(A/N: Ok, I lied, here's the next chapter!)

Chapter: 9

Gil kept looked over at the silent Sara that sat in the front seat of his Tahoe. After she had told him that they needed to stop at her apartment first, she had kept her eyes focused on anything and everything but him. He knew that she was mad, but didn't she see the danger?

He tried not to give into the part of himself that wanted to desperately to lecture her and just focused where he was driving.

When they pulled out in front of her apartment building he put the gear in park. He looked over to Sara who was looking at him strangely.

"What?" He asked, trying not to sound annoyed. By the small flash of hurt that crossed her eyes, he was sure that he was unsuccessful.

"I didn't tell you where I lived." She supplied while unbuckling her seatbelt.

"I'm your supervisor, I should knew where my employees live." He provided then followed her out of the car in suit.

"Where are you going?" She asked in a very pissed off voice that confused Gil.

"I'm going with you." He answered shortly.

Either Sara didn't feel like fighting or just accepted what he said, because she didn't reply but she held the front door of her apartment open for him.

He had never been in her apartment before, sure he drove by a couple times during the Marlin case but he never dared approach it. Her apartment was small, and in the corner sat a few unopened boxes.

"I'll be a minute." She said before disappearing off into her bathroom.

Gil found this the prefect moment to poke around. He looked at her large bookcase first and found the book he had given her in front of all the others. That brought a smile to his face. He moved on to her desk where there were scattered papers across it, with her police scanner. The reason she never slept. He slowly moved to her kitchen, not wanting to go towards her bed. That was too personal. He was looking at a photograph of a small boy and a dog when her phone rang. He almost jumped a foot in surprise.

Before he could call Sara, she out from the bathroom, she exited wearing a sweater and a pair of jean. Comfortable clothes.

She quickly picked up the handset that sat on her desk, and answered with "Hello."

Gil watched puzzlement fill her face as she asked "hello" again. Sara looked as if she was about to hang up when someone must have said something. She listened for a long moment, and then looked up to Gil.

The color was gone from her face and he saw fear in her eyes. He walked over to her, trying to find out what had bothered her so much, when the headset slipped from her hand. She quickly covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom.

Gil carefully picked up the phone, and pressed it to his ear. His listened for a second then a voice came through.

"Ahh, Dr. Grissom. Helping out an employee again, I see."

"Who is this?" He asked.

"I would think that you would ask how I knew it was you, or how I knew you were helping out your employee. But ever the investigator, asking who I am." The voice said.

"How did you get this number?" Gil asked trying not to be intimidated by the man.

"You can easily find a phone number if you know the full name and address of a person."

Gil almost stopped breathing; he quickly looked to the bathroom where he heard the toilet flush.

"Oh, don't worry, Dr. Grissom. Sara's just fine. She got upset when I mentioned the fact that it's highly unprofessional to make out with another co-worker at a crime scene. Don't you agree?"

Gil watched as Sara came to stand in the doorway; she looked sick. But then again, he was pretty sure that he did too. Sara making out with another man at a crime scene? When had that happened?

"You know the crime scene you were at a few minutes ago? Wow, you look so confused from even out here!" The man said with a small laugh.

Gil's eyes bulged out as he looked to the windows. When he only saw darkness, he looked over at Sara who was hastily packing things.

"Yeah so you better hurry up and take her to that hotel. You wouldn't want me to know where she is, or she may join your other cases in the morgue."

Gil hung up the phone as Sara zipped the bag.

"He was at the scene." Sara said hurriedly as they made there way to the front door.

"I know." Gil said back. A quick look as Sara told him that she looked like she was about to be sick again. "Come on, we're going to the police department."

She nodded and followed him out of the apartment. When they finished descending from the stair case, Gil stood behind Sara with his hand on her back as they made their way to the car. He got Sara seated before he made his way to the driver side of the car. He quickly drove away from her apartment, going fast than the speed limit allowed.

So this man was stalking Sara, he had watched as she and Greg kissed. Sara and Greg kissed. Gil didn't know if he was afraid for Sara or mad at her. How could she go behind his back and kiss Greg? Didn't she still have feelings for him? You know, by the time you figure it out, you really could be too late. Too late.

Only when the apartment was out of view, Gil looked over at Sara.

Her eyes were wide as they stared out the window in front of her; he looked down to her hands. Sara's knuckles where white as she held on the handles of the bag.

"Sara…are you alright?"

Her expression didn't change.

"Sara, come on, talk to me. What did he say to you?"

She still didn't look over at him.

Gil reached his hand out and grabbed on of hers. It immediately tensed, but a second later, she tightened it on Gil's.

"I know who he is." She said softly.

Gil looked between the road and Sara as she continued.

"He was at that dinner. He kept talking to me." She blinked a few times then looked at Gil.

"He didn't look like a killer. He looked normal." She paused for a second, and Gil didn't interrupt her. "I mean, not like the killers we deal with. When we work a case, and the killer is present at first, I get a weird feeling around that person. But it didn't happen with this guy."

"Sara," Gil stopped. He didn't know what else to say. What could he say that would possibly say that would comfort her? He gave a heavy sigh before announcing, "We're here." He said at last when they drove into the parking lot.

(A/N: Sorry that it's so short, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway. LEave me a review. Give me some ideas on how to make this story better! Thanks!)