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


"Aren't you going to say anything?" Someone had to break that silence, and Grissom chose to be the one to do so.

"Apart that my supervisor was this close to sexually harassing me? Nope."

"I wasn't sexually harassing you," he corrected her.

"Huh, interesting. Didn't know your sense of humor could be gone so quickly," she flashed a weak smile at him and took a deep breath. If she could only hold on to this act, that would have excellent results for her… or at least she hoped for it.

Grissom's left lip curled. "But we proved that we were right at least."

"Yeah, on my expense."

"It was fun." He shrugged.

"You know, there is a limit as to how much I'll let you do that to me."

"Is there? That's too bad."

"You need to stop with that."

"I did something again?"

"The worst thing is when people don't want to admit it."

"You're making it sound like I have a problem."

"No, but you're not that far away from it."

"Upset about how the test went?"

"I just think there wasn't a need to do it. We would've proven… the evidence proved that we were right."

"But our reenactment made it easier."

Sara smirked. "You had to get me handcuffed… both hands. It wasn't an exact reenactment."

"Do I have to repeat my reasons?"

"Did I ask for them?" She got no response for him. "Anyway, too bad we didn't find anything else in the room."

"Why do I sense like you are regretting we actually went back to the scene?"

"I'm not."

"Good. Because…"

"I know, I know. I wanted to go back there as much as you did."

Grissom took a discreet pair of eyes over at Sara as she sighed and adjusted herself better in her seat. It wasn't just the theory that was proven which made him feel content with their return to the scene. He was close to her without having to explain to Sara the real reason. It made him nervous but he liked that closeness. Grissom only wished it did not involve handcuffs and a scarf.

Grissom stood on the other side of the window, watching the ongoing interrogation. Robertson's widow was being interviewed by Brass.

"I talked to Veronica's sister…" Sara spoke quietly when she entered the small room.

"Ok." Grissom kept his eyes on the suspect while listening to what Sara had to say.

"She mentioned how sweet Veronica and her husband were before they got married. Then, Veronica became somewhat possessive of him after the marriage."

Grissom nodded as a sign that Sara's statement was heard. "Let's see what her DNA tells us."

Sara's face turned to the mirror. "That's an interesting cut on her left index finger. Was she asked about it?"

"Yes. Said she cut herself with a knife in the kitchen while making dinner," Grissom replied and glanced over at Sara, not quite satisfied with the suspect's answer.

Sara's eyebrows quickly jumped to the top of her forehead as she thought about that for a moment. "We didn't find any evidence that she may have gotten that cut somewhere in the motel."

"Maybe it happened just before she crashed inside."

"Could be."

Catherine leaned against the door frame with a satisfied smile on her face. "Handcuffs, Gil?"

Sitting behind his desk, Grissom's head slowly rose up for his eyes to have a clearer view of his friend above the frames of his glasses. "What?" he leaned slightly forward, confused by her question.

"Didn't know you had that in you," she said and entered in his office.

"Had what in me?"

"A kinky side."

Realizing what Catherine meant, Grissom smirked and shook his head. "How did you know about that?"

"News travels fast around here."

"Low-life gossip, you mean?"

Catherine lowered her head without losing Grissom's face from her view. "Wanna tell me what exactly happened?"

His blue eyes were the only parts of his face that moved as he kept his confused appearance in front of Catherine. "Um, what do you mean?"

"In the room with you and Sara."

"We were going over the crime scene again." He shrugged.

"And?" she pushed for more information.

"And… we didn't find anything else."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"I would have… If there was anything to be said about it."

Catherine sighed heavily, obviously displeased by his response. "What were the cuffs for, Gil." She placed her hands firmly on her waist.

"A little experiment," he responded quietly and lowered his head, returning to his book.

"What kind of experiment?"

"Well, case-related, obviously."

"What did you do? Chain Sara to the bed?" she teased.

Grissom looked up at her. He then placed his pen on the page of the book and brought his hands together. "One piece of evidence bothered us and we wanted to see how it got to where it did."

"And what did you do?"

"Are you working on the case?" he asked patiently.

"No, but…"

"Then, it doesn't matter," Grissom said and returned his attention absently to the book.

Catherine cocked her head back and crossed her arms. "You're avoiding my question."

"I'm doing no such thing."

"What's the big deal if you do tell me anyway?"

"Why are you so desperate to find out?"

"I'm only looking out for you."

"Sure," he thought and laughed at it to himself. "Didn't realize I was in trouble."

Catherine snorted to this.

"You know me, don't you?"

"That's a pretty lame question to ask someone that does and quite well, too."

"Well, if you did, then you'd know the truth behind those rumors and you wouldn't be in here questioning me about it, would you?"

He was a stubborn old man. No matter how much she pushed, Grissom would not tell if he had chosen to do so. "Ok, Grissom. Have it your way," she said and walked out of the office.

Grissom glanced up at the disappearing figure. "How could gossip like that be so appealing to people?" he wondered and once again shook his head before finally getting the chance to return to his reading.


Once again Grissom and Sara found themselves standing in the observation area and… observing. "They're a match?" he asked without looking at her.

"Definitely a match."

"We got our killer. What did she say?" Grissom asked as he had arrived much later and basically missed the interrogation.

"That she'd let her lawyer do the talking for her."

"Mm… It's up to the jury now."

"Yep." Sara sighed.

"Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil."

Sara smiled. "Someone I know?"

"Byron," he replied.

"Ah. So, are you one of those who are for marriage or run from it like it's a disease?"

Grissom chuckled. "I think it can be a blissful thing… if you find the right mate." With that soft smile on his lips he looked over at Sara, waiting for her to return that tender stare. After only a brief moment, Sara caught his gaze with her own and smiled tenderly back at him.

Both CSIs then turned back to their guilty suspect in the next room.