Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I was on vacation; it was the first and last one of my boring excuse for a summer.

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Chapter Three- Sex, Lies, and Larvae

"Sara?" Grissom asked as he entered his office. He was surprised to see that the tall brunette hadn't gone home, but instead had come to his office and fallen asleep on a chair that was sitting in front of his desk. Seeing that she wasn't waking up at the sound of his voice, he went over to the chair and kneeled down beside where she was sleeping, but instead of waking her up immediately, he took a minute to watch her in her sleep. She looked like an entirely different Sara when she slept. Instead of seeing the reckless, self-destructive, stubborn Sara he knew, he saw a Sara that looked peaceful, yet vulnerable at the same time

"Sara," Grissom repeated, but more gently this time. Sara's eyelids began to flutter open.

"Grissom, what the hell are you doing in my house?" she asked him, still half asleep.

"Sara, you're not at home. You're in my office asleep on one of my chairs." Sara immediately shot up, embarrassed at the fact that she had fallen asleep waiting for him.

"Oh my god, Griss, I am so sorry. I was waiting for you to come in and…"

"Wait, wait. Sara, slow down!" Grissom said as she continued to ramble on.

Sara sighed as she began her explanation of her presence in his office again, but slower. "I came in here to tell you something. I figured you be in you're office soon enough, so I just decided to wait until you came in. I must have fallen asleep waiting for you…"

"It's okay, you know. I don't care," Grissom said to her, hoping to reassure her. "What did you come in here for again?" he asked as he sat on another chair, directly across from her.

"Oh, well first of all I wanted to know how things with Warrick went."

"I haven't spoken to him yet."

"Oh, alright," Sara said, slightly embarrassed about how nosy she was being.

"Sara?"

"What?" Sara asked as she snapped out of the daze she was in.

"Do you think that maybe Warrick wasn't there to gamble?" Sara smirked at the thought of it.

"Grissom," she said to him, "Think about this logically for a minute or two. Warrick, at a casino, for a reason other than gambling. Now, tell me, does that even make the least bit of sense?"

"But it's possible," he argued.

"Yes, of course it's possible. But it's also possible that a meteorite will crash into Earth and knock us out of orbit, killing us all."

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm, Miss Sidle," Grissom said, frowning at Sara. She pretended to pout at the sight of his disapproval.

"Griss, you have to stop giving him the benefit of the doubt. Don't get me wrong, I like Warrick too; he's a great guy, but he's addicted to gambling. He has a problem and he needs to know that gambling on CSI's time is wrong. You think he would have learned a lesson from what happened to Holly…"

"Maybe we should wait until I talk to Warrick until we argue over this," said Grissom, not wanting to debate the situation any more, especially since Grissom new that Sara would be perfectly happy to debate the subject all day.

"Okay," Sara said, giving up on the issue, "Well, anyway, the reason I came in here in the first place was to thank you for pushing forward with the case."

"I was just doing my job, Sara."

"Yeah, but it still meant a lot to me. Most supervisors would have just told me to give up trying to find evidence against the husband and move on to another case, but you didn't. Why?"

"Because I know better," Grissom replied smugly. Sara rolled her eyes.

"Hey, do you want to go out for breakfast?" she asked him, standing up from the chair.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Yeah, but I'm more hungry than tired. Now are you coming or not?" Sara asked impatiently.

"I would go, but I have to stay here in the lab for a while."

"And why is that?"

"Paperwork…" Grissom replied sighing at the thought of sitting in his office doing what he dreaded the most.

"Oh, well good luck with that!"

"I'll take a rain check though." Grissom said hopefully.

"I bet you will," Sara said teasingly. "I'll see you later." And with that, Sara left Grissom in his office to do paperwork by himself.

Kaye Sheldon was screaming as her husband came toward her with a gun. He had threatened her with his fists before, but never with a gun. "No," she said to him as he approached her slowly. "I'm leaving you this time, Scott. I can't take it anymore."

"You little bitch!" he yelled, backing her into a corner. "I've given you everything and you think you can just leave me."

"The only thing you've managed to give me was six wasted years of my life and bruises. I'm tired of this, Scott, and I'm leaving this time."

Scott pushed Kaye up against the hallway wall and put the gun to her head. "I'll kill you before you leave me."

"Go ahead. Shoot me if you want. I'd rather be dead than spend another day with you," Kaye said, realizing that it was true. Scott became furious with her.

"You little slut! I've given you everything. How could you even say something like that? Fine if that's what you want, then let it be." The last thing that Kaye Sheldon heard was the sound of a gunshot before everything went black.

Sara woke up from her sleep just as she had told Grissom she would; in a cold sweat under the blankets. She sat up slowly, still a little stunned by the nightmare that she had just had, and got out of her bed.

The nightmare was supposed to go away, just like all of the others. Now that she had solved the crime, it was supposed to be over with. For some unknown reason, this nightmare was different then the others. It still haunted her.

Sara sat on her couch and flipped on the television. She flipped through random channels, not really paying much attention to the TV at all, but instead thinking of all the rational reasons why she was still having the nightmares about Kaye.

Maybe it was because she could imagine the way Kaye Sheldon had felt being trapped in a marriage to an abusive husband. After all, Sara did grow up around an abusive father. She had seen what her mother had been through and look where she ended up; in jail and in a mental institution.

Or maybe it was the fact that Scott Sheldon had reminded her of her childhood and growing up with a father like that. After all, Scott had acted just as her father had done when they went to the hospital, and by that she meant always making up an excuse for the bruises on her mother and very rarely her and her brother. It was always something really simple, such as 'Oh, she fell down the stairs. She can be quiet clumsy at times, but I still love her.' Sara sighed. If you ask me, she thought with disgust, love is over rated.

Whatever the reason may have been, it kept Sara awake for most of the day, afraid to fall asleep because of the dream. Eventually, though, she grew tired and decided to go to sleep despite the dream.

Sara rested her head on one of the pillows in her bed for sleep to come to her. She slowly drifted off to sleep, silently wishing that Grissom would 'sleep with' her. Then maybe the nightmares would go away.

Once again, I'm so sorry that this took forever to update. Please review and let me know what you liked and what I can improve on!