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Thanks to Tessa, I'm sorry my own private english is really confusing...or at least that's how I'll explain any strange sentences. lol.

All mistakes from this point now are mine.


The drive to Grissom's was in silence only until he turned on the radio. Sara wondered if this was his way of avoiding an argument or just to fill the silence with anything.

She knew from past times what to expect from Grissom's bachelor pad and it wasn't the unfamiliarity that was putting her at unease but that for the better part of two years they hadn't been the friends they used to be. She could clearly remember the expression on Nick's face when she had given Grissom back a shirt he left at her place. The shirt had been from when Grissom's washing machine broke down and had to come over to use hers.

She was sure at the present time he would never come over to do laundry, even if his machine was broken. Something had become strained between them. She couldn't explain how or why but she knew when it had happened; she had asked him to dinner and he said no. And there were so many things that happened after.

Most importantly though was the semi-confession he had while talking to a suspect. He hadn't known that she was behind the one-way glass but she was and it was devastating to hear him talk like that.

Sara stopped just inside his apartment with her bag in hand. She hadn't intended on pausing but she couldn't help noticing that nothing had changed since the last time she was there. She felt Grissom watching her and tried to smile at him but it didn't work.

"Here, I'll take your bag." He offered reaching for her bag.

She let him take it from her hands then followed him into the guest room. He set the bag on the bed.

"If you need anything let me know. I'll be in the shower so help yourself to anything in the kitchen." He left after she nodded.

She watched him leave and waited until she heard the bathroom door close before going to the kitchen. She found the makings for coffee and set it up. She went back to the guest room and retrieved her file from her bag then returned to the kitchen.

All of the photos from her date and outings were placed across the counter then the note at the end. She studied them and listened to make sure Grissom was still taking a shower before taking out the new photos of her and placing them below the others.

The coffee done, she made a mug and sipped it while her eyes settled on her doing intimate things. The first picture was of her in a towel just after a shower. The second was of her sleeping, third; her changing, half naked in a bra and panties and fourth and most risqué was of her in the shower. She was turned away from the camera showing the nape of her neck, spine and the curve of her right breast and buttocks.

The last photo held her attention the longest and it was the one that unnerved her the most.

Holding her mug in both hands she decided that she was grateful that Grissom made her come here. After seeing her nakedness in picture form she didn't really want to be in her apartment despite the fact that the cameras were gone. She didn't know what else that sick-o could have done in there.

Another thought occurred to her as Grissom emerged from the bathroom. As he came into the kitchen she scooped up the second set of photos and put them back into the folder they came from.

"Uh, C-could I borrow your bathrobe and washing machine?"

Grissom cocked his head to the side at the request but nodded heading into his room to retrieve his bathrobe. She took the robe and went into the bathroom, changed into the robe then came out. She gathered her things from the spare room and went into the laundry room and threw all her clothes in the washing machine.

She padded out into the kitchen barefoot and found Grissom at the counter looking over the pictures she left out. His gaze was settled on Sara's date and suddenly she felt she had to explain.

"I didn't initiate that. He-he kissed me. I didn't really want to but he leaned…"

He looked up and he could see that she was embarrassed. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to tell him anything. He did want to know about it and her little admission eased him a bit but it didn't ebb the jealousy away completely.

He didn't say anything, he couldn't think about anything else than that she looked really good in his bathrobe…and nothing else.

Sara bowed her lead at the close scrutiny. She wasn't sure of his line of thoughts and thought the stare was about her date.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

Her voice brought him back to the present but only long enough for him to nod before dazing again as she turned and walked away from him.

TBC…

It's a short chapter but I felt it was a good one.

Up next...Grissom's alone with the pictures...