See part one for legalities. Still unbeta-ed, unfortunately.

As for the title; if you figure it out I'll give you two chapters today. Here it is again 2,1,18,5,6,5(2)20. I guess ff didn't like my brackets.


Archie didn't look up when Sara came into his room behind him. All around her was black and white pictures of her.

"Hey." She spoke softly announcing her presence. The techie raised his head and titled his head in a silent apology. "Don't look at me like that." She said then regretted it, "Nothings wrong. I'm fine." She assured him. "What did you get from my pics anyway?"

Archie glanced back down at the photos, the top one was the juiciest one of them all.

"Besides budding romance?" he joked to lighten the mood. "Not much. These are standard. Home developed that much I can tell. As for anything else; there's nothing special about them."

Sara nodded.

"Have they been printed yet?"

"No. Warrick asked me to look these over then page him when I'm done. I suppose you could take them to him. Or just do it yourself." He replied handing over the pile of photos.

"You know? I might just do that." She rolled her eyes, "Grissom's got me grounded."

The sympathetic look came back and she let it slide.

"Yeah. So, thanks then." She bobbed her head and backed out of the room.

She couldn't find Warrick to do the finger printing so she decided to do it herself.

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Grissom held the note in his hands. His glasses poised at the end of his nose like Santa only there was no merriment in his expression.

Warrick waited patiently until the older man was finished 'reading' the note before speaking.

"She isn't taking this seriously. Do we show her this?" he asked taking the note back and re-reading it.

9,22,5 2,5(2),14 23,1,20,3,8,9,14,7 21 6,15,18 1 23,8,9,12,5 14,15,23. 21,18 16,5,18,6,5,3,20,9,15,14 2,21,20 9,13 14,15,20 12,9,11,9,14,7 23,8,1,20 9,13 19,5(2),9,14,7

Grissom considered Warrick's question.

"Give her the note. We need to figure this out, maybe Sara knows what this is."

Warrick nodded.

"I'll copy it; send it through ESDA then give a copy to Sara while I check to see what else this guy might have written." He said leaving Grissom to his work.

After the young man left Grissom looked up from his desk, he could feel a headache coming on. The 'note' made no sense to him. He glanced down at the photos before him and studied the top one of Sara kissing her date. He wondered if that meant he was 'too late' and then he wondered why he still cared.

Grissom knew why he still cared but he didn't like it. He gave up his chance. He confessed to himself that he couldn't give up all the hard work he'd done for his career for her. And yet he still received the shit end of the stick from the Sheriff.

Yes he loved her, but he loved being a forensic scientist too.

He sat back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes. He wasn't going anywhere.

Grissom supposed the cliché 'what I wouldn't give…' was a rhetorical question though if he could gave his girl and his career he would, however picking up the picture of Sara n' Guest he thought he might only just get his career.

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Warrick dropped the note on the table in front of Sara and waited as her eyes scanned over the numbers then glanced up at him across the table.

"Where'd that come from?" she looked backed down. "Better question: what is that?"

"It was inside the envelope, didn't fall out with the rest of the slide show. We don't know what it is. Grissom thought it might make sense to you." He leaned against the wall next to the door he just came through. "This guy is a nutcase; you could be in danger,"

Sara took the note in her hands and studied it.

"This could be nothing." she dropped it back on the table.

"It's hand written. He must have wanted you to see it." Warrick urged.

"Have you printed it yet?"

"No, I wanted to static it first, see what else could be on it."

"Copy it, I'll figure it out." She slid it over towards him.

Warrick leaned over the table, his soft blue eyes gazing into Sara's chocolate brown ones and she could see the concern.

"This is serious shit." He said in a low tone.

Sighing she deflated slightly.

"I know." She gestured to the pictures scattered on the table in front of her. "What am I supposed to do? Go into hiding?"

Warrick sighed then too.

"I don't know."

Grissom cleared his throat as he came in the room and stopped next to Sara.

"No, we need to flush this guy out. We can't do that if you disappear. This has to be done with minimal danger to you, so you can't be alone any time."

Sara felt her face flush with anger.

"I don't need babysitters. We went through this before when Culpepper wanted my help. I can take care of myself!"

Grissom pointed at her his hand mimicking a gun.

"Move and I'll shoot." He said in an even tone.

Sara set her jaw, tensed ready to strike and she almost reached his hand but he 'pulled the trigger.'

"Bang! You're dead."

Shaking her head she met his eyes.

"And how does that make a difference? If I'm alone it's just me. If I'm with Warrick we're both in danger."

He lowered his head seeing that he wasn't getting through to her.

"Four eyes are better than one. If you're both on the look out then there's a lesser chance of this guy getting close to you."

She looked to Warrick for support but he was nodding his agreement.

"And if he has a gun then he can shoot me form anywhere." She tried to explain her point but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. "Shit! This is crazy."

Grissom opened his mouth to reply but his cell phone cut him off.

"Grissom. Yes, Jim." He paused to listen, he straightened up and his eyes hardened. "I'll tell her. Um, hum… Okay… Make sure there is."

Sara waited until Grissom hung up giving him an apprehensive stare.

"Well?" she prompted.

"Jim found bugs and cameras." He paused debating telling her the rest.

"And? Where?"

"Kitchen, living room…bedroom, bathroom…"

Warrick watched Sara as Grissom spoke; he gave another low whistle, surprised at how calm she appeared. She nodded as if she were accepting information about a case instead of learning the extent of her violation.

"And is he broadcasting like satellite or tapping VCR?"

"VCR. Jim found tapes but there was nothing on them. He thinks this guy took the used tapes after you left for work." He answered.

"Okay. So there's no chance on tracking his equipment then?" Sara asked.

Grissom shook his head. He felt his own anger welling up inside. Someone he deeply cared about was being mentally raped and she wasn't showing a bit of emotion. He wanted so badly to grab her and shake her until she confessed that this violation at least bothered her or until she cried.

He thought she should cry.

"All right. I'll get back to printing, hopefully this guy slipped up here or wasn't smart enough. Warrick, you gonna get on the static?" she asked.

It took Warrick a moment to realize he was being addressed. He was too shocked from Sara's lack of reaction that it stunned him into silence.

"Uh, yeah." He said after finding himself. "I'll show you what I find." He mentally shook himself and left Sara alone with Grissom.

"What else did Brass say?" she asked knowing that the detective had said more than Grissom repeated.

"A locksmith is being sent over to change the locks. He said he would personally bring the keys over to you."

"And..?"

"And a guard will be posted outside your house." He finished fully expecting another angry blow out but he was taken back, like he had earlier by her lack of reaction, that she just shook her head in apparent disgust.

They stayed silent for a full minute before Grissom decided to leave and get back to the paper work he knew he couldn't put off any longer.

TBC…

have you figured out the title yet?