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This takes place in For Warrick, when Grissom sees Sara in his office.

A Familiar Place

The hallways of the lab were quieter then usual. There were no loud jokes being cracked by the lab rats. They were as silent as could be. There were no girl talk going on between Mandy and Wendy in the break room. The lab was in sorrow and grief.

You could feel it vibrating off the white cement walls in waves.

Grissom could sure feel it as he walked blindly down the hallway, passing the empty lab stations as he went. His feet, having a mind of their own walked down the familiar path like they had done so many times before. His head was somewhere else. It was a blur.

Before Grissom could realized where is he was, his feet had stopped at their destination. He was in toxs across from the DNA lab, were a very miserable looking Wendy got up and left.

Hodges noticing his boss's arrival shook open a brown paper bag for him to put his cloths in but his eyes were on someone else. Hodges's eyes followed with concern on Wendy as she got up from her station chair and left, disappearing into the women's washroom.

Grissom not noticing the lab rat's distraction began to undress, first by placing a black coat into a bag. He then with a little hesitation and embarrassment, started to remove his shirt, which was stained deep red with Warrick's blood. Once the shirt was undone and placed in a bag, Hodges opened up another bag and started at his boss, waiting. Even Grissom's shirt was really the only thing that had been covered with Warrick's shirt; they still needed to collect all his clothes, just to make sure.

Grissom's cheeks flushed a bright pink, as he tugged his black undershirt out of his pants and over his head, revealing his bare upper body. He was a little self conscious about his mid section; he had gained some weight ever since Sara had left.

Once Grissom handed over his shirt over to Hodges, he made a gestured towards his pants.

Grissom stared at Hodges in disbelief; did he really want him to remove his pants, right here in front of the whole lab?

"Can't I go into the bathroom?" he asked quietly.

Hodges shook his head at this, "Sorry boss!"

Grissom just closed his eyes and swallowed over the lump in his throat, and slowly began to undo his belt buckle.

Hodges being the nice guy that he is turned around, to give the middle age man a little more privacy.

Grissom could feel the redness creeping over his neck as he un zipped his fly, and shimmed his pants down his hips, revealing pale blue boxers shorts, ones that he bought in bulks at Wal-Mart.

The last time he had felt this embarrassed was when Sara had first had seen him naked.

Once Grissom had removed his pants and handed them over to Hodges, he was handed an orange jumper. The same ones suspects wore. Grissom felt a little outraged at this, he was no suspect!

As soon as Hodges had all of Grissom's clothes, he went straight to his locker to get a change of clothes; there was no way he was walking around in this itchy polyester orange jump suit.

Once he was changed into a pair of black pants and a navy blue wind breaker, he headed towards his office. The minute he stepped into the hallway, he was hit with that sense of lost and grief again, that mingled in the lab.

Grissom kept his head down as he walked the rest of the way towards his office. He didn't feel like socializing the quicker he was in his office the better. Sure the lab was home to him but his office was his safe haven.

The minute Grissom stepped into the bug filled office; he could feel his head began to clear a little. He then noticed someone was standing there, leaning against his desk, waiting for him.

Grissom then slowly looked up at this, praying silently that it wasn't Ecklie. His heart burst to joy, with seeing the sight of Sara, standing there. He was also rooted to the stop, shocked to see the brunette. It had been months since they had last lay eyes on each other. But then again he had called her and broken the news to her about Warrick's passing.

Grissom watched Sara slowly as she straightened up and began to walk towards him, not dropping her glance.

It was like a magnetic pull had taken over his body because soon he was walking towards her too and putting his arms around her.

A part of him was waiting for her to disappear like smoke at his touch. Like it had happened so often in his dreams. He was a little surprised that this was real and not a dream, that this was really Sara that he was holding, after moments of waiting for her to come back.

Grissom heard her let out a soft sob, it was just as surreal to her as it was for him.

He tightened his hold on her not letting her go. He then began to rock her back and forth, trying to comfort her but at the same time trying to comfort him self.

"I got the first flight out," whispered Sara softly.

Grissom then remembered why Sara was here, why she had came not for him but for Warrick.

He rubbed his beard against the collar of her shirt, breathing in the familiar sent of her skin, squeezing his eyes shut trying not to cry at this moment.

They stood like this for seconds not breaking apart, this was a familiar place.

I was just so moved by that hugging scene in For Warrick that I just had to right a story about it. I hoped you enjoyed.

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