A/N Sorry I already had this chapter writen but for 3 reasons I didn't post it, 1. I had lots of homework 2. I dropped a chip down my shirt and couldn't find it, so I was looking for 10 min, then leaned forward and felt something crush, I releized it was stuck in my bra (sigh). 3. I like to keep you waiting at least an hour :

Again this chapter was 2 seperate chapters originaly but I had to combind them.

Chapter 2 - Part One

Sara who was working carelessly, with her mind on other things, found nothing of interest that would lead them to the killer. She did however find the Vics name and occupation. Daniel Parker, accountant at Bank of America. Sara had a strong suspicion that Daniel never knew who his killer was. It was a random killing. The only helpful evidence that lead to the killer was his looks; he looked like Nick, so much though that it frightened her.

Remembering Grissom's reaction earlier made the sickening feeling in her stomach worsen, did he think she liked nick? 'Do I like Nick?' she thought, she couldn't be sure. She knew she had feelings for him, every time he was there for her made her feel better; he was someone he could turn to. She also knew she had strong feelings towards Grissom, which made her situation worse. She liked him. She paused her thoughts, 'liked' she thought, she liked Grissom but she couldn't wait for him to return her feelings forever. Sara picked up her black field kit by the handle and moved for the bathroom expecting nothing interesting.

Besides the dandruff Nick found nothing either, whoever murdered this man, whoever it was, was awfully careful about leaving behind evidence. Nick stood up, turned around and jumped seeing Grissom leaning over his shoulder. Grissom frowned, "Sorry." He said and stepped back, "If there's nothing else at all head back to the lab. Make sure you have pictures of all the evidence before heading back. I'm going back now, I have a theory." He said smiling to himself. Nick couldn't figure out what it was good luck to anyone who could figure out the mysteries of Grissom.

"I'll pick up here, and I'll give Sara a ride. We'll be back in a few, say 10 minutes." Nick said. He watched Grissom leave before turning around, to find Sara.

Nick found Sara leaning over the bathroom faucet dusting for prints, and every few moments she looked closer examining it. Nick leaned against the bathroom door watching her for a few moments, "Going to come in Nick? Or just going to watch me?" She said startling Nick.

"No, Grissom says we should head back to the lab, he has a theory." Nick said giving his very best smile.

Sara sighed and looked up at Nick, "I guess we should head back, I have nothing. I was thinking that the killer must have washed his—"she hesitated, "Or her hands leaving behind prints. Even if they did wash their hands they wiped the faucet clean of any useful hints. All smudges." Nick furrowed his brows and looked disappointed again, Sara felt like she failed him on another lead, but shook the thoughts out of her head; this wasn't her fault after all.

"I'll give you a ride back." Was all he said before turning around and walking out of the bathroom.

In the car it was completely quiet other then the sounds of the muffled radio no one spoke. Sara looked at Nick whose eyes were glued to the rode. She could see the lines of worry etched into his face, she never saw him like this before, not even when she saw him on camera buried beneath the ground. He remained strong through out. Sara could never bring herself to do that, "We'll catch him Nick. I promise." She said, the concern was obvious in her voice. However Nick did not speak, only his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

Sara noticed that he seemed so distant, as if lost in thought, "If you need anything, if you need to talk at all." She stopped feeling tears in her eyes, she bit her lip fighting them away, "If you need to talk, I'm here you know that." Her words didn't seem to be affecting Nick at all. She swallowed then continued softer, "Nick you've always been there for me, your always the one who asks if I'm okay when I'm not. It means a lot to me, I'm just returning the favor." He blinked, surprised but kept his eyes on the rode.

"It means a lot to me too. We'll catch him."

They parked the car in the CSI parking lot, and sat there for a few moments in silence. Sara turned to Nick and smiled, "Maybe we should get out of the car." Nick smiled and reached for the driver's side car door, then stopped. He turned to Sara, "Maybe we should." He said, but moved closer to her and touched his chin.

