So if you read the first chapter and are still here then I love you with all of my heart! please review and let me know what you think :)

Over the next few days Sara thought about the phone call more. But a couple of weeks passed and the thought lingered more like the morning taste of beer after a nights drinking, rather than the offensive taste of vomit which she'd experienced initially. Work was busy, and her relationship with Gil was becoming more strained, but they were both holding on to something. She needed that something. So did he; even if he didn't admit it.

One evening she was off work and sitting on her couch reading an old forensic journal. The pages of this particular episode were crinkled and bent; evