A/N Okay so here it, i hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy

I hated this…I really did. I hated everything about this. From sitting in the cramped armored trucked poorly disguised, to watching everything from a safe distance away on fifteen different little monitor screens.

Officers and people with important job titles watched the screens intently. The only consolation in this whole thing, I suppose was that I now knew that New York took care of their CSI's…gave them the best.

I watched the screens enviously. Nick and Warrick were out there right now. Greg and Mike were out there as well, while Ben sat next to me, delegating what was not his to delegate in the first place.

I intently took in the scenes on the screen, starting with the one that was on Warrick and Nick. Nick was inside, exercising on a treadmill, watching Sara with great care. He seemed to be looking just over her shoulder, focusing on the wall or another person, but his eyes were always on her, ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble. Warrick was also inside, lifting weights, casting long glances in Sara's direction every five to ten minutes. He, like Nick was ready to go at the first sign of danger to Sara, they didn't take this matter lightly, nor should they, but they were more…intense than maybe they would have been.

I turned my head slightly so I could see the screen that had been devoted to Mike's safety. He sat at a coffee shop just outside the gym, looking in and watching frequently. He had a lap top on the table in front of him and he was, as I watched him, sending messages to us. I was angry that Mike got to go out and I didn't, he had personal feelings for Sara and could be a hazard the investigation, but then again, when I stopped to think about it, I was probably more of a threat to the investigation than he was.

Greg stood at a little shop just across the street from the gym, watching for anything suspicious outside and around the gym.

And then my eyes fell onto one of the many screens that held Sara from different angles. She looked beautiful; I couldn't deny that, that fact made me uneasy and afraid. She talked easily with Chase Butler while he put his hands all over her, "instructing" her on how to do certain exercises.

She smiled at him flirtatiously, like she used to do when we first started to go out. She laughed animatedly at his lame jokes. She let him touch her in ways that were questionable. Doing all the things she had been asked to do…and I couldn't have disapproved more.

This had been a long week…a very long week. Not even half way through this undercover investigation, the FBI had been called in. Not that I was surprised, just agitated, the head of the FBI that we worked with and I didn't get along so well, we never did.

The second day they had been here the FBI leader came up to me and said "So you lost her huh? Sidle right? I remember her first undercover, she was good. I should have asked her to come work for me…" I wanted to punch him in the face. In fact I wanted to do a lot of things. Like kill Chase Butler for touching Sara. But I never lifted so much as a warning and disapproving finger.

"Whoa guys here we go." One of the FBI agents said, pressing his head phones closer to his ear, listening to what Sara and Chase said

I frantically reached for a pair of head phones and put them on, pressing the ear pieces firmly to my ear.

"I was just uh, wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight." I heard Chase Butler's smooth voice ask confidently.

I watched as Sara looked up at him almost shyly, and I leaned in closer to the TV screen to see if she was blushing.

There was a pause and then Sara said "Sure, I'd love to."

I saw Chase smile widely even though the camera shot I was looking at was not the best. "Great I'll pick you up at say seven?"

"Sure I'll give you my address." I was suddenly very glad that we had obtained a house for Sara to use just for this instance. I realized then that had we not the question would have been 'Why didn't Sara have a house for Chase to pick her up at?' and the investigation would have come to a halt. Sara would be "safe" "living" at this house and this idiot Chase would be none the wiser.

"Great, I'll see you then." Chase said as Sara began to pack up her gym bag.

"Yeah, see you then." Sara said throwing him a one hundred watt Sara Sidle smile, and then lightly touching his chest on her way out the gym.

My blood was boiling and it was a good thing- I knew- that Mike had no idea of the actions that had just been placed into motion.

Sara stepped out of the gym and into the mid-afternoon Las Vegas sun. She looked both ways before crossing the street and then once she had, she got into a red sports car that we had rented for her, and sped off, heading for either the lab or her hotel room.

"Alright, good work people. We'll meet across the street from the pickup house at five." Mark Johnson, the head FBI agent said.

One by one we slowly got out of the unmarked van and went our separate ways. I slowly dragged my feet down the side walk, heading for my car. When I had reached it, I got in, started it up and headed for my empty town house.

But when I pulled into my driveway, I got a huge surprise, but I had to admit despite the worry that set in my stomach, I couldn't help but feel it was a pleasant one.

I got out of my car and walked up to the other car that sat in my driveway. I knocked softly on the glass window of the driver's side and waited for her to respond.

She rolled down the window and looked at me with confused and troubled eyes.

"Sara, what are you doing here?" I asked worry outweighing my confusion and, pleasure of seeing her in my driveway.

"Grissom…I…I don't know…I just…"

"Sara…why don't you come inside." I said even more worried that she couldn't put a complete sentence together.

She looked at me uncertainly and then nodded, getting out of her red sports car. She followed closely behind me, waiting by my side as I unlocked my door.

I opened the door and she followed me inside, but stopped in the door way. I turned around once I realized she was no longer following me. She was looking at…well…everything. The walls, the furniture, pictures…everything.

"Sara, are you alright?" I asked slowly.

She shook her head no. "I hate it when he touches me…" At first I thought she was talking about Mike, I was hopeful, but then she clarified. "Chase, he's such a pig…and…and Mike…he tries to understand…but he…just doesn't…but you understand…right Grissom?"

I was worried now more than ever, what was she talking about, I mean I knew what she was talking about, but she was making no sense.

I walked up to her slowly and said "Why don't you go sit down in the living room, remember where it is?" I felt foolish and guilty…she would have never have had to the chance to forget had I not been a foolish and unfaithful person.

Sara gave me a strange look and then nodded, walking past me to the living room. She smelled like lilacs…I couldn't believe it but when she passed me, she smelled like lilacs.

I shook my head clear. I had come to realize that I was not what was best for her right now…Mike was…I would just hurt her, but that didn't stop me from walking into the living room with a cup of tea for her and coffee for me, ready to listen to whatever she had to say.

She smiled at me when I sat down and handed her the cup. "Thanks." She said before she took a sip.

There was silence as she looked around some more. "Sara, is there something wrong? Do you want to talk about whatever it is?" I asked softly.

She was silent a while longer and then she said "It's different here…but it's still the same."

Sara's words puzzled me, and saddened me slightly.

"What do you mean Sara?" I asked.

Sara turned and looked, put her tea down, and said quietly "I don't know…I just…I needed to get away…before I had to go back…"

I don't know how it happened, or who started what, it was most likely all me but she never stopped me and I felt…light for once, because one moment she was talking to me and then next I was kissing her.

She leaned into the kiss a little bit and my heart jumped, she was doing the opposite of pulling away. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, wanting entrance into that sweet mouth of hers, the one I had been deprived of for too long. She complied with my need and opened her mouth for my wanting tongue.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was taking advantage of her in her confused and weakened state, that I was trying to take her away from Mike, the one who made her happy. But as soon and she moaned into my mouth, all logic went out of my head and my want for her and only her became the only thing on my mind.

I reached for her shirt and began to pull upward. Sara broke apart from my lips, much to my disappointment, but it was short lived when she lifted her arms above her head, allowing me to pull her shirt off over her head for her.

I threw the piece of clothing to the floor and paused for an instant looking at her semi-naked chest in wonderment, amazement, and bliss.

Soon our lips were crashing together again and our tongues were wrestling with each other and Sara was unbuttoning my shirt like she used to when we used to do this very same thing on this very same couch more than five years ago when everything had been perfect.

As my shirt came off, Sara lowered herself to lay on the couch looking at me with lust filled eyes. She began to unbutton her pants and that's all I needed. I was on top of her…loving her in ways I had only dreamed of for the past five years.

When her pants came off and mine followed, that's all there was. It was just me and her, starting the journey of bliss we had left abandoned for years. I welcomed the journey and loved it to the very, very pleasurable end.

A/N Okay so i know that was a bit...well shocking and i know for some of you thats what you wanted to happed. But, for those of you who didn't want it to happen...all i have to say is get ready for a bigger shock...i hope it was worth the wait. Hopefully my writters block is long gone and updates will come more often. Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement!