We learn a little more about our favorite entomologist in this chapter. PLEASE NOTE the plan I had for this has completely flown out of the window. I love it that you still read and comment though. I should mention a lot of it is HIGHLY inaccurate. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!

The lights of the Strip whizzed by quickly, unnoticed. Tired of the silence, he opened his mouth when a large SUV crashed into the drivers' side of Grissom's vehicle.

They span across the road, completely out of control, their attacker continuing down the road as if nothing was wrong. Her head against the seat, Sara was disoriented but relatively unharmed. Grissom was another story.

"Grissom! Grissom! Please wake up." A hand went to check for a pulse when he groaned suddenly, turning quickly into a cry of pain. "Shit. Okay. Sit still while I call an ambulance."

"No." He grunted between his teeth.

"Griss, a car just smashed into your door. You need to go to a hospital."

"I cant go to the hospital."

"Why not?" Sara demanded. He couldnt, or wouldnt answer. Instead she pushed two fingers to the side of his neck, a chill running down her spine at the temperature of his cool skin. "Oh my God." It came as a whisper.

"Call Brass and Doc Robbins, tell them to meet us at my place."

"My place is closer." Grissom nodded faintly.

"Then get me the hell out of here."

Sara struggled with Grissom's body weight as she tried to pull him up the stairs. To innocent bystanders, it would have seemed that he was simply drunk and she was lending a hand. Gently, she helped him lay down on the bed before pulling out her phone and calling Brass.

"Brass"

"It's Sara."

"Where are you? Someone just called in Grissom's license number. Something about an accident."

"We're at my place. An SUV ran into the side of our car and drove off. I wanted to call for an ambulance but he told me to call you."

"Shit. Just stay were you are, I'll be there in a minute."

"Can you grab Doc Robbins and bring him with you?"

"Yeah, just hang in there kiddo."

Sara was pacing the bedroom when the door bell finally rang. Robbins limped straight through the her bedroom where Grissom was yet to move, while Brass wrapped a reassuring arm around her waist.

"He doesn't have a pulse, but he was talking to me when I checked for one and his skin is always cold, even when its over a hundred degrees outside." She turned around to face him, to find a blank expression. "And judging by the fact that you are freaking out or surprised, I'd say, that if I checked, you don't have one either."

"No one likes a smart-ass Sara. And no I don't. Nor does Al."

"What are you?" Brass was about to answer when Robbins reappeared.

"Dislocated shoulder, couple of fractured ribs. For the amount of damage the car sustained, he got off easy." Sara looked confused.

"'Got off easy?' You went to the crash site?"

"We passed it on the way here. And on that note, I need to get back to the morgue before David notices my disappearance. You can explain." Without a further word, Robbins made his exit through the door.

"When I met Gil, he was almost dead. Because I'd heard of what he'd been doing in the village he was living, all the people he'd helped, I saved him." His face grew solemn for a moment. "Sometimes, I cant be sure if that was the right thing to do."

"The night I was attacked, it was Grissom that saved me, wasn't it?" Brass looked surprised before nodding. "This guy Terrance, he's like you too." Not a question.

"To a certain extent. He was changed way before Gil, he doesn't have any form of self-control and he has a compulsion for...human blood." Sara looked grossed out.

"Okay, TMI. But Terrance knew Grissom, what's the connection?" Brass opened his mouth but stopped abruptly.

"Thats not for you to say Jim."

"I'll see myself out then."

The silence was almost deafening and beginning to get on Sara's nerves. Sensing her uneasiness, Grissom spoke up.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something Griss, anything, because something really weird is happening right now and you're being evasive. To everyone. Even Brass seems confused and he clearly knows you better than I do."

"I'm lost as to why you could even notice this."

"Its my job, I get payed to notice these things. I want to help."

"Well you cant. The more you know, the more danger you're in."

"I care about what happens to you."

"Well you shouldn't! I'm way too old."

"You're 48."

"Ignore my drivers license, its wrong."

"When are you going to see that I don't care?"

"I'm a monster Sara. There are things that I've done, and if you knew even the tiniest bit you'd hate me and I'd be forced to live with that."

"I don't care!" Sara ran an impatient hand down her face. "I cant help who I fall in love with." It was barely audible be Grissom heard her.

"Then why does it hurt so much?" He was equally as quiet. "We're just two people chasing what we know we cant have."

Silence once filled the room, only the tension had thickened dramatically with his words. Rain had begun to fall heavily outside but neither of them were bothered enough to notice, broken by the shrieking of Grissom's cellphone.

"Grissom."

"Damn, thought you'd be dead by now."

"Kind of hard when technically already am."

"Whatever. Its just a burglary, I'll call Sanders."

"Brass?"

"Yeah, he's calling Greg instead." Grissom sighed, leaning back against the door frame he'd been stood at since interrupting Sara's previous conversation with Brass. "Tell me what to do Sara, because it hurts and I don't know how to stop it."

He instinctively stood straighter as Sara left her chair and approached him, stopping toe to toe with him. She raised a hand, placing it on his chest, were his heart should have been pumping.

"Follow this. Follow your heart."

"How do you follow a heart that no longer beats."

"Just cause it doesn't beat, it doesn't mean it cant still be heard."

Losing what little control he had left, Grissom tilted his head, gently placing his cool lips against her warm ones.

Again, shoot me. I thought it was a sweet way to conclude the chapter.