THIS ISN'T SO MUCH OF A SONG CHAPTER AS A WISH THAT I HAD TO FIT JEFF BUCKLEY IN HERE SOMEWHERE - I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG, AND I REALLY FEEL THAT IT HAS A GSR QUALITY TO IT. DEDICATED TO ALL MY WONDERFUL MINIONS.

Warrick flashed Grissom and Sara a knowing grin back at mini-bus. He had not been surprised by what he had seen, despite the other CSIs being a little unnerved by the relationship. Yes, Grissom and Sara should have been together, and indeed were, but even though the CSIs knew this, it had still caught them off guard when they had begun to spot the tell-tale signals - secretive glances, shared smiles, personal space violations, flirty comments. They suited each other, Warrick reflected. Both were private, and far too intelligent to be understood by anyone else - they were equal, and from what Catherine had told him, equal in more than one area. Ah, Catherine. He didn't know how that had happened, suffice to say that it had, and he wasn't regretting it.

"Hey." Catherine sidled up beside him, and touched his hand discreetly.

"Oh, hey," he replied, smiling at the contact. "How are you this morning?"

Catherine bit back her smile. "Tired. You?"

"Oh, I'm good. Last night - will there be another one? Just so I know, 'cause I ...".

"If you want there to be another one, that's cool with me," Catherine answered, taken aback by his openness.

Sara rested her head on Grissom's shoulder and closed her eyes. He nudged her. "What?" she grunted.

"What you listening to?" he asked, slipping an arm around her.

"Jeff Buckley. Can I go to sleep please?"

"Mind if I share an ear?" He looked down at adorable head perched on his shoulder. She looked so adorable that he contemplated buying a tube of superglue and affixing her head there permanently.

Sara pulled one earphone from her ear and slapped it into his hand.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, squeezing her side gently.

"Tired. I wanna sleep," she grumbled.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Okay. My shoulder comfy enough for you?" He shifted slightly, allowing her to lean into his body more easily. Greg had volunteered to take the first driving shift, and Brass was sitting chatting to him. Catherine was curled up on the back seat, and Nick and Warrick were chatting amiably.

"Uh huh," came the sleepy reply. Sara closed her eyes again.

Grissom listened to the voice echoing in his left ear. It was a guy singing, for sure, but it was a feminine male, a voice that could reach high places with ease. Grissom recalled that he had heard Sara playing this song before, it was, if he remembered correctly, Lover, You Should Have Come Over. He closed his eyes and leaned back.

Looking out the door, I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners.

Parading in a wake of sad relations, as their shoes fill up with water.

Well, maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong,

But tonight, you're on my mind, so you'll never know

Broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it.

Where are you tonight, child, you know how much I need it.

Too young to hold on, and too old to just break free and run.

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun.

Much too blind to see the damage he's done, but sometimes a man must awake to find that really

He has no-one.

So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn, will I ever see your sweet return?

Oh, will I ever learn?

Oh, lover, you should have come over.

'Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in.

Burning in the corner, is the only who wishes he had you with him.

My body turns, and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come.

It's never over.

My knigdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.

It's never over,

all my riches, for her smiles, when I slept so soft against her.

It's never over,

all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.

It's never over,

She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

Well, maybe I'm just too young, to keep good love from going wrong.

Oh, lover you should have come over.

I feel too young to hold, and I'm much too old to break free and run,

Too deaf dumb and blind to see the damage I've done.

He opened his eyes upon feeling a tear running down his cheek. He had never listened to the song the whole way through, but listening to the lyrics - he wondered if Sara had listened to it all those years ago, when he spurned her. To think of her thinking of him like that, it wasn't a pleasant sensation. Looking around the bus, he made sure no-one had seen his single tear, and pulled Sara into his arms even more. She rumbled appreciatively, and he smiled.

Nick and Warrick looked over at the pair. "They actually go really well together. I never saw it in my head, they just seemed so incompatible," Nick commented.

His friend shrugged his shoulders languidly. "I guess. But she wanted to go to the body farm, she never minded about the blood in the fridge. She's always backed him up. And she's waited for him. Let's face it, he hasn't exactly been quick on the uptake."

"Yeah, but you can tell he's affected by her. Wouldn't let her near the house in the Marlin case. How many times has he tried to pull her off stressful cases? How many times has he gotten jealous? He was bitten years ago, he just never noticed. Or he did, and he was too scared to do anything."

Warrick studied his friend curiously. "How did you pick up on all that stuff? I knew he didn't like it when she dated Hank, but that was it, as far as I was concerned."

"Does it matter, man? They're together, that's what's important." Nicky looked out the window for a second and then returned his gaze back to Warrick. "So, what about you and Catherine?"

Warrick's eyes expanded. "Who told you? What exactly have you heard?"

Nick laughed. "Aw, come on man. You've had the hots for each other since day one. And I haven't heard anything. Anything," he repeated.

Warrick knew that meant no-one had spilled about the night before then, a great weight from his shoulders. "We're just starting out, testing the water, if you like. See how it goes."

"Hey, I'm happy for you. You deserve to be happy. And so does she. And Lindsay," Nick added.

"You got anyone else you wanna add to that list?" Warrick questioned.

"Me. Greg. Brass." Nick shrugged. "Everyone here deserves to be happy."