A/N: Thanks so much for the fabulous reviews! I hope that you enjoy where I'm taking the story. This is just a little fluff that came to me when I was trying to introduce a moment that I've been meaning to have since the beginning. I still haven't written the part... But this is a pretty good substitution! Enjoy!

Chapter Six: Random

Brass called him at work early that day. He had a new lead on one of the Dell foster children. Trevor Dell was his name. Grissom left Nick in his office to ponder over the perfect scale model of his office he'd built, and left to join Brass immediately.

They had the landlord open the door, "He's never there around the time of the month the rent is due," The man informed them.

The place was freezing. Brass walked around, observing no visible disturbance until he came to the bathroom. Grissom was distracted by some action figures on the bookcase. And amongst them, a miniature of a body.

"I found a body," Brass announced. Upon getting no reaction from Grissom, he headed to where he was standing, "Suddenly lost your interest in dead bodies?"

Grissom pointed out the miniature body, "It looks like the miniature killer was here first."

As the CSI's came in to process the scene, Grissom couldn't help but be thrilled. On the small doll, there was an engraved bracelet. This could be the break he'd been waiting for. Grissom needed only to go to the miniature specialty shop he'd discovered.

When Sara showed up, he led her to the bathroom to process it, "It's all yours my dear," He added with a smile.

The day went by very quickly. Grissom and Catherine found a finger print and skin cells on the mini body. When Grissom took the mini to the specialty shop, the man remembered making it, and was able to provide Grissom with a first name. It was finally enough to get records from the foster care system. The girl's name was Natalie Davis, and she was the miniature killer.

Grissom would have been content to work a triple shift in order to track down this mysterious girl, if not for Sara, "Remember the whole 'fresh eyes' thing we've been talking about?" was all she needed to say, along with a wink in order to convince him to go home.

When he arrived home, Grissom tried to sit down and read the mini killer case file for the billionth time before Sara took it away from him, "Spend a little time with me instead of the killer, okay?" Sara said teasingly, "You spend so much time with this file, I might need to start getting jealous."

Grissom inhaled deeply, this case had been on his mind every day for the past nine months. All he needed was a little more time to find this girl, and it would all be over. Hopefully, they would catch her before she struck again.

Sara sat on the floor in front of Grissom, observing him while he pondered this idea. Hank came over to sit with Sara, she rubbed his ears and waited for Grissom to look up.

"How do you put up with me?" Grissom asked when he finally looked up at her.

"With you getting completely involved with cases? Or your weird hobbies? Or your bugs? Or just you in general?" Sara joked, "It just comes naturally to me I guess." To be honest, she hated Grissom when he was like this, somewhere far away where she couldn't reach him.

Grissom climbed out of his chair to join Sara and Hank. He had to be the luckiest man in the world to have ended up with Sara. Grissom reached for Sara's hand as she climbed to her feet, "What are you doing?"

"You'll see…" She answered.

She went to the stereo and popped in a CD. The music started playing as Sara flipped through the tracks. She seemed to find the one she'd been looking for as she turned up the volume, "Remember this?" Sara asked quietly.

If anything, she knew him better than anyone else. All the worry and tension that had built up in him drifted away as he listened to the song playing. He smiled as he remembered what Sara was referring to.

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It had been a few short weeks after Sara had confided in Grissom about her family when it happened. Adam Trent attacked Sara in the mental hospital where they were investigating the murder of one of the patients. She ran, and instead if letting her be alone, Grissom went to her. She confided in him more. She told him about her mother once being in a mental hospital. About it feeling and smelling the same as the one they were in. She said she wanted to finish the case, that she needed to. And Grissom decided not to let her go through it alone. He'd help her in any way he could.

Later, when he watched Sara confront Adam's mother about her actions, Grissom knew that he had to make his move then. Or else he never would. But after Sara came out of the interrogation room, she was cold. Grissom couldn't do it. He went out to his car, beating himself up for missing what he'd believed should be the last chance he deserved. Sara walked out of the police station then, distant. Grissom seized the moment.

