Disclaimer: i don't own csi :(
Note: I lost my muse a little bit at this point in the story, im kind of stuck revising and editing chapters. I havn't been able to put my ideas into words. Hah, but i may post the next chapter tomorrow if i get a few more reviews

"Honey, are you sure you want to still ride?" Roger regretted his question when he received the glare Jassie gave him.

"Dad, I'm fine. I..I'm okay now. You don't have to worry." Roger nodded and looked towards the coroner's truck.

The body was being loaded. Jassie tensed as she watched the gurney go into the truck. She looked at her father to see if he noticed, he didn't. Catherine did.

"Jassie, go relax in that new trailer of yours. Nick told me all about it, I think he wants one for himself." Catherine winked at Jassie and nodded to Roger. "I'll catch up with you guys in a few."

A grin escaped from Sara's lips and spread across her whole face.

Grissom's stomach was assaulted by butterflies and he longed to wrap his arms around her. He allowed one arm to reach towards her and she took it, spun into him, and nestled into the space between his neck and shoulder. She breathed on his neck and felt him catch his breath.

Sara was smiling at his reaction, and he knew it. He didn't have to look at her to confirm it, he just closed his eyes and breathed in her sweet smell.

Heels clicking together echoed close down the hall.

Grissom groaned and lifted his head off of Sara, realizing he must have been leaning on her.

Sara took a step away and bent down to capture black marks on the cement where the body had lied minutes before. She looked up at Grissom and winked. He smiled at her then directed his attention to whom ever was about to ruin their perfect moment.

Catherine turned the corner on her heels and looked at Grissom.

"Gris?" Catherine asked.

"Yes?" He sounded annoyed.

"..You're not doing anything." Grissom glanced at Sara who was busy taking pictures, then around the scene. She was right. He was just standing there and could imagine the flustered look on his face.

"I'm deep in thought."

C'mon Gil, you could have come up with something better than that.

He swore he heard Sara snicker.

"Right. Do you guys have this covered? I'd like to get back to the lab if everything has been collected," Catherine looked at the pile of horse manure on the ground, "Aside from the.. poop."

"Yes. Greg and Warrick were suppose to be getting bins from the Denali to collect the manure in." Grissom looked behind Catherine, "They should be back by now." He shook his head.

"Oh. I wonder how that's going?" Catherine took the Denali keys out of her pocket and waved them at Grissom.

Grissom looked at the keys and shrugged turning his back on Catherine and focusing his attention on what Sara was doing.

"A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion," Grissom whispered.

This time Sara caught her breath and fumbled with her camera almost dropping it. She recognized Shakespeare's words and could see the desire registering in Grissom's eyes, but somehow managed to look away and up at Catherine.

"Toss me the keys?" Sara coughed once she stood. Catherine threw Sara the keys and turned to leave the building.

Sara brushed her fingers across Grissom's lower back as she walked around him heading towards the ladder. Instantly he froze, but missed her touch when she was out of his reach.

"I'm going to go check on what Greg and Warrick are up to." Once up the ladder, and walking down the hall almost to the point where should would have to turn to head outside, Sara slipped a quick glance over her shoulder at Grissom and headed outside.

Grissom sighed and spoke aloud to himself. "An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth."

Sara found Greg and Warrick in the trailer hanging out with Jassie. She could hear the laughter coming from inside the trailer from 100 yards away.

Of course, inside the luxurious trailer.

"Hey Jassie," Sara waved at her from the door. "Greg, Warrick, I think we have to get back to work, what ever happened to those bins you were getting?"

"It was locked." You could tell Greg must have been laughing very hard because his face was still flushed pink around his cheeks.

Sara dangled the keys in front of his face. "C'mon men, you have manure to box." Warrick grinned and Greg smiled. They all said their good-byes to Jassie and headed towards the Denali.

"Good kid." Warrick pointed towards the trailer.

Greg and Sara nodded in agreement.

Halfway to the Denali, Nick caught up to them and filled them in on what he had found.

"We have a possible identification on the victim. A missing child report was just sent in to the registry and Brass called it in. White female, fifteen years old, brown hair, blue eyes, fits our description. I'm off to find the parents now to get their statements and see if they have a photo."

"Mind if I come, Nick?" Warrick asked in hopes he wouldn't have to box manure.

"Yeah, no problem." Nick waved Warrick to follow him.

"I guess it's just you and me." Greg grinned at Sara and playfully nudged her shoulder with his fist. Sara laughed and nudged him back no, more like punched him back and he laughed at her reaction.

When she looked away to open the Denali hatch, he rubbed his arm and winced a little.

Ouch, she got me good. Although I do like it rough.

Greg grinned at his clever thought. He liked the relationship he had with Sara. He loved playing the role of the boy who crushed on the bosses girlfriend. Long, long, long ago he realized he would never have a chance with her, he chuckled to himself thinking of how he was the first to recognize the attraction between the two.

i know, this chapter sucked. don't be too mean :p