Disclaimer: To my great regret, I don't own CSI, the Characters or any of the songs mentioned in the story.
A/N: Just something I though of one night. Doesn't really fit into any time frame of the series. Hope you enjoy it and please review. Thanks ;) Enjoy.
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Forgive and Forget
It had become a custom now for dinner to be silent. They sat at opposite ends of the table and utter nothing but a polite 'pass the peas' for 45 minutes.
Then the silence was broken.
"I'm going to bed" Sara spoke calmly but yet distantly.
Grissom merely nodded as he poured himself a scotch. Once she was gone, he sighed. What on earth is going on here?
He looked back on the past month and couldn't quite figure out where things had gone wrong. All of a sudden, without any apparent reason, Sara had become very cold. They barely spoke, kissing seemed to be out of the question and at work she avoided him. He couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong, yet he felt he was the one who needed to apologise. What is going through that woman's mind? He thought as he poured himself another glass of scotch and turned on the TV.
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"Morning guys!" Came Catherine's voice as Grissom and Sara entered the building. Sara merely nodded and walked into the locker room. Grissom sighed and returned the greeting.
"Morning Catherine. What's up?"
Catherine watched the locker room door close and looked back at Grissom "What did you do?"
Grissom raised and eyebrow and looked at her innocently "Absolutely nothing. She's been acting like that for a month!"
"And you think you didn't do anything?! Women are a mystery to men, Gil. I get that. But when a woman acts like that, there's no mystery. You must have done something to piss her off."
Grissom simply shrugged and decided to forget about this problem until he got home again "Anyway, what do we have?"
"B&E in Henderson, simple enough, I'll send Greg and Nick. But this one requires our special attention. Give you a hint…Sandbox, Stilettos, Insulin and 20 grand a week."
She watched as Grissom put the dots together and sighed "What happened this time?"
She handed him the slip and he read it "Another murder?" Shaking his head, he walked into his office to drop off his things and came back seconds later holding his kit.
"Warrick!" Catherine shouted across the hall "How'd you like to get off paper work for today?"
Warrick smiled broadly making Catherine go weak in the knees and joined them ready to get out of the office.
"Just missing Sara…unless" She looked at Grissom wondering if he'd want Sara on this particular case.
"Lets go." Sara approached them holding her kit and smiling, though not once did she look at Grissom.
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"Never thought I'd be here again…" Said Warrick looking up at the large mansion.
"At least not on work hours" Joked Catherine as she walked to the door and knocked.
Less than five seconds later, a woman they all knew too well opened the door and stood in the door way.
"Welcome, again." She spoke in her usual, calm, sensual tone and Catherine noticed Grissom's attempt to look anywhere but at Heather and Sara "The body's in the pool house."
She pointed to the building in front of the house and proceeded to escort them over.
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"I found her this morning. I was showing some clients around and she was just there." She pointed at the body held up by chains on her ankles and wrists.
"So…" Came Catherine's voice as she noticed the obvious whip marks "…submissive or dominant?"
"Neither. She's not on staff." Said Lady Heather and all heads turned her way. That was a turn they hadn't expected. "I'll leave you to your work. Miss Willows, Grissom" She nodded at each in turn and exited the room.
Grissom sighed of relief once she was gone and seemed to become himself again as put on some gloves and started looking around.
"This doesn't look like the murder scene" He said looking at the body and then at the surroundings.
"You think she was killed somewhere else?" Catherine asked looking at some fresh wounds on the body.
"Most probably." Sighed Grissom putting on his gloves.
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Later that day, back at the lab, Grissom stood in the hallway talking to Sara about the evidence.
"Silk?" He asked as she handed him the report.
"Yes, Gil. Silk." As usual, her tone was polite yet distant and she seemed impatient.
"Sara, what's wrong?" He asked holding her arm and pulling her into his office for privacy.
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"Gil. … Grissom!" She used his last name on purpose.
"Sara, just tell me what's wrong." She turned away from him "Oh for god's sake! Just say it!"
"This isn't working, Grissom. You and Me." He looked blankly at her as she opened the door and began to exit.
"Sara…" The name came out in no more then a whisper and she was gone.
Unable to believe what had just happened, Grissom let himself fall onto his couch, his face in his hands trying to think of anything, any tiny detail he may have over looked that would tell him why this was happening.
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