Title: Last Chance - Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I really want them. Really I do. But I can't have them. I just borrow them from time to time. So I'm still not making any profit. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

Authors' note: This chapters a little short too because the way I am trying to write it only allows me a little at a time. So I apologize. Again. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. I don't know anything about forensics. Or being a cop. :) All I know is my GSR. So forgive me on the rest of this. Oh and, everything written in italics, like this, is a THOUGHT of the character.

Grissom was sitting in his office. The case he had been working on before the double was finally falling together. The final fiber had been identified and definitively connected to the ex-husband. Along with the DNA evidence and the fact that his alibi was so thin you could spit through it, he was going to jail. For a long time.

He was just finishing his report when the phone at his desk rang. "Grissom . . . "

"Hey Grissom, its David. You should come down here. There's something you should see."

"Alright David, give me ten minutes."

"Ok, see you in ten."

Grissom hung up the phone and got up from his desk. He started down the hall and saw Sara from the corner of his eye. "Hey, Sara!" he called.

She turned to face him and he waved her over. Something must be changing. He thought. Even just a week ago he would have just paged her to meet him in the morgue. Instead here he was waiting patiently as she excused herself from her conversation.

As she walked closer to him, he wondered again what his problem was, ignoring her for so long. She was perfect. There had to be something wrong with his head.

"What's up Griss?" Sara stopped beside him and he started walking again.

"David has requested our presence in autopsy."

"Did he find something?" Sara asked expectantly.

Grissom slowed his step until he was beside her."He just said there was something I should see."

Sara smiled. "Probably a bug."

Grissom knew it was a lame joke, and a serious subject and he shouldn't have smiled. But when he looked at her, her smile was real. And that seemed to light him up inside. He couldn't stop his own smile. It just overtook him. "Funny, Miss Sidle, funny . . . "

The rest of the way there was walked in silence - but it was a good silence. There was no pressure behind it. He was however terribly aware how close she was. Her body heat seemed to be radiating off of her and gravitating toward him.

Standing and waiting for the elevator almost killed him. She started shuffling her feet, always the impatient type. And everytime she landed on her left foot her arm brushed against his. With every small contact he had to swallow to keep from sighing out loud.

When the elevator finally arrived, he stepped on and she followed. And she stood so close that now it was a constant touch, her shoulder against his. And Oh no - now he could smell her. None of his CSI's wore any sort of cologne or perfume, not even scented lotions, when on the job. It interfered with their sense of smell. But something, her shampoo or something, was driving him crazy. He had a sudden desperate urge to sniff her . . . his brain just needed to know what that was before he just - oh thank god - the doors opened.

He stepped off in a rush. Eager to get fresh oxygen to his brain and get the scent of Sara out. She didn't seem to notice the pounding of his heart which was beating hard enough that they should have been able to hear it all the way down the hall.

She made the slightest physical contact again as she moved to walk beside him. And again it felt like an electric tingle. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she know what she was doing to him? It was a good thing she wasn't talking right then. He wasn't sure he was capable of having an intelligent conversation. Knowing his recent luck, if he opened his mouth to say anything, the only thing that would come out would be drool.

As they walked into the morgue, David looked up. "Oh good, you're here."

Grissom walked over and stood opposite David, across Andrew's body.

"What have we got?" Sara asked and slowly walked around the table until she was standing 'thisclose' to Grissom again.

David looked at Sara. "I'm assuming none of the blood at the scene was human."

Grissom raised an eyebrow. "How did you know that?"

David pointed to the body. "There is no wound on either body. Not so much as a defensive wound or ligature mark. Dr. Robbins found only four hairs to even confirm there was another person in that house at all. They were dark brown, and both vics are blonde, natural or not . . . "

"Yes David, we know, we got a profile from DNA." Grissom interrupted

"Sorry . . . " he looked at Grissom. "And I've confirmed that neither heart was human. My initial suspicions were correct. Both belong to a dog, and judging from the size of the heart, a big dog - or, better, two"

Grissom nodded. "Yeah about what we expected . . . giving the blood. Got COD yet?"

"Once I got the blood washed away I noticed the discoloration of the skin. Notice the pink tinge?"

"Cyanide?" Grissom asked.

"You got it boss. They ingested it. I found it in both stomach contents. Along with some undigested supper - Filet Minion - no celebrity can cook that well . . . " he stopped

Grissom picked up where he left off " . . . wonder if they hire a chef? Sara . . . ?"

"I'm on it Grissom - if there is one, we'll find him."

Grissom dead panned "And find out if cyanide is a good seasoning or maybe it was just a chef special for the night."

Sara wrinkled her nose, which Grissom found adorable but just innocent enough to not quite cross the 'erotic' threshold.

Then she smiled and winked at him did she just wink? which did cross that threshold.

"Or maybe it's the chef's special secret season . . . "

Grissom shook his head. He just had to wonder if Sara had been getting enough sleep.

She took off out the door already on her cell asking to talk to Captain Jim Brass.

"She's a little... off... today isn't she?" David remarked.

Grissom just shot him a look. "Anything else David?"

"Uh, no sir, but I'll call you if anything changes - uh, you know what I mean."

"Yeah David, I got it." Grissom was out the door half a minute later.

Twenty minutes later Sara knocked on his office door. Grissom didn't even need to look up, he knew she was coming by her footfalls in the hallway. They were uniquely hers.

"I'm going back to the house . . . wanna come?" she asked with a wave of her hand and a invitational wag of her eyebrows.

How on earth could he say no to that? She looked so eager. And this was a nice change from the sullen Sara he never even saw lately.

"Sure." He grabbed his kit and followed her to the car.

To Be Continued . . .