A/N: I just found the perfect site that I can use to find the GSR bits I need for this story :D So hopefully I'll update quicker and the story can flow better.

Hidden Emotions

Chapter nine

Over the next few weeks Grissom and Sara got closer and closer, but Grissom noticed a change in her attitude, she was getting affected by cases more and more, letting them get personal to her, he knew he needed to do something about it. He made sure he put Sara with him on their next case, a woman found dead, wrapped in a blanket in the mountains.

He hadn't realised just how much the case affected her, until she had almost been in a fight with Scott, Kaye's husband.

"It 'got there' when you shot your wife in the head before you wrapped her in a blanket and you dumped her in the mountains!" Sara shouted, getting closer and closer to Scott's face, pointing her finger at him.

"Get your finger out of my face, bitch" He shot back at her, smacking her arm away.

Grissom watched helplessly as Sara lunged at Scott. "Sara!" He shouted, before grabbing her and pulling her against him.

"You touch me again, you draw back a stump!" Sara yelled.

"Look at her!" Scott shouted.

"Sara!" Grissom yelled again as she tried to get out of his grasp.

"Can't you control her?" Scott asked angrily.

"Get him outta here, Jim" Grissom told the older detective.

"I told you she was a handful!" Scott yelled as he was took away by Jim.

"You don't know a handful!" She yelled back.

Once Scott was gone Grissom turned her around, he looked her in the eyes, what he saw there shocked him, anger, hurt, and sadness, something had caused her to feel that way about certain cases.

"Hey, hey, what is the matter with you?" He asked, grasping her shoulders.

He could tell she was close to tears. "I am a woman, and I have a gun. Look how he treated me! I can only imagine how he treated his wife!" She took a shaky breath and walked away, leaving Grissom watching after her.

It was the next night and he had just arrived at work, he was making coffee when he noticed Sara asleep, her arms folded on the table infront of her, her head resting on them.

"Sara?" He asked as he picked the kettle up from the burner.

Sara woke up looking slightly confused.

"Sara, you okay?" He asked gently.

"Fine. Yeah" Grissom knew that when she said she was fine, she wasn't. He decided to leave that out of it.

"Did you sleep here?"

"I was working till 4:00am I combed every demo Scott's driven. Zilch. What's up?" She replied, tiredly.

"I need you to do some background for me on Warrick without letting him know why"

Sara looked at the table. "Oh, Warrick, your favourite CSI"

She was expecting him to deny that, but he didn't, "That's why I want you to handle it, so that Ecklie can't accuse me of favoritism if it turns out Warrick's clean"

Sara thought for a moment. "What do you want to know?"

Grissom had so many answers to that question, mainly about Sara.

"I want you to find out if he's been gambling on my time. Ecklie told me he had one of his guys sub for him in court, he told that guy it was an emergency, but Ecklie has it on good authority that Warrick was gambling at the Monaco"

"Alright, I'll see what I can do" Sara smiled at Grissom.

Later on that shift Grissom was sitting in his office eating a yoghurt. He heard footsteps and looked up to find Sara leaning against his doorway.

"Hey" She said.

"Did you find anything about Warrick?" He asked hopefully.

Sara shook her head slightly, "Um, I'm-I'm here about something else. You... You know how you say, "We're the victims last voice"?" Sara had remembered that from his Seminar.

"Mh-hm"

"I thought it was our job to speak for Kaye Shelton"

"You don't crunch evidence to fit a theory"

"What if you hear the victims screams? In the car, at the store"

"You have empathy for her, Sara. You want someone to pay for what was done to her. That's normal"

Sara knew what she was about to say was completely inappropriate, but she felt it was her last resort. "You wanna sleep with me?"

Grissom froze. 'Yes, I do' He put his yogurt down and took off his glasses, "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"That way, when I wake up in a cold sweat under the blanket, you can tell me its nothing. Its just empathy" She turned and walked away, ready for another night of screams.

Grissom sat back in his chair, he had just missed his chance with Sara, he needed to find out why this case meant so much to her. He realised what he had to do to find out, he would have to take her offer on board.