

He watched her as she exited the Town House. So this was where her Boss lived, quiet neighbourhood, not many kids around either. He watched as she threw herself into her SUV and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She was beautiful. He wanted her right there and then, but no...it wasn't the right time to become selfish and spoil the fun.

He followed her slowly; he knew the journey to the Crime Lab by heart. He whistled to a tune on the radio and slipped on his shades. The sun was high in the sky and getting into his eyes. She was a slow driver and a very careful driver. She took bends smoothly and didn't go through any red lights. If she knew that she was being followed she didn't give any sign that she knew.

Finally she reached the Crime Lab, parking next to Grissom's forgotten SUV. She locked the doors and walked into the Lab, not noticing the shaded figure watching her every move.

Sara my love…we shall meet very soon.

Grissom couldn't get to sleep, every time he closed his eyes they would snap back open. Finally after several attempts to doze off he got up gingerly and held his injured shoulder. He walked into his bedroom and sat on his bed. Maybe it was the couch; it wasn't exactly the comfiest of things.

Lying down he stared at the roof for a few seconds before closing his eyes. They immediately snapped back open. What was wrong? He could feel exhaustion catching up on him, but it wasn't hitting him full force yet. He sighed and got up, pacing the floors of his house, he found himself in front of his coffee maker brewing some coffee. It wasn't the wisest idea, the caffeine would surely keep him up but he needed something to do.

As he waited for the coffee to brew he thought back to the kiss at the hospital. He had never felt like that before with just one kiss. He was sure his knees had turned to jelly right there and then. Her lips had been soft and sweet. He smiled at the memory. Sara was a beautiful woman, her facial features were perfect. Her smile could light the darkest of rooms, the little adorable gap that he always wanted to kiss. He was infatuated with Sara, maybe it was love…but whatever it was it was strong. It consumed his whole being. Being in the same room as Sara gave him shivers down his spine, the hairs on his neck would stand to attention.

He was trying; he wanted to re build their relationship. He wanted it to be strong and steady. His shoulder began to throb and he tried to rub the pain away. Damn painkillers, why weren't they working? Feeling a little weak he walked back to the couch and sat down heavily. This was exactly what he didn't need. An injured Grissom was a grouchy Grissom and he knew back at the Lab he would jump down several people's throats.

Switching his television on he skimmed the channels for a nature programme or something relating to bugs. He found a documentary on sharks and began to watch riveted to the screen, after five minutes of watching the programme, the coffee was forgotten about as Grissom fell asleep.

"Yo Sara!"

Sara looked up from the crime scene photo's she had been examining. Greg's beaming face brought a smile to her lips. "Hey there Greggo."

Greg was all but buzzing. "I took initiative and decided to see if Rob White had a criminal record. Just so happens that the Music Man was jailed for two years after attempting to kill an employee."

Sara's brow rose.

"Get this…he tried to strangle him."

"So…you're thinking that the strangulation may be the link in this case?"

Greg nodded. "Come on Sara, it's no coincidence. He tried to kill a fellow employee, now another employee is found dead in his bath…strangled…"

Sara nodded. "Yes Greg, but there isn't any evidence linking Rob White to the first Victim, Sheila Simmons. Remember…she was a recluse, she never went out."

Greg grinned and sat down next to Sara handing her a sheet of paper with a list of C.d's on it. "What's this?"

"I knew you would bring the first victim into this, so...i did some research and found out that Rocking Records have a website, and on the website you can order C'd's online. That list you have in your hands are the C'd's Sheila Simmons's ordered from Rocking Records. Guess who dropped them off as a friendly gesture…"

Sara grinned at Greg. "Rob White…"

"Mmhmm, it seems that they went to the same High School."

Sara stood up and patted Greg's shoulder. "I could kiss you Greg, you've just found the link."

Sara quickly walked into the break room and made herself a cup of coffee before she went to meet Brass. Rob White was in custody and now she had something on him. The guy was a loose canon, violent and smug. First the employee he had tried to strangle to death and now he had injured Grissom.

Sara smiled as she remembered the kiss they had shared. It was mind blowing. Every time she imagined Grissom kissing her, it had been slow and deliberate, exactly like the one shared at the hospital. It had made her tingle all over. She frowned as she thought of his shoulder; he'd be doing paper work for a few days.

"Earth to Sara."

Sara turned round from the coffee pot and came face to face with Catherine. The older woman staring at Sara quizzically.

"Hm?"

Catherine sighed and waved her hand in front of Sara gesturing wildly. "What the hell happened to Grissom? I just got a phone call from Brass telling me that he won't be in for the rest of tonight's shift. Is everything OK?"

Sara sipped her cup of coffee and sat down. "Grissom got attacked."

"Attacked? By who?"

"Brass and Grissom went to Rocking Records to serve a warrant, the owner Rob White wasn't there, so Griss decided to do a bit of snooping."

Catherine rolled her eyes.

"Rob White turned up an barged passed Grissom, knocking Grissom into the wall, he dislocated his shoulder. It'll be in a sling for a couple of days."

"Wow."

Sara nodded and quickly finished her coffee. "Right, I'm going to meet Brass, he has Rob white in custody, I want to ask him a few questions."

Catherine shook her head and smiled grimly. "No can do, Brass let him go, they didn't have anything on him."

Shit shit shit! They had had him, and now they had let him go. Shit!

"Sara, something wrong?"

"I think Brass just let go of our killer..."

TBC…

Ooooh, I know it was rather boring, but it's going to get a hell of a lot more exciting in the next couple of chapters. I'd like to apologise to all you people who reviewed, I kind of left you in the lurch didn't I? Chapter nine up soon!