Okay, chapter 4. Hope ya'll enjoy.

Btw, just so ya'll know: I am aware that this does not follow the new season in anyway shape or form... As I am not home to watch it, I don't know what went on in Built To Kill part 1, nor will I get to see part 2. Though I will be watching the rest of the season. However, this story will continue on it's current course, and anything that happens in the new season will not affect the story in any way.

Also, to those who have revieed so far, much thanks to you all. I appreciate that you are enjoying the story. Keep up the reviewing, for future chapters.

NOTE: This is going to be a fairly short Story as it is actaully my first CSI fic, and whenever I write a type of fic for the first time it is generally short... Any I write in the future will be much longer.
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"Hey, Grissom!" I said, as I caught up with my boss, "if you're going to see Sara, I want to tag along."

Grissom turned to look at me, and shrugged. I took that to be a yes, and got in his Tahoe with him. "So what was that phone call about?" At first I thought he wasn't going to answer.
"Doctor said Sara woke up, panicked, and has been asking for me," he said, his tone void of any emotions.

The drive was a silent one, but it wasn't a comfortable silence. The idea that Grissom was emotionally involved with Sara was still an alien one to me, even if I had seen it coming, for years, and after hearing what Greg had found out, I wasn't quite sure what to say to him, so I didn't say anything. When we arrived at the hospital, Grissom turned off the ignition, but didn't get out of the vehicle. It was a few moments before he even moved.

"I read a book, once, Warrick, that said love, or any emotion, is nothing more than a chemical reaction in your brain," he stopped there.

"I'm going to venture a guess that you don't believe that..." I said.

"What makes you say that?" Grissom asked. I knew he was testing me, so I made sure I had the best possible answer in my head before I spoke.

"You wouldn't have been so quick to go to the side of a friend, and lover, who needed you, if you believed any feelings you had for her were nothing more than chemicals," I said, carefully.

"Very good," he said, with a nod. He started to open the door, before I stopped him.

"Griss... You do love her, don't you?"

His reply was so quiet, I didn't quite hear it, but I would have bet anything that it was a "yes". "Have you said as much to her? I think Sara needs to hear the words actually be said by you."

"Those three words, Warrick, are said too much," Grissom replied, slowly, "And, they're not enough..."

He got out of the car then, but I knew he'd eventually say what he felt. Even if it was a while down the road.

A doctor stopped us, once we were in the building. He was a fairly young man, taller than either me or Grissom, with dark hair. He wore a surgical mask, pulled down over his neck. My guess, he was about to go into a sugery. He said something to Grissom, but I didn't catch what. When I was close enough to hear the conversation, Grissom was asking how Sara was doing.

"Well, she made it through the night, and that was the biggest obstacle. Her chances have gone way up." I notced something like reproach in the young doctor's voice, but it was only there for a moment. I could tell Grissom had heard it too, for his eyes momentarily darkened, but he said nothing.

"Other than her little panic attack, she's been fine..." there was the hint of reproach again. This time though, Grissom didn't notice it. Maybe I was just imagining things.

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"Sorry," I said to Catherine and Nick, "It's not a match... "

"So where does that leave us?" Nick said, with a groan. He seemed to be speaking more to himself that anyone in the room.

"Well, until we can get ahold of the other suspect, no where," said Catherine, "Thanks anyway, Greg."

"Um, there is something you should know..." I said, as the two began to leave, "The DNA from Sara's nails, and the DNA from your suspect were very similiar... I'm going to guess relatives of some kind, a father, or brother."

"Well, I could check, but I think his father's dead..." said Cath.

"Wait, he said something about his brother, worshipping his sister... Think you can find anything on him, Cath?" Nick asked.

"It would help if I had a first name, to go with the last, but I might be able to dig something up. I'll let you know what I find." With thaty, Catherine left. Nick followed. And I was left on my own. With a shrug, I went to see if I could find Warrick, maybe he'd found something from Warrick's clothes.

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I was sitting in the breakroom, having lunch, when I was unable to stop a yawn, that had been trying to get out for a long while. Granted, I hadn't slept since at least forty-eight hours before-hand. The news about Sara had interupted me, when I had been plannign on getting some sleep. After that, I hadn't even thought of sleep... the eighteen hours afterward had been too stressful to sleep. I yawned again, this time though, someone saw me.

"You ought to go home and get some rest, Brass," said Sofia, "You're the only one who doesn't have a job to do right now."

"That's exactly why I'm not going home," I replied stubbornly, "I don't want to be reminded of that fact."

Sofia sat across from me, and tapped her nails on the table. After a moment, she tucked her long hair behind her ears, and looked me squarely in the eye, "Seriously, Jim, go home. There's nothing you can do to help right now, and you're falling asleep on your feet. I've seen you nodding off all night."

I sighed, she was right. But I hated not being able to help in a case, especially when it involved a friend. I sighed again, this time in defeat, and got up, "right, Sofia, you win, this time. But I'll be back."

"Wait until the sun goes down at least," she said as I left, "That'll give you a solid ten hours at least."

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I saw Warrick and Grissom walk into the room, and sat up a little straighter. So the nurse had kept her promise, and called Griss... Good. I had been afraid she'd only said it to keep me quiet.

"Afternoon, guys," I said, trying to sound normal.

"Hey Sara," said Warrick, "How're you feeling?"

"Like a tenderized steak," I replied, with a sarcastic smile, "Other than that, fine."

"What did you need me for?" Grissom asked. How like him to get right to the point.

"I think I saw the guy," I said, matter-of-factly.

"You think, or you did?"

"I think... I woke up, and saw him... but his hair was different... Not as long, and not the same color...I dunno, I may have been imagining things, but I wanted to be sure..."

"You know," said Warrick, to Grissom, "Greg did say he found a sythetic hair at the scene... Chances are, our perp. was wearing a wig. "

"Yeah," Grissom replied, "But why would he be here, in the hospital?"

"Excuse me," I said, annoyed at being left out of the conversation, "I'm here too, you know. And like I said, I admit I may have been imagining things, but I wanted to be sure." Neither of the men spoke, and I noticed why. They were both trying to hide yawns behind their hands. "Have either of you slept?" I asked, knowing the answer was no. Both nodded. I raised my eyebrows skeptically, and they both shook their heads. "I thought not. You two should go home and get some sleep..."

"You can't talk Sara," Warrick pointed out. "You're the one who stays up for days on end when you can't figure out a case."

"If I weren't bed-ridden Warrick, you'd be a dead man," I retorted, even though I knew what he said was true.

"I'll remember that, when you get out of here," he replied with a smirk.

"If I do..." I said, somewhat bitterly. I instantly regretted when I saw the way the men's expressions suddenly darkened, with worry, and anger. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... "

"It's alright," said Grissom, but I knew I had upset him, "Anyway, Warrick, we should be getting back to the lab before Ecklie throws another fit. And Sara's right... We, and the others do need to get some sleep."

The two turned to leave, but turned around when I called out to Grissom. "Griss... Wait a minute, please."

Warrick muttered "I'll go see about gettin someone up here as a guard..." shut the door as he left the room. This confused me. Grissom appearently saw this, and said, "He knows... so does the rest of the team," Then he added, in an amused tone of voice, "That's what happens when you let them dust your room for prints, and check for DNA..." He turned serious again, and approached me. Not without an ample amount of pain, I reached out and took his hand when he got close enough, and pullled him down towards me.

When his face was onky a few inches from mine, I released his hand, and caressed his bearded cheek. "Promise me you won't drive yourself mad over this case? Don't be like me, and deprive yourself... You won't do much good if you can't concentrate." He put his hand over mine, crossed the distance between us, and kissed me. We stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity, before he pulled away, "I promise," he said quietly, then straightened, and left.

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Well, that helped... Not. Things weren't getting better it seemed. I had done the check on Adam Hopewell's brother myself, since Catherine had gone with Sofia to check up on our second suspect. So far, things weren't looking good. He had gone to medical school in New York after the death of his sister, and then had disappeared a year later, without a word to anyone, and no sign of where he'd gone. No body had ever been found, not that had been indentified as Jonathan Hopewell anyway. But he'd never been found alive either. After two years of searching, he had been declared dead.

You're not dead until they find your body... I thought, acting on a hunch. It took some time, but I eventually found another record of him, in Los Angeles, from three years after his disappearence. Well well well. Not gone after all, Mr Hopewell... After that though, I couldn't find anything... After that it was as if he really had disappeared. Though my guess was that had been his intention... To comepletely disappear. I was about to check something else, when I heard someone calling me.

"Nick!" it was Grissom, "Nick!"

"What!" I shouted over my shoulder.

"Get in here!"

"Where's 'here'!"

"The breakroom... Now!"

With a sigh, I got up, and headed for the break room, grumbling. I arrived to see everyone else there, as well excluding Sara. Everyone looked like they were going to fall over at any minute. They looked like I felt. "What'd you want?" I asked, sitting at the table.

"I want everyone to go home for a few hours at least and get some sleep," said Grissom. "Sara's orders."

"Do we have too?" Greg asked, though as he said it, a large yawn escaped him.

"Yeah, we do," said Warrick, "We're all tired." Everyone nodded in agreement.

As everyone was getting ready to leave, I caught up to Catherine, "Hey Cath," she turned when I said her name, "Oh, what's up Nicky?" she asked with a small smile. There was my heart doing flips again. "Um... I wanted to know what happened with our other suspect?"

"Wasn't home again... We checked where he worked too, said he went on vacation a week ago."

"Oh I see. Well, I'll see you later I guess."

With that, everyone left the building

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