Disclaimer: To my great regret, I don't own CSI, the Characters or any of the songs mentioned in the story. I do however own all the mistakes.
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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Sitting in the break room, Catherine heard Sara's voice shout 'Grissom' moments before the door opened and she stormed out. Curiosity took over and she walked over to the furious brunette.
"What's wrong, Sara?" Catherine asked in a protective, motherly tone.
"Nothing, can't you all just leave me alone?" Sara tried to walk away.
"No, we can't. Sara, I worry about you. I just want to know everything is alright." Catherine held her wrist in her hand to prevent her from going "was it something Gil did?"´
Sara just stared at the floor "It's many things…it's too complicated and I don't want to talk about it. Ok?" Her tone was strong and determined and Catherine decided not to press her anymore…for now
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When he got home, he found the house in full darkness. There wasn't a sound.
He hadn't even been sure if he should go home. Then again, this was as much his home as it was Sara's and he wasn't going to give up without knowing there was nothing he could do to fix things.
The next morning, Sara walked into the living room to find Grissom lying on the couch. His glasses in one hand, a book on his chest. Normally, she would have found herself aching to lie on top of him. But today, she didn't. At least now I know why she though as she moved to get something to drink.
It had all happened so fast. She didn't know how to handle things. She knew he loved her and, god, she knew she loved him. But this was all too much. She figured he'd run from it, so it was better to let him go now than be hurt later.
After breakfast, she left for work and figured she shouldn't bother waking him.
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Grissom walked into the break room rubbing his neck. Sara knew how bad it was for him to sleep on the couch and she'd left him. It hurt, but now was not the time or place to deal with it.
"Catherine, hit me…" He said pouring himself some coffee and waiting for Catherine to tell him the assignments.
"Well, since you were late, Greg and Nick are already on their way to another B&E in Henderson and Warrick is already on his way to Heather's with Sara. We'll join them as soon as you're ready."
"Fine…let's go." He put down the cup of coffee and headed for the door. Catherine sighed noticing his bad mood and followed.
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When they finally got to the scene, they were met by Warrick and Sara. Neither Sara nor Grissom looked at each other and though the tension was obvious, Warrick and Catherine seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to ask questions.
"So…Warrick, Sara you process the pool house, we'll process the perimeter and main house." Catherine looked from Sara to Grissom as she nodded and walked off back to the pool house without a word or look his way. Once Sara was gone, Grissom too started walking away.
"Gil…wait up!" Shouted Catherine as she ran up to her supervisor.
"What?" He asked bitterly.
"Look, whatever is going on between you two, keep it at home. We don't need your attitude here and I certainly don't need it." She sounded slightly angry but at the same time concerned.
"Sorry. I'll start inside, you take the perimeter, come and find me when you're done." He spoke in a monotone voice obviously trying to hide his annoyance.
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A while later, Grissom had finished the entire upper floor except for the largest bedroom. Judging by the fine décor and clothes in the closet, he figured it was Lady Heather's and took extra care in handling things.
"Expecting to find something?" Came a sensual voice from the door way.
Grissom turned to see Lady Heather leaning against it, arms folded against her body. Though he knew it was wrong, he could help feeling attracted to her. Hey, at least she speaks to me he thought. "Will I?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Smiling, she walked in to the room and closed the door.
"You might find something…" She kept walking closer to him, her gaze never leaving his face.
In his mind, Grissom was panicking. Sara had told him it was over. He was hurting. There was a gorgeous dominatrix standing in front of him. Ethically he shouldn't do it. Logically, there was nothing stopping him.
Before he knew it, her hand was on his face and she was standing mere inches from him.
"You can say stop." She whispered as he placed a hand on her hip.
"If I wanted to, I would have…" Now he brought his hand to her face and passed his thumb along her jaw-line. He passed a finger over her lips and she gasped.
