I was planning on only posting one chapter a day but the last one was short, and so is this one. Also my beta was fast on getting back to me, so here you go...

Thanks Tessa.


Grissom helped himself to the coffee that Sara had left over and went back to the pictures. He took in each one again, then glanced at the note. He remembered vaguely what the note had said and reached for the folder with the intent on getting Sara's notes on the numbers.

He opened the file and saw a picture he hadn't seen before; a grainy colour picture of Sara asleep. He picked it up to get a better look but his attention went to Sara in a towel, her hair wet and in curls clinging to her neck and shoulders. He wondered about the other pictures and slid that one across the counter and saw Sara changing. He frowned then moved that one over and he got a very up close and personal look at Sara naked.

His anger flared. No wonder she was shaken up after seeing those photos. And since the pictures were screen caps from the tapes of her, he could only imagine what else the stalker was privy to.

He found the notebook and re-read the messages:

'I've been watching you for a while now. You are perfection but I'm not liking what I'm seeing.'

Grissom gathered that the guy was talking about Sara's date. This guy was obviously jealous and he would only become more enraged by Sara being with Grissom.

He looked at the second note:

'So beautiful, so perfect.'

Grissom had to agree. He couldn't help his eyes falling on the picture of Sara in the shower, he couldn't stop thinking that she looked like that right now in his own shower.

"Stop it!" he said aloud to himself. "She's being stalked and all you can think of is her naked in the shower?" he was angry with himself now.

Flustered, he finished his coffee, made a new one and re-filled Sara's. By the time he turned around, Sara had returned to the kitchen.

The picture of Sara in the shower came flooding back into his mind, her wet hair reflecting the photo. A desire he hadn't felt in along time welled up, his eyes scanned her and settled on her eyes. He saw anger and embarrassment there in her doe eyes.

"I didn't want you to see those." She couldn't hold his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry. I was looking for your notes on the numbers."

Not looking at him she shrugged and crossed her arms in a defensive posture. She suddenly felt as naked as she was in the picture before her. She reached for the file and pulled out her notes wondering if she would even be able to look him in the eye again.

"I'm gonna wait in my room for my clothes." She said and walked away.

She sounded so dejected, that he wanted to stop her and hold her in his arms until it all went away but he knew she was mortified that he had seen her naked.

"Damn!" he swore under his breath when she had gone.

He glanced at the clock and thought he should make breakfast…or brunch. He found tomatoes and a cucumber, made a jug of orange juice and toasted some bread. He prided himself that he remembered that Sara was a vegetarian. Not the he dared to forget after that raw hamburger incident. He was in the process of slicing the cucumber when Sara re-entered the kitchen still in his bathrobe.

"What's this?" she asked noticing her photos were collected and neatly out of the way.

Grissom gestured to the breakfast ingredients.

"'Cucumber unaccountably cucumbering'."

"Charlie Brown?" she asked with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Nope. Zen proverb. It means doing what normally what would have been done." The toaster popped behind him. "Hungry?"

Sara bit her bottom lip and nodded.

"Toasted tomato sandwiches and cucumber?" he asked wondering if she even like tomatoes.

"That would be great." She smiled and sat down on the bar stool across the counter form him.

They ate in silence. When they finished she glanced at the clock.

"We should get some rest before work."

Grissom nodded and cleaned up.

TBC…

I really liked that Zen proverb and it fit here so well that I couldn't resist. And it is a Zen proverb too, I had one of those daily message calenders and the cucumbering was my favourite.

Next, back to work and another note...