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They decided to ride in together. It wasn't unusual for the CSI's to pick each other up on occasion. He wasn't quite ready to tell the team about Sara and him. She had let her feelings be known, she would respect his wishes and let him tell them when he was ready.

They both were walking up to the building when they met up with Brass. Grissom looked to Sara. "Get the team together in the conference room. I'll meet up with you there."

She nodded. "Okay. Hey Brass."

"Hey guys."

They watched Sara disappear into the building.

"Well, you look better." Grissom frowned at him and cocked his head to one side. "Yeah, okay. Not really."

They started to walk inside. "So, I got Officer Franco outside your office. He's been assigned to you during the nights and Officer Hines will be with you during the day."

Grissom shook his head and opened his mouth to talk but Brass stopped him. Brass raised a hand. "I don't want to hear it. You have them whether you like it or not. I have to get going. Keep an eye out for Baker."

He sighed. "Yeah."

Grissom came in and sat down where they were all waiting around the table in the conference room. They started to go over everything they had on the killings. After awhile they were all quietly looking over notes and pictures.

Nick shook his head. "I still can't believe we came up with nothing at his apartment. He would have had blood all over him. He had to of changed and washed up somewhere else."

Sara came out deep thought. "What's still bothering me is why his prints were on the knife but nowhere in the Cobalt's home?"

Catherine chimed in. "Not to mention he wears a size too big for the shoeprints we found. There had to be someone with him."

"Or, just someone else period." Everyone raised there heads to look at Grissom. He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "Maybe Baker wasn't involved. Maybe…someone is trying to set him up." They continued to stare. He sighed. "Look, we need to go about this a different way. Let's go back to the scene. There has got to be something we missed. Warrick. Nick. I want you to find out everyone the Cobalt's came in contact with 24 hours before their death. If that doesn't lead us anywhere then go 24 hours before that. There was too much passion and anger in those killings for them not to have crossed paths with the killer at some point before their final meeting." Grissom stood and started to gather his files.

"Yeah but Griss, it's possible the Cobalt's wouldn't have seen the suspect. It could have been road rage or something. How-"

"Just do it Nick!" They all stood still and watched as Grissom walked down the hallway.

"What is up with that?" Nick shook his head looking at everyone. Warrick patted him on the back.

"He's just fired up about the case man. Don't take it personal. Come on. Let's go."

Sara found Grissom in his office at the end of the shift. She frowned at the need of having an officer there. She stepped in and closed the door. "Hey." He looked up at her and smiled then resumed his paperwork. He looked exhausted.

She walked over to the jarred specimens and acted like she was interested. "So……I talked to Brass earlier. It seems you kind of left out the part that this guy threatened you." She looked at him and waited for an explanation.

He put his pen down and cleared his throat. "Well, not in so many words. And he didn't say my name, so for all we know he could have been talking to the officer who handcuffed him." He tried to shrug it off but he knew she wasn't buying it. "Brass is just being over dramatic."

"Riiiight, over dramatic. Grissom, have you not seen your face? He didn't beat up the officer."

Grissom rolled his eyes and his voice took on a slight high pitch. "He didn't beat me up."

She smiled. "Whatever you say tough guy."

"Sara." He always carried that warning tone very well.

"Okay. I don't want to argue and I know you're too tired to fight."

"Thank you."

"Now, onto another matter." She went around to his side of the desk and leaned her backside against it with her arms folded. He leaned back in his chair trying to brace himself for what was about to come. It still surprised and frightened him at how well they had gotten at reading each others eyes.

"Okay, so have you thought about when we go home?"

He looked confused. Apparently their eyes still needed some work.

"Considering your bodyguard is going to go with you wherever you go." She was trying her hardest to draw him a picture.

"Oh."

She smirked. "Yeah, oh."

He smiled. "You know, if it's okay with you, I'll tell Brass about us and tell him to try to keep it quiet for awhile." He put his hands in the air with his elbows bent and shrugged. "Problem solved." She couldn't believe it.

"If it's okay with me? You know that if it was up to me everyone would know how much I love you."

He smiled at her sweetly. "I know honey. I love you too. I'm just…not ready for the gossip."

She spoke softly. "Grissom, there's always going to be gossip. Hell, I bet they're talking right now." She moved to sit in his lap and his eyes widened. She kissed his lips softly. "Relax, I locked the door."

He smiled and put his arms around her. "Well, in that case." He kissed her passionately. He winced at the pain from his busted lip but the pleasure from kissing her overpowered it. When they came up for air she rested her cheek on his head. They held each other, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck.

A smile came to her face. "So, did you apologize to Nick yet?" He groaned and closed her eyes.

Sam Baker was still fuming that he was hauled in on the bogus murder charge. But he was more pissed off at the cocky cop that was questioning him. Rage was building inside of him and he decided they would meet again. Soon. He stepped into his apartment and shut the door. He turned on the kitchen light and noticed his brother sitting in a chair in the living room. He nearly jumped out of his skin.

"KEVIN! What the hell man? What are you doing in my place? And why are you sitting in the dark!"

Kevin got up from the chair and calmed himself enough to stop laughing. "Sorry man. You're a little jumpy."

"Screw you! I had a run-in with the cops last night and just got out of jail. So, excuse the hell out of me for being a little jumpy."

Kevin scratched his head and squinted a little. "Yeah sorry about that man. But you got off."

Sam stared at him and started to walk towards him. Kevin started walking backwards. "How do you know about that?"

"Um, I sort of framed you bro. But you're cool now." He laughed nervously.

Sam grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. "Why the hell would you do that?" He loosened his grip enough that Kevin could talk.

He managed to choke out, "Sammy, look…Sheila…she said that you slept with her. So …so when I got pissed at this guy and decided to kill him….I…I figured I'd take a knife that you had and screw you while killing him."

"I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH SHEILA! Dude, I can't even stand to be in the same room-"

Kevin stopped him and put his hands up. "I…I know. She told me last night…and dude, that's when I got rid of the knife."

Sam shook his head and released his hold on his brother. "How did you do that?"

Kevin just smiled.

Grissom and his team had no idea what they were in store for.