Brass slowly made his way out into the living room. He didn't remember much about last night. Only that Grissom had come over. He wondered if he was still here. Yawning, he passed the couch and into the kitchen to start himself some coffee, but before he made in to the coffee pot something drew him back into the living room.

He smiled as he saw Sara sound asleep curled into Grissoms arms. They were both wrapped up in the blanket he kept on the sofa. He continued on his original task, coffee. His hangover demanded it.

Half an hour later Sara stirred. The smell of coffee filled the small house waking her senses. She tried to move but an obstruction was holding her back. The combination of the blanket and Grissoms arms held her firmly in place. She turned her head to look at him. He looked peaceful. The feeling of being watched had her eyes looking around the room. Only when she made eye contact with Jim did she relax.

He was sitting in his large leather chair sipping his coffee.

"I knew Gil was sleeping over, but I wasn't expecting you."

"Yeah, well I didn't think I was going to either. I came over just to give him a piece of my mind."

"And by the looks of it he convinced you otherwise."

She smiled and tried to find a way out of her makeshift cocoon. In her efforts to free herself, Grissom began to wake and his arms instinctively tightened around her body. She maneuvered her head to watch him slowly regain consciousness.

"Morning."

"Hi. Did you sleep well?"

"Hm-hmm."

She smiled as Brass spoke up. "I slept like a log."

Grissom turned his head awkwardly to look at Brass. "You should of with that much alcohol in your system."

The ringing of the phone drew Brass up and back into the kitchen. Grissom and Sara continued to lay wrapped up on the couch just enjoying each others company. But it didn't last long.

"That was the Sheriff. He wants everyone in the lab in 30 minutes. No if's, and's, or but's."

The trio reluctantly began to get their bodies moving at a swifter pace. Grissom drove Sara while Brass followed. They made it back to the lab with minutes to spare.

Sara went straight into the break room to join the others, while Grissom stopped by his office. When he finally made it back to the break room the Sheriff had just started his little speech as to why everyone from graveyard was at the lab at 10 in the morning.

Catherine, Warrick, and Greg were exhausted. They had just worked the night before and had barely made it home before the call came in.

"Gil, so nice to have you back. I'll need you on this one. Ok people listen up. Here's what's going on. The Governor's daughter was in town last night, she spent the evening at a high end club, went to a mansion outside of Henderson, where the party continued. The owner's son of the house made the call. Paramedics pronounced around 9 this morning. I want Gil, Sidle, and Stokes to start this morning. Day shift is short staffed, but Gil your lead on this."

Grissom nodded his acceptance.

"Vartan and Doc Robbins are in route, Brass I want you along as well. Willows, Brown, and Sanders you three get some rest, then come in at 4 to assist. I cannot stress the importance of this case. That will be all." And with that he turned and quickly walked out leaving Conrad standing in his place.

"Ok, you heard the man lets get rolling."

"Why don't you go roll off a cliff?" it was out before she could stop it and quickly her hand went to her mouth. Before Ecklie could say anything Grissom grabbed Sara's arm and hauled her off into his office.

"What was that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know I thought I said it to myself."

"What, you have no inner monolog now?" He bit his tongue. "Look, lets forget about this for now. We have to get going. I know how easy it is to want to smart off to Ecklie, but now's not the time honey."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's fine, lets go."

Nick drove to the scene while Grissom read over the victims file. Sara sat in the back seat reading over his shoulder. She knew he hated it when people read over his shoulder like this, but it was her way of pushing a few little buttons. He never said a word to her the entire trip.

They spent hours processing the scene. The house was huge, and the amount of trash everywhere suggested a lot of guests. Brass was trying to get names out of the young man who called for help. But with the amount of liquor in his system still, it was nearly impossible.

Grissom noticed something in the kitchen that was out of place in his mind. A pair of vice grips lay on the counter. Curious as he was he walked into the garage. Brass followed wondering what scent the human bloodhound was tracking now. Grissom moved his flash light around the shelves of the large 4 car garage. The shelves were packed with crates and totes for storing odds and ends. Brass walked about 30 feet behind him, when he saw Grissoms shoulder rub against one of the crates. It wobbled and fell to the ground. Neither saw or expected what was coming next.

The crate exploded sending Brass backwards and Grissom hurling forwards. Every person on the property and in the house rushed to the garage disregaurding their own safety. Brass was coughing and rolling to sit up when Sara stopped him.

"Brass, lay still."

Nick went for Grissom who was on his hands and knees crawling.

"Griss, hey lay down and be still." he helped him lay down on his back. Grissom let out a few coughs to clear his lungs. Nick's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he yelled for the paramedics. "Sara you had better come over here.

Sara left Brass with a paramedic to go to Grissom. Tears came to her eyes at the sight of him. He seemed to be in no pain, but as she ran her hand through his hair she noticed the tiny trickle of blood seeping from his ears.

TBC