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

Familiar Place

After watching the video that Sara had found at Warrick's apartment about his son. Grissom took Sara home. He could tell being in the lab was making her a little uneasy.

On the car ride over neither of them had spoken a word. There were too many things going on in their heads to talk. So instead they just held hands; their fingers gently brushing against each others.

Once the car had pulled up to the townhouse, that they had once shared together, they both got out.

As Sara struggled with her bags, Grissom went over and helped her, taking her bag from her hand.

Sara looked up at his blue eyes, "Thanks," she whispered, a slight smile forming on her face.

Grissom then gently bent down and kissed her quickly but sweetly on the lips.

The minute the front door was open, a very happy Hank came out of hiding to greet his owner. The dog went straight towards Grissom but then noticing Sara standing then changed his mind and went to her. Whoever said that a dog did not remember faces was crazy because after all the time of being away, Hank clearly remembered Sara.

The minute his brown eyes say her, his tail began to wag faster from side to side. A smile formed on Sara face at this, she had always loved the pup.

"Hey Hank," she spoke getting down on her knees and patting the dog.

Hank in response gave her a big wet kiss. Sara let out a sad laugh; it was good to be home.

Grissom soon pushed Hank away and lead Sara over to the couch. There they took a seat and Grissom looked into Sara's sad looking eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Are you?" she asked back.

Grissom ignored her question, "You look tired, you should rest," he observed, forcing Sara to lean back against the couch. Sara did not protest at this, if had been so long since some one had cared about her.

"I have to go back to the lab," he continued.

Sara just nodded her head slowly at this and closed her eyes as she felt Grissom's lips touch her forehead.

Sara stayed like until she heard the front door shut and she was alone with her thoughts

She then soon lifted her self off the couch and moved her aching body, over towards the bathroom, were she ran her self a bath.

Sara looked around the small bathroom and smirked to her self. It had not changed since she had last been here about ten months ago.

She then started to search through the cupboard under the sink, looking for anything that could be used as bubble bath. This had been one of the things that had most surprised Grissom about Sara when they first started to go out, that she enjoyed bubble baths. Sara had always seemed like the anti bubble bath person. But really she loved them; they were the only thing that could ease her sometimes.

After a minute of searching through empty bottles of shampoo, she came across a bottle of bubble bath that she must had left behind.

Sara then got to her feet and poured the rest of the bottle into the bath.

As the bubbles began to take form, she stripped off her clothes, which smelled like airplane food and smoke and got into the steaming bath water. She had not realized how exhausted she was until the soapy water washed over her sending her to sleep.

Sara was awoken from someone pounding on the front door. She slowly raised her self out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her waist, trying not to slip on the wet bathroom floor making her way towards the door.

Sara looked through the peep hole before opening the door. It the inch size hole Sara made out a distorted Brass.

"Hi Jim," whispered Sara to the officer, opening the door ever so slightly just to peek her head out.

"Sara!" replied Brass in disbelief. He was not expecting to see Sara.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um….Gil called me…" spoke the brunette trailing off.

"Ohhhh."

"Yeah," replied Sara nodding.

"Is Gil here now?" he asked

"No, he went back to the lab."

"Oh," said Brass, looking down at his feet, trying to think of what to do next.

"Do you want to come in?" asked Sara looking up at the officer.

"Um… sure I guess."

Sara then opened the door and let the officer in. Brass then went to go hug her but then noticed that she was only wearing a towel.

"Oh yeah," trailed off Sara looking down at her own body, "I was in the tub."

An awkwardly silence then fell over them. It had been so long since they had seen each other.

"Make your self at home, I'll just go get dressed," with that Sara disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Brass standing there.

Brass shoved his hands into his pockets and took a seat on the couch.

A few moments later Sara reappeared wearing a pair of Grissom's sweats and an old Harvard sweat shirt.

"Coffee?" asked Sara towards Brass as she walked into the kitchen area.

"Sure," called back Brass. Coffee would be good right now; he had not slept in the past 24 hours, since Warrick had been brought in for questioning.

As the coffee brewed the two sat in silence, they had so much to tell each other but at the same time nothing.

"So Grissom's said you were staying with your mom in California," spoke Brass breaking the silence.

Sara straightened up a little at this, "Um…I did go see her for a bit but now I am living in a cottage I am renting out on the beach," replied Sara. She had only visited her mom for about a week and that was it. Her mom had Alzheimer's now and was reliving the year that her father was killed. Being around her like this just brought back all the ghosts of her childhood and that is what she was trying to get away from in the first place. So she then moved out to Langua Beach, were she had managed to rent out a house. Langua had been were she had spent her summers with her grandparents when her father was still alive. Those were the only good parts of her childhood, when she would fall asleep with the sound of waves hitting the shore line.

"That's good," replied Brass.

Just then Sara got up and poured them two cups of coffee. She then handed Brass mug and took a seat on the chair beside the sofa.

For a few moments neither of them said anything, just sat there drinking their coffee, then Sara broke the silence. "So tell me the whole story," she asked resting her elbows on her knees, looking over at Brass.

Brass was confused at first at what she meant, and then he got it.

"Gil only told me bits and parts. He doesn't want to hurt me but I need to know. What happened to Warrick?"

Brass looked at Sara for the longest time before speaking.

"It all started with him being late for a scene," he began Brass, going on to tell her about the stripper.

An exhausted Grissom stepped into his town house with flowers in his hands, to see Sara crying on Brass's shoulder.

Brass looked up at the sound of the door closing and met Grissom's eye.

Grissom's brow was fussed together in confusion, when did Brass get here?

Reading Grissom's mind Brass explained to him what had happened, how Sara had wanted to here everything from the beginning and had started to break down and cry when he was done.

Grissom placed the flowers on the coffee table and whispered Sara's name.

She lifted her tear stained face up at this and threw her arms around his neck, soaking his shirt with tears.

Grissom wrapped his arm around her waist and held her, clenching the back of her head. He then closed his own eyes and buried his face into her hair, breathing in the smell of her shampoo.

Brass got to his feet as this and left the two lovers to be.

It wasn't until a while later that the two of them broke apart. As Sara pulled away and leaned against the couch, Grissom crashed his lips against her, sending shivers down her spine.

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