A/N: I am terrible at updating anything I do. Be shocked that I'm updating this fic as early as I am. I apologize in advance if I don't keep updating at the same speed.

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Sara stirred in the passenger seat of the Denali. It woke Grissom up from his revere and he concentrated on the road like he had never concentrated before. Sara had now positioned herself at an odd angle. Her back was twisted in an unnatural way and her cheek was pressed against the seatbelt. It would leave and imprint on her chin Grissom chuckled to himself as he continued to think.

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"Thanks Bobby," Sara said as she looked over the test results.

"Welcome Sara. Glad to help," Bobby Dawson drawled. "Hope it leads you to a suspect."

"Count on it." Sara left ballistics and walked the short distance to Grissom's office. There was no use pretending to herself that she wasn't nervous about Grissom wanting to see her. Nervous wasn't the right word to use in this situation. Sara was petrified about what Grissom could want to talk to her about.

"Hey Sara," Greg called as Sara was halfway down the hall.

"Oh, hey Greg."

"How's it going?" Greg asked in an overly perky way.

"Fine." Sara thought it would be best to keep her answers short. If she started talking to Greg she would end up in the break room or somewhere else discussing the merits of the latest song by some band she had never heard of.

"You okay. You look like you have something on your mind."

Greg always did this. He always managed to get her in a position of discussing something that would take hours to explain. "Nothing at all. Just going to see Grissom about something."

"Grissom you say… You planned meeting him?" Greg asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's just I saw Grissom leave 10 minutes ago."

"Damnit Grissom," Sara thought. "Whatever you want to discuss it must have you scared. You forget that I know you. I won't let you forget about our cancelled meeting and your conscious won't let you forget either." To Greg she simply said, "You sure about that?"

"Not a lot of grey haired men around here with beards so yes, I'm positive it was him."

"Thanks Greg. I'll catch you later."

"Welcome Sara. Glad to help." Greg said but Sara didn't hear the end of their conversation.

Sara walked down the hall her destination clear. She reached Grissom's office and knocked carefully on the door. There was no answer so slowly she opened the door and looked inside. No matter how many times she'd been in his office it always intrigued her with its eccentricities. It was like the owner of the office, hidden and haphazardly put together. There was little light in the office and various collections from books to insects adorned what little shelving and counter space there was. His desk always seemed to be covered in reports and papers and the pile seemed to be growing, not getting smaller.

She took in his office before her eyes settled on the chair. She quickly read the note scrawled in what was obviously Grissom writing and dashed out the door. She had a new destination, the diner. Grissom was going to get out of this one easily, no matter how hard he might want to.

TBC.