(A/N: Sorry that this chapter took sooooooo long tobe put up. IO have been having major writer's block, but I am getting over it...So here it is. I hope you all have an awesome Christmas (Or whatever it is that you celebrate!))

Chapter: 10

Gil helped Sara into the police station as well. He had Jim on the phone telling him to get there quickly.

Sara didn't realize where they were until she took a shaky breath and forced herself to concentrate. Gil was a few feet away, phone to his ear. She looked away embarrassed. He knew that she made out with Greg. She knew that he did when he looked at her with the look he had at her apartment. He looked so sick.

Well, why should he? It's not like he had any claim to me!

Then why did you feel like you were cheating when you kissed him?

Oh, I'm going crazy.

Gil finally hung up the phone and opened the door for Sara. She got out of the car holding the bad close to her chest, with her knuckles white.

"Jim has a room at a hotel that he's sending you to. We're going to wait for the cop who will be watching outside your door to get here before we leave." Gil said, after he opened the door for her.

She nodded numbly, getting out of the car and followed Gil to the station door.

"What are we doing now?" She asked, as they entered the warm building.

"We're going to talk to Jim and tell him everything we know." He said, grabbing her elbow and leading her to Jim's office.

Gil didn't knock before he entered. Jim looked up from behind his desk that was scattered with paper work. He didn't look that good either, dark circles framed his eyes, and Sara could tell that the look on his face said that he was worried.

"God, Gil, when did you get that call?" Jim asked before saying any greeting. Sara leaned against the door and watched their interaction.

Gil checked his watch then reported, "Half an hour ago."

"Jesus, Sara are you alright?" He asked looking over to her.

"I'm just peachy." She said, her eyes never leaving the gold plaque that had Jim Brass engraved on it.

"How about you, Gil?" He said looking worriedly from Sara to Gil.

"He knows where I live too." Gil said as if he were just realizing this himself.

Sara looked up from the desk, "What? How?" She found herself asking.

"The first note I got was under my windshield of my car at my townhouse."

"Damnit." Jim growled from behind his desk.

There was a knock from the door. Gil was surprised when Sara jumped.

"Lieutenant Brass." A young voice from the other side of the door asked.

"Come in." Jim growled, obviously still angry with Gil for not mentioning the fact that the killer knew where he lived too till just then.

"I've been assigned watch." The young man said once he was in the center of the office.

"Well you just got yourself another person to watch then."

"Jim that's not necessary." Gil tried but was interrupted by Jim.

"Don't you even try that with me, Gil. I am not in the mood." Jim said to Gil, then he turned to the cop. "Officer Higgins, you will take these two criminalists to the Holiday Inn at the end of the strip next to Circus Circus. You will then watch over their room doors and wait till I send another officer to take the next shift. You will not let anyone inside the rooms unless you have cleared it with me. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." He said. He turned to Sara and Gil. Sara got the silent hint and pushed herself off the wall and went into the hallway.

"Jim, you have got to be kidding me." Gil said, looking over at his long time friend who had his head rested in his hands.

"You should have learned one thing about me after we have known each other for all these years. I don't kid." Jim said in a voice that had a 'final word' tone to it.

Gil gave a heavy sigh then followed Sara out of the room, with Officer Higgins close on his heels.

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Sara shut the door and set her bag down before she lay down on the bed. She felt exhausted and awake. She finally felt the effects of the alcohol wearing off, but all the stress remained. She was being watched.

She rolled over on her stomach. Sure she wasn't being stalked like Nick was a while back…right? Sara closed her eyes and groaned. It didn't make any since. They were Crime Scene Investigators. They didn't do anything but uncover the evidence and present it in court. Why would so many people have grudges against them? They weren't the lawyers that convinced others that their side of the story was true. They weren't police officers who harass suspects to find the truth. They only gathered and organized evidence.

Sara took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She'd be just fine. With Gil in the room that connected to hers, the police officer that sat by both their doors, and with her gun tucked safely in her bag.

She got up and took her weapon out. Yeah, she was safe. A moment later she was settled on the bed again, gun in her hand under the pillow, with a dreamless sleep in front of her.

(A/N: Now I really need people to tell me any ideas they are having...because I really need them, and I will use them. Please review and tell me if this is total Sht. I really need it. Thanks for reading. The next chapter will (Hopefully) be up soon!)