DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from 'CSI'. They're not my property.

Note: Thanks for the reviews:-)


"We found her body here…" Sara recreated a circle on the bed with her arms while she spoke. "Meaning… she was standing here when she was shot."

"The hairs found in the bathroom then suggest that our killer was probably hiding in it, waiting…" he walked over to the bathroom's door. He then gently pushed the door away with his index finger to reveal the empty white-tiled bathroom.

"Robertson goes outside to get something from his car, meanwhile our girl is here waiting for him."

"While he's out, the killer comes in the room, shoots her, then goes out and shoots him."

"He was caught by surprise. Just like her."

"Yeah… this is where the scarf comes in." Grissom made his way closer to Sara with tightly closed lips while contemplating. "Face the bed," he then said.

"Ok." Sara did what she was told. "And?" Her answer was soon presented in a form of a lengthy black silky scarf held by Grissom. "You're kidding me…" She sensed his intentions and they were not at all satisfying.

"Just to see if we're correct about this."

"You actually brought an identical piece of our evidence…" all enthusiasm was suddenly sucked out and replaced with flatness to cover her inner blushing.

"She probably never saw her killer." Grissom then held up the other end of the scarf, forming a thick black line in front Sara's view frame. "Ready?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"It's only a scarf, Sara."

"It isn't the scarf that's scaring me, Griss. It's what you're intending to do with it that is."

"I would find this to be an inappropriate time, and place, for such an action from my part. But, if I touch you even once on a place that's inappropriate, feel free to file a complaint against me." She crossed her arms and smiled with a raised eyebrow, agreeing with the proposal. "Can we?"

"Ok," she sighed, "ok." She then heard a command. "Close your eyes." His voice was alarmingly softer there. The smooth material soon touched the soft skin of her nose, slightly lower than where it should have been placed, very close to her lips. Slowly it moved up on the line of her nose like a tender caress until it found that correct spot over her eyes, almost giving the feeling of a shy teasing. Pressure was then applied to the ends of the scarf as it was being securely tied up. When she opened her eyes, Sara saw nothing.

"See anything?" he asked her.

"Are you kidding? It's pitch black."

"Good. I'm sorry for not supplying the handcuffs as well, but I didn't manage to find a pair in time."

"Bummer."

"Although I'm sure they would've been very useful in this case."

"Careful, Grissom. We're not alone here," Sara said, hinting to the officer outside.

Grissom smiled. "Thank you for reminding me," he replied.

The next thing that her ears managed to pick up on was the closing of the door. "Nice try, you twerp!" she told herself. "If this is the same one, then she didn't see anything or hear until it was too late," Sara said out loud.

"Exactly."

"Great." Sara's hands reached over to the knot.

"We're not finished."

"But we just proved that…"

"Not yet."

Sara groaned. "Ok, what then?" she collapsed her hands on sides. Her ears detected some footsteps distancing from her. "Uh, Grissom?" she turned her head to the side. The door opened. "Officer?" she heard Grissom's voice.

More solid footsteps were heard nearing the room's entrance. "Yeah."

"Can I borrow your handcuffs please?" There was a pause; no doubt showing the police officer's confusion. "It's for an experiment." Grissom cleared it for him. "You'll have them back very shortly."

"Ok." Some clicks were heard.

"Thank you." Grissom responded and the closing of the door followed.

Sara shook her head slightly and swallowed as the footsteps of her supervisor got considerably louder, signaling her that he was returning to his previous position. "You seriously have got to be joking."

"It's only a test." He assured her.

"I don't know why those cuffs on me are going to play any role in this."

"They will. Why, you're nervous?"

"Do I sound that way?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm not."

"There's nothing to be nervous about. Having these on her would've given her less of a chance to act against the shooter if she had heard anything."

"We know how strong they can be, so there's no reason for you to use them."

"Yes, there is."

"How so?"

"I like authenticity."

"That's good. This is just plain ridiculous."

"Quit objecting already."

"It wouldn't be fun if I did that."

"Sara." He warned her.

This could clearly go on the entire night. "Just don't chain me to the bed and strip me to my underwear, and I'll be fine." She nodded anxiously. Sara heard him smirking. That was not a good sign. "You're not actually entertaining that thought, are you?"

"Sara…" he took her left wrist. "That may be a teenage boy's fantasy, not mine."

"Gee… I'm relieved." She sounded dry. Sara then felt his hand taking her right wrist. Perhaps it had been her love-sick senses or something else, but the way he handled her hands seemed careful and even gentle before the feel of his fingers was replaced by the much colder metal of the cuff. Handcuffed and blindfolded in a cheap motel room with Grissom… that was certainly not one of Sara's fantasies, test or not.

"Um, I don't mean to sound annoying, but… we found only one of her hands cuffed."

"So, he probably started putting them on her when he had to run to the car."

"Yes. Can you take them off now, please?" she asked. This was not very comfortable for her.

"Just one second."

Sara couldn't hear anything. She sighed. For all she knew, Grissom was probably killing himself with laughter. Four seconds passed. "Ok, now?"

"Just a few more."

Sara turned around, feeling annoyed that she couldn't see his face and the expression he might've been making. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Then why don't you un-cuff me?"

"I'm trying to visualize something."

"What?"

"I'll un-cuff you soon, don't worry."

"I'm not sure being in this position with you is very reassuring for me."

"I've almost taken offense to that."

"And it's not like I should apologize either."

"Don't make me throw away the key, Sara."

"I'm sure you're having a ball with this."

"If you only knew," he thought. "This has nothing to do with personal pleasure," Grissom told her.

"Of course not." She didn't believe him. "Now… please…"

"Wait."

Sara groaned again. "Since we're on this case together, don't I have the right to know what's going on?"

"In a minute."

"This is not at all comfortable, just so you'd know."

"I'll take that into consideration."

"So, tell me. What are you doing?"

"I already told you."

"Seriously. This is not funny. Either tell me and un-cuff me, or…"

"Or leave you like that?"

Sara swore that he was smiling right now. "I should've signed on to another case," she mumbled. "Ok! The killer comes in, rips away the blindfold and shoots her in the back, twice. No… she has the blindfold on first. Then the killer comes in, shoots her, rips away the scarf, probably because she or he got angry and then goes after Robertson."

"Explaining why the scarf was found next to the door, and that the blood was probably hers."

"Hers?"

"Yeah, DNA showed it to be female."

"Good, great, we explained that. Now…" she raised her hands behind her as high as possible for Grissom.

"Now, one more thing."

"What a shock," Sara sounded unimpressed, dropping her hands almost hitting her behind.

"Did you hear that?" he asked her.

"Hear what?"

"I just walked over to the bathroom and back. You didn't hear anything?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Mm. After the killer comes close enough, she positions the shotgun…" Grissom touched the middle of Sara's back with his index finger for a moment, keeping his voice soft, "…shoots her," and then removed his finger. "She then goes outside and shoot the husband," he said, never disconnecting his eyes from her, even if he could only see her wavy brown hair and not her face.

"Great, me having told you that only a minute ago. Hands please!" she hinted again.

"Sure," he said and approached her. He took it slowly. Grissom saw how his unexpected advance made her nervous, despite the lack of patience Sara was feeling to be freed from the restrains. Reaching behind her head he untied the knot and just as slowly uncovered her closed eyelids. He waited as the eyelids slowly opened, revealing Sara's warm brown eyes, like two rich, delicious chocolates. The moment she looked at him, her stare shook him inside, even though there was nothing in it; he gasped inside him with a wish to run, but his exterior was as cool as always, not showing a hint of his inner workings to her, not even through the easiest windows to the soul – the eyes.

Grissom took the scarf off first deliberately. Leaving her hands tied gave him an opportunity to uncover her eyes, and have the reason to be this close to her when that moment occurred. Even though the closeness was not a dangerously narrow one, for him it was a stilled proximity more intimate than the moment when he had pinned her down on that evidence sheet.

She never failed to be beautiful. Sara's features were enchanting to him. Grissom sighed to himself. He took a step back, not allowing his gaze to linger on her a second longer. "Turn please," he told her softly. She did and he took the handcuffs off. Grissom expected some remark from Sara, but she appeared unusually quiet as he walked over to the door to return the handcuffs.