"We should—"Sara said barely whispering, but Nick leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips. His lips seemed so soft, so smooth to Sara, realizing what she was doing she pulled back, with a confused expression on her face, "Sara I'm sorry I should—" Sara shook her head.

"No, it was—"She stopped lost for words, "Great Nick, thanks." She didn't really know what else to say, she closed her eyes lost in thought, and opened them, Grissom although outside the car several feet away was staring right at her, his mouth hanging open. Sara hesitated, before whispering rather loudly, "Nick, Grissom—"She climbed out of the car and so did Nick.

"Grissom I—"Her voice was shaking, "We… We just got here, on our way in." She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Right." Grissom said a hint of jealously in his voice, "I need you two for an experiment."

"I'll be in, in a second." Nick said he was scratching the back of his head, "I have to bring the evidence in from the back of the truck."

Sara and Grissom walked into the lab in dead silence, Sara decided to break it, "We were just… Jus—"She stopped at a loss for words.

"Kissing." He finished for her avoiding her eyes.

"It wasn't like you think, Nick just… I…" She stopped again.

"I know what it looks like Sara," Sara cut him off, her face reddened and she suddenly felt angry. All she was thinking for the past few hours flew out her mouth.

"You had your chance, all those times we worked on a case, every time I dropped hints." She said almost shouting, "Griss—I just can't wait for ever." Grissom's mouth hung open, and he stared at her. Nick walked in, stopped and looked around at them awkwardly obviously missing something. Grissom noticed Nick and shut his mouth.

"Did I interrupt?" Nick asked slowly.

"No." Grissom said looking directly at Sara; he suddenly felt his stomach twist. He loved Sara he did; he didn't want to hurt her. The fact that they worked so closely together would distract him if anything were to happen between them. He knew he should let it go but he felt he was losing her. "My experiment." He said shaking his head, "I need you Nick to wear this black sweater." Nick looked puzzled but took it and slipped it over his head. "Dandruff falls a certain way if it's in your hair." He said holding up a picture of their Vics shirt, covered in small white specks. Grissom held up a bag with white sparkles, "Nick, if you would please put these in your hair." He said.

"And I have to be the one with sparkles in their hair?" Nick said bewildered, "What about Greg, Archie or—"

Grissom seemed to be thinking about this for a few moments then he replied with a satisfactory smile, "You look most like the Vic Nick. So Nick, please put the sparkles in your hair." Sara couldn't tell if Grissom was using Nick because he looked like the Vic or if he was just getting payback for kissing her, she shook her head a little smile crinkled at her lips.

Nick shook the sparkles into his hair, "Now shake your head." Grissom said, Nick eyed his for a few moments then did so. As he did little white sparkles fell from his hair and onto the sweater. "Excellent." Grissom said as he took a few pictures, Grissom's smile faded, "Sara I need you to put a black sweater on too." He tossed it to her she caught it with two hands, "You're the Vic now, lay on the ground." Sara pulled the sweater over her head and laid on her back. "Nick now Nick, lean over her and shake your head." Nick looked at Grissom then to Sara, but got down on his knees, he put on hand on either side of Sara's body, he looked directly into her eyes, and Sara looked back but then looked away.

Nick shook his head and the sparkles fell on Sara's shirt. Grissom took pictures then said, "I need to put these onto the computer and compare them to the Vics, it should tell us if it's his dandruff or the killers. Then I'll send the dandruff to DNA. Shift's been over a little over an hour so you should both get some rest." He said reluctantly, his eyes moved towards Sara's, and then he walked out of the lab.

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Just a few hours before, shift was over and Nick and Sara were left in the lab in awkward silence. Nick looked at Sara she looked as if she was trying to decide something, "Sara," Nick said softly stepping over to her, "Honey, what is it?" She looked up at him with a pained expression; she opened her mouth as if about to say something then closed it again trying to put the words together in her head.

"Its Grissom," She said quietly, Nick put one and two together. She knew there was something between them awhile ago, but he thought that had passed, the look on her face told him it wasn't, "He saw us kissing, I just… I think I hurt him." Nick put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's probably nothing," He said his voice wavered, "Do… Do you want to talk about it?" Sara looked up at him again, he really was always there for her wasn't he? She nodded, and they found there way to the couch in the break room and took a seat. Again was the awkward silence.

"It's not a big secret Nick, I liked Grissom." She said looking at her feet, "When he turned me down a while back I just thought that was it, so I didn't bother him anymore. But the way he reacted to us…" Nick took her hand which was slightly sweaty.

"Do you still like him?" Nick asked not really sure if he wanted to hear the answer. Apart of Sara wasn't sure, and apart of her just wanted to go to Grissom and apologize, of course she didn't want to hurt Nick anymore then he was already hurt from the case, she just shook her head. Her lip twitched and her eyes started to water, she wished that this never happened, she wished that their never existed, she wanted so much for the day to end, to crawl into her bed and sleep it all away. Nick just squeezed her hand.

Although she wanted this all to be over she didn't something to lean on, Nick was there for her always, and as much as she wanted to just be friends, her head told her to just kiss him. Kiss him, it'll make you feel better, this will all be over, just kiss him, kiss him. She turned to Nick, the pain was visible in her watering eyes. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, her arms wrapped around his neck. Nick had his eyes opened for a few seconds not really aware what was going on, and then he closed his eyes placing his arms around her waist.

They leaned over on the couch finally lying down, through all the action Sara's thoughts were wandering else where. What was she doing? Did she really love Nick? Was she just using him to feel something? Feel anything? She wanted so badly to be over Grissom. Before she knew it she felt her shirt lifted over her head. It was now on the floor useless.

Forty-Five minutes later Sara reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. She looked over at Nick who was doing the same, she smiled at him, and he smiled back, more light in his eyes then hers. "We should head home." Sara said sleepily.

"Do you need a ride?" Nick asked walking over to her, she shook her head.

"I have my car here." Nick nodded and kissed her on the lips, Sara kissed him back and smiled, and "I'll call you when I get home."

"Promise you won't fall asleep on me?" Nick said smiling.

"I could stay up for three weeks remember." Sara said heading for the door Nick grinned and waved her a goodbye. She waved back and headed down the hall way. She walked down the hall way and stopped at Grissom's office, a gap in the door, the lights were off. Sara glanced in, seeing Grissom asleep, his head rested peacefully on his desk the computer light lit up the room giving a ghostly look to him. Sara wanted to wake him up, but she pushed on to her car.

Sara drove along the Strip, the lights and noise keeping her away. She thought back to that one moment with Nick. She smiled at the thought. That was the only time she really felt something with a guy. The only time she felt happy, at least for a few moments, before being pulled back to reality. She drove to her apartment building; she shut off the car and stepped out into the cool desert night air. The night's sky caught her eye, she looked up at the stars for a long time, they seemed to twinkle down at her, and she smiled sadly.

Suddenly a cold, clammy hand grabbed her around the waist from behind, whoever it was held her tightly against his body; he whispered in her ear, "You're the one he loves, aren't you? Don't lie I saw you; I saw the way he looks at you. I saw the twinkle in his eyes. All he had to do was notice me. Sara squealed, frightened tears ran down her face her eyes wide with fear. A sharp pain came from her side, she glanced down surprised to see a knife sticking out of her side, blood dropped down the blade landing on the ground one drop at a time. She screamed, her scream pierced the night, but nobody looked out to save her. Nobody. Fighting to keep consciousness she bit her lip fighting the pain, only to encounter a pinch in her arm, she looked down and saw a syringe in her arm. Suddenly feeling dizzy and tired she shut her eyes.

Next Chapter Teaser

Catherine shook her head, how could this happen to Sara? "Catherine." Warrick said, "Catherine, are you okay?" Catherine snapped back to reality.
"The syringe found contained Pentothal, its used in lethal injection as a way to put person to sleep. It can be lethal but this syringe isn't big enough for a leathal dose."
"That doesn't explain the blood," Catherine said, Saras Blood. Warrick put a hand on her shoulder, "We'll find Sara, don't worry."