AN: CBS Characters aren't mine, nor are the Lyrics and all rights and ownership belong to their creators. Anyway I found this bit of fluff while looking for a chapter in another WIP so posting it here for your enjoyment.

Sara pushed the button to switch cds before the song she'd been singing in the locker room could continue. Smiling as Tony Bennett began crooning through the speakers. Since partnering more with Greg she'd taken to listening to more rat pack music and keeping it in the multi-disk player. Bobby, Frank, Tony and Dean were much more to her taste than Black Flag or some industrial punk rock, so it had been a good compromise. Knowing Grissom might be sensitive to the noise she turned the volume down; keeping the music just loud enough to drown out the vehicle noise, but quiet enough not to make Grissom's migraine worse.

At the stop light she took a second to turn and look at him. She'd only gotten peripheral glimpses during the drive. His eyes were closed and his head was tipped back, giving her a nice view of his profile. The dark graying hair and brows, down the slope of his nose to full lips surrounded by that delightful beard. She turned her attention back to the road before she slipped and crossed the line by touching him.

Over the years she'd fought an internal war to not touch him, but it was moments like this that reminded her that she was still fighting and the war was still waging. When he'd come in that first night with a new beard, the battle had gotten that much harder. Her heart wanted to believe that he'd gone back to wearing the beard because he had worn one when they first met and knew she'd found it sexy as hell. She turned her attention back to the road before she slipped and crossed the line by touching him.

He wondered if she realized that she was singing as she softly harmonized with the cd as it played. Her voice blending with Tony Bennett's styling. If the song in the locker room was a warning shot then listening to Sara sing in the car was like a punch in the stomach.

"My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you body and soul

I spend my days in longin'
And wondering why it's me you're wrongin'
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul."

Sara stopped singing, the song always reminded her of the situation with Grissom, and her tears were too near the surface. Biting her lip Sara remained silent for the rest of the drive knowing it would be so easy to over talk and expose her feelings again.

Pulling into the parking space in front of Grissom's place, she turned off the engine and watched him again. He was obviously tired and now he had a migraine. She knew enough about migraines to know they could be caused by stress. He had put himself and the team under a lot of stress trying to solve the Baby J case.

They all knew cases involving children always got to him, but this was one of the worst. An unidentified toddler who was tortured before his body was dumped in the desert. She sighed quietly knowing Grissom had gone without sleep and skipped meals. Sara felt that tug on her heart she associated with the desire to take care of him. Grissom needed someone to remind him to sleep, eat and take a break.

Undoing her seat belt, she turned to undo his when his hand settled over hers. "Sara am I too late?"

"To late for what Grissom?" Looking in her dark eyes he didn't see any feigned innocence she really had no idea what he was talking about. With his index finger he tucked a stray lock behind her ear, smiling at the electricity that arched between them.

"Sara, come inside. I'd like to talk about this." He smiled at the shocked look on her face that morphed into the brightest, most beautiful smile he'd seen in a long time.

Finis

AN: For now? Let me know if you'd like to see this continued or are satisfied with the ending. Thanks Elle