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Chapter Four: The Touch

Grissom lie awake, watching Sara sleep. He couldn't get enough of her. From the way her hair fell across her brow, to the tattoo on the top of her foot. Every free moment he had that he wasn't thinking about miniatures, he was thinking about her, their life, and their future. Glancing at the clock, Grissom carefully rolled out of bed, wrapping the sheet around Sara and softly kissing her cheek.

Grissom hurried out of the room to let Hank out the back door. Hank was his dog, but from the second he'd brought Sara home with him, they were the best of friends. Sara would take him out for runs, give him treats, and Hank would lick her face and give her company when Grissom was working late. He liked to think of the three of them as the family that none of them had ever truly had. Only now, there would be another addition to their little family unit.

There were still a few hours to spare until they had to go into work, so Grissom decided to make them breakfast. Living with a vegetarian had really changed his diet. At home he didn't eat any meat or anything that contained it. Mainly veggies, fruits, and grains for him anymore. Even when he was at work, Grissom found himself eating a vegetarian diet. It surprised him how much that he'd changed in the two years that he'd been with Sara. And he didn't regret any of it.

Grissom made toast and poured juice, keeping an eye on the bedroom door. He put the food on a tray and walked it into the bedroom where Sara was still sound asleep. Smiling, Grissom put the tray down on the bedside table, then left the room to let Hank back into the house.

"Quiet Hank," Grissom hissed as the dog started whine softly, "Sara's sleeping." At the mention of her name, Hank stopped whining and sat down, cocking his head. Grissom shook his head and closed the door, and Hank rushed into his bedroom. "Hank! No!"

Hank jumped on the bed where Sara was sleeping softly, lying down beside her gently. He licked her ear and pawed at her shoulder. Sara turned over, smiling.

"Hank!" Grissom ran into the room, tripping over a pile of clothes, and flying onto the ground. Hank barked and sat up, panting. Sara sat up, startled.

"What are you doing?" Sara laughed. Grissom groaned in reply, rubbing his knees. Sara jumped out of bed, sitting on the floor by his side and wrapping her arms gently around him, "You okay baby? Looks like you failed miserably at not waking me up, huh?"

Grissom looked at her sheepishly, letting her help him off the ground. They fell back laughing on the bed. "You know something?" Sara continued, "I love you, even though you are a dork."

Grissom thought for a moment, "You know, I was thinking, maybe, to help me with the case, I could build my own mini."

Sara looked at him curiously, "Interesting change of subject," Sara shook her head, "What do you want to do? Get inside this killer's head? Unless you build one of somebody that you plan on killing, its not very likely that you'll get there."

"I know, but it might help to quiet my mind. You know, calm me."

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Grissom was having a good day. There hadn't been any murders. It was a happy day in Las Vegas. There were a few cases of armed robbery and assault, but that was better than death. He assigned his team their assignments, but he saved the best for he and Sara. It was a DUI gone wrong. The guy totaled his car and was in the hospital. It would be easy enough. They just needed to assess the damage so the D.A. could prove that the guy deserved a long time in prison.

It was almost dawn when they arrived at the scene. They got to work processing immediately. It was best to get most of it done before the tourists showed up. As soon as the sun began to rise, the tourists poured in. Any sort of accident was more exciting than a show on the strip to tourists. The bright light of the dawn reflected off of the totaled red sports vehicle.

As Grissom took the camera off of Sara's shoulder, he softly ran his hand down her arm. She smiled at him. They didn't care who saw the touch. To an outsider looking in, it was innocent. Both Grissom and Sara knew that there couldn't possibly be anyone observing that the touch it would matter to.

But they were wrong. There was one person who cared very much. She was watching every move they made with remembering eyes. The touch only confirmed was she already knew. Natalie Davis had found a way that she would make Gil Grissom suffer. She had already formed her plan. And it was the most perfect one yet.

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To Be Contiued...