He opened his car door and called to Sara. She turned to find Grissom walking towards her. Grissom took a deep breath, "You want to go get a drink? Or something?"

Sara looked him up and down before answering, "I don't think that I could deal with people right now. So, sorry."

Grissom did some quick thinking as Sara turned toward her car, "We could go to my place, it would just be the two of us. If you can stand my company."

Sara turned back to face him hesitantly, thought a moment, then nodded her head reluctantly. Grissom lead her back to his car. This was it.

Sara sat back on his couch, looking around the room, "It hasn't changed much since the last time I was here," She pointed out.

"I don't redecorate often," Grissom explained as he pulled the brandy out from his cupboard.

Sara was visibly uncomfortable. She got up from the couch to examine Grissom's stereo, "You mind?" She asked, eyeing his book of CD's.

"Not at all," Grissom replied, pouring brandy into two glasses. Now that he had her here, he didn't know what to say or do. He was happy for her to do whatever she wanted.

He handed her the glass as she flipped through the pages of CD's, "Nickleback, John Denver, The Beetles, Tim McGraw" Sara read off the artists, "You have a very different taste in music then I would have expected." Sara kept flipping through the CD's, "Kelly Clarkson?" Sara eyed him suspiciously, "Are these even yours?"

Grissom chuckled, "It was this phase I went through a few months ago," Grissom explained, "I went to the store and bought that CD book, then every day after that I went to the CD store. I would pick up random CD's and listen to them. Some I liked, some I didn't. It was something to look forward to."

She'd been on the same page for a while, but she wasn't looking at it. She was looking past it. Sara turned to face Grissom, "Was there a specific reason you invited me here?" Sara set the brandy down on the stereo, folding her arms over her chest.

"I just didn't think you'd want to be alone…" Grissom looked up into her eyes, she softened a bit. Grissom searched for something else to say. He chose a random thought floating in his head, "Do you want to listen to one?" He motioned to the CD's with his glass.

"That's fine," Sara replied. She turned back to search for a CD, "What do you want to listen to?"

"Whatever you want," Sara looked uncomfortable again, "Just choose one at random."

Sara closed the book, then opened it to a page in the middle. From this she pulled out the first CD and put it in the stereo.

Grissom watched her. He didn't bring her here just to talk about CD's. She needed to know everything. How he felt, what his intentions were. What could he do?

"Should I make everything random?" Sara indicated the track listing on the small screen. Grissom nodded.

Sara pressed the "Next Track" button a few times before pressing play.

"Who'd you pick?" Grissom asked. Sara shrugged her shoulders.

The music started up, soft and slow.

You spend all your time waiting, for that second chance.

For a break that will make it ok.

Do something! Grissom gave himself a mental kick. It was now or never. He just needed to do something other than just stand there staring at the woman in front of him. So he once again, Grissom chose randomly what his next move would be, "Dance with me?"

Sara looked alarmed, "I can't. I don't dance."

I need some distraction, oh a beautiful release.

As memories seep through my veins.

Grissom set down his glass and held out his hand, the ball was in her court now. Sara looked at his extended hand. She looked at her own hand with astonishment as she took Grissom's. The ball was back in his court.

He tenderly pulled her towards him and draped his arm around her waist. Her free hand moved to his shoulder.

In the arms of the angel.

Far away from here.

Gently, they swayed back and forth. Neither looked away from the other's eyes. Grissom pulled her even closer. Sara wrapped both her hands around his neck. They were lost in the moment. Grissom could only concentrate on Sara's eyes, and the smell of her hair. They both pulled in closer until they were pressed together. Suddenly, they stopped moving. Before Grissom could think, his lips were touching Sara's. Whether it was him that moved in, or her, neither could tell.

The music kept playing. And neither Grissom nor Sara moved. How long they stayed in each other's arms, they never could tell. But it was a perfect fit.

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Grissom stood up, "How could I forget?" He replied. He turned to Sara, pulling her close to him as he had on that night so long ago.

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To Be Continued...