I still don't own anything, except the Sanchez's and Lucas, that's it, the rest is not mine!

Slumped over the evidence table was how she could be found two hours later, steadily working on the case. Within the lat few minutes a satisfied smile had etched itself across her lips, though it certainly didn't make its way to her eyes.

It was at that moment that her supervisor walked in.

"Sara…" he started, eyeing the woman. He new perfectly wall that she'd probably left only long enough to tidy up her appearance.

"We've got him, Griss, we've got him," she stated, relief evident in her voice. She didn't look up at him, still putting the last few pieces of the puzzle together. "The husband did it. He had the means and the motive, and, the evidence doesn't lie."

"Sara…"

"Look," she cut him off, again, pointing to various pieces of evidence, all the while continuing her diatribe, explaining how it all fit together.

Eventually Grissom cut in, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him. When she came to a stop she was disturbingly close, for both of them.

"Did you even go home, Sara?" he enquired.

"Yes, Griss, I went home," she paused, seeing the doubt in his blue eyes. "I promise, I went home."

He nodded, slightly. "Did you get any sleep, or eat anything?"

She averted her eyes as she prepared to flat out lie. "Yes, I slept, and I ate, is that okay with you?"

He shook his head. "Not when you're lying to me, Sar…" he examined her. Her face had slowly, progressively, become gaunt, and pale, he fared what her shirt was hiding. He desperately wanted to take her home, make her breakfast and tuck her into bed, and then curl up beside her, holding her to him, to assure himself that she really was there. But he couldn't do any of that.

Instead the man moved his hand from her arm down to her hand. His other hand moved up from its motionless place at his side to her shoulder, just shy of her neck. He felt the shiver that ran up her spine and felt her tense up.

"Tell me the truth, Sara," he pleaded, wanting her to let him back into her life, to gain her trust again.

After a sharp intake of Grissom scented air, she pulled herself back to reality. "Why? You claim you already know…" she trailed off, her thoughts ended by the look in his eyes.

"Because, Sara, I want you to tell me, to trust me enough to tell me."

She opened her mouth, intent on arguing with him, but one look from those eyes, and she was quiet.

"I know these kinds of cases are tough on you, Honey," he said the word, letting it slip off his tongue, without knowing it, "and I know you have an amazing solve rate on them. But I worry about you. You get so wrapped up, I think you forget to take care of yourself," he finished, looking away from her. She was so close, he could almost feel her exhalations.

"Just let me do my job, Gil," she responded coldly, pulling herself out of his contrastingly warm grasp. She headed to the door, stopping only long enough to cast a look back to him, to remind him that shift would be starting soon.

Grissom shook his head, amazed at her ability to brush him off like that. He turned his head to the clock, realizing that she was right. Quickly he went to his office, intent on grabbing the files he'd need to assign their cases.

A few minutes later he made his way into the break room, having pulled himself together and made a phone call. The night shift was already there, seated around the table. Catherine, Warrick, Greg and Nick were talking animatedly, while Sara sat, nursing a fresh mug of coffee.

"Nick and Sara, B and E gone wrong at the Tangiers, all yours," he stated, setting the file down in front of them. "Warrick, Greg, you two are heading out to the dessert, nice, fresh DB waiting for you there," and that file was set in front of Warrick. "Catherine, you will be working with me," he gave. Earlier he was going to take Sara with him, but considering his inability to not touch her, he decided it would be safer if he didn't.

"Before we go our separate ways, who wants to work the next two shifts?" he questioned, just before the gang got to their feet.

Nick looked up. "I thought we had the Sanchez case to close up?"

"You can all thank Sara here, for that. It's a closed case, I called Brass earlier, he's picking up Mr. Sanchez as we speak," she shift supervisor gave, sending a look towards Sara.

The rest of night shift did the same. The looks in their eyes plainly questioning how much overtime their workaholic co-worker had put in to finish this particular case.

"I promised Lindsey turkey for dinner," Catherine noted.

"It's my first Christmas with Tina…"

"I told my mom I'd go home for Christmas…"

"My girl and I are planning on going on a ski trip…"

The four offered up their reasons to not work, before Sara piped up.

"I'll work."

Grissom opened his mouth to argue, but her pointed glare told him he wouldn't win this time.

"Right, so Sara and I will work tomorrow and the next day," Griss gave with a bit of a sigh. At least he would be able to keep an eye on her.

"Okay, let's go, if we're all good little boys and girls, maybe Santa will come visit," was noted. Grissom then got to his feet, Catherine close behind him, and headed to his case. The rest of the shift followed suit.

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