I know this is short but I cant think straight. I have one last chapter and the epilogue to type up. Again, thanking GSRgirlforever, I attempt to keep you all captive until I finish this thing and make a shit load of enemies. I reveal NOTHING until I finish

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The first thing Sara noticed was how cold she felt when she woke, the second being that she was alone. She scrambled for her top, finding Grissom's much larger shirt instead lying at the foot of the bed. Buttoning all but the top button, she scanned the small apartment. A lone but familiar figure stood just visible past the glass sliding door, the heavy rain cascading down his body. He was so lost in thought that he failed to hear the door open and close until she spoke.

"What are you doing outside? Its raining and you're not wearing a shirt."

Grissom shrugged absently.

"Cant exactly kill me."

Without hesitation, she stepped on to the balcony. In a matter of seconds, her shirt and pants were thoroughly soaked, rain drops forming a small pool on the concrete around her bare feet. She strolled over with purpose, wrapping her arms securely around his waist from behind.

Through the blistering cold, he felt the warm touch of her lips against the back of his left shoulder. Sara shivered violently. He turned to the side, bringing her to meet him in an embracing hug. The silence between them was surprisingly comfortable.

The next thing they noticed was Heather grabbing on to each of them by the belt of their drenched pants, dragging them inside while ranting about something to do with colds and death.

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The rush of hot water felt welcome against her numb body. She had been known to enjoy the cool touch of the rain, but the naturally cold body that had been wrapped around her at the time hadn't really helped, making her colder than normal.

Not that being pressed to Grissom's bare chest was a bad thing.

Dressing in a pair of dark jeans and a shirt she assumed had belonged to Brass at some point, the lingering scent of perfume suggested he hadn't worn it for a while.

Problems with the lifestyle my ass James Brass.

Rubbing her hair with a small towel, she made her way back to the main room. Grissom, Terrance, and Brass stood huddled in a corner, Heather and Henry having disappeared to get something for Sara to eat. Grissom was still dripping onto the carpet and she was slightly concerned.

Ignoring the looks from Brass and Terrance, she took Grissom's hand, dragging him over to the mattress, pushing him to sit down. Momentarily vanishing into the bathroom, she reemerged with a dry towel. Kneeling behind him, she began running it over his hair.

"I'm fine."

"Living dead or not, you should still take care of yourself. Even I have to do it for you."

Heather arrived with vegetarian pizza, which Grissom was more than willing to feed her, and some dry clothes for him to change into.

"Where's dad?"

"He went to talk to some friends about what's happening with you two. He's really concerned Gil."

"I know. What do you want me to do about it? On second thought, I don't want to know."

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White sneakers, a navy blue shirt over a light blue one and jeans is what Heather had forced Brass to force Grissom into. Admiring her work and how the blue combination brought out his eyes, Heather began adjusting his collar when Henry walked through the door.

"Looking good there Gil."

"Thanks. Where have you been?"

"I've got friends in high and low places. Not all of it isn't good, some of it isn't too bad either. The 'higher ups' are fine, they're just watching you until something happens where they have to step in."

"That's good news, isn't it?"

"In a way. Some 'people' aren't happy with their decision and...have decided to take matters into their own hands."

"Great. Anyone in particular?"

"Leonard. Anyone else involved was either threatened or blackmailed in some way."

"That's only cause they're scared shitless of him."

"I will not warn you again Gil."

"Sorry. Leonard is egocentric, thinks brawn over brain is the answer."

"Yeah, and he'll know that's an advantage."

A phone shrilled to life in Grissom's pocket. Pulling it from within, he checked the caller ID before turning to Sara.

"Hello Catherine. If you're going to yell at me for not being back yet, it will have to wait."

"What makes you think I'm Catherine?"