From that point on, it was all a bit of a blur to Grissom. He remembered the kisses, he recalled removing her clothes and her removing his. He even remembered making love to her. But what he remembered most was the lack of something. He couldn't call what had just happened 'making love'. There was no love. The only woman he loved was outside and he was lying in bed with someone else.
If earlier he hadn't known what to apologise for. He did now.
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"Where've you been?" Asked Catherine as Grissom walked down the stairs to the foyer.
"I was processing the bedrooms" He tried not to look at Heather as he said it; he'd processed more than the bedroom.
"Well…did you do the entire top floor?" Catherine asked.
"Yea….I just have to finish the bed room." I'll meet you guys outside when I'm done.
Catherine nodded and walked outside to join Sara and Warrick. Lady Heather followed Grissom upstairs.
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"I'll be done here in a minute." He said as he heard Heather approach him.
"Take your time. I'll be down stairs, Gil." She smiled and walked away.
Grissom hung his head as he crouched over his field kit. Shit! Was all he could think before proceeding to analyze the room.
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"Hey, Cath…" Catherine heard Sara call as she waited by the car.
"Yea?"
"You seen Grissom?"
"He's processing Heather's room. Why?"
"Well, Doc Robbins just called, he found some more silk fibres in the vic's lungs. I looked for the source in the pool house, no luck. I'm thinking murder weapon." Sara explained.
"Check the main house. I'll wait"
Sara nodded and walked up the driveway to the large mansion.
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"Miss. Sidle, can I help you?" Asked Heather's voice when Sara entered the living room where she was sitting.
"Um…actually, yes. Do you know where our victim might have gotten red silk fibres from? There weren't any in the pool house." She looked around the room.
"I have red silk sheets on my bed, I can't think of anywhere else. You're more than welcome to examine them."
Sara nodded and headed upstairs.
On the way up the stairs, she walked by Grissom. She didn't look at him, but what she found strange was that he didn't look at her either.
Once the sheets were bagged and all the evidence collected, Sara joined the other three CSI's by the cars to head back to the lab.
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The drive to the lab was silent.
Catherine kept her eyes out the window for the most part, occasionally glancing at the tall, sexy CSI beside her.
Warrick kept his eyes on the road, he too occasionally chancing a look at the beautiful blond sitting next to him.
Grissom hadn't and didn't once look at Sara. He couldn't bare to look at her and see the inexplicable anger in her eyes, imagining what she would do if she found out what he'd done.
Sara too kept to herself. She was relieved that she had so much evidence to process; she wouldn't have to go home until he was already asleep.
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"Greg!" The young CSI turned at the sound of his name to see his favourite brunette walking towards him.
"Yep?" he asked as she approached
She handed him some swabs "I need you to run DNA comparison on these." He took the swabs and walked into the lab. Sara followed.
"What case?" He asked sitting down at his desk.
"Murder at the dominion."
"Ooooh…Sounds like a great book title." He joked as he cleared away some files.
"Anyway, I figure, if the victim was asphyxiated with one of Heather's sheets, and the coroner says she had sex shortly before dying, then we've found our crime scene. Also, I'm betting the killer left behind some DNA." She smiled and pointed at the swabs.
As Greg got to work, Sara left for the locker room; it was the one place she could be away from Grissom.
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Greg had just walked back into his lab to check on some reports when his computer started bleeping indicating he'd found a match to the swabs Sara had given him.
Looking at the computer, Greg saw several matches to the many semen stains and only two female matches. Though the two women were no surprise, one man was.
"What the hell?" He asked himself as he checked through all the reports to find a mistake; there was none.
Shocked, he stared at the screen wondering what to do next.
"Hey, Greg?" Came a voice from the doorway causing him to look up.
"Yea? Oh, Sara, hi." He tried to smile.
"You have my results?" She walked over to him and he switched off the monitor. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him questioningly.
"Greg…what are…" He cut her off by grabbing her arm and taking her into the empty break room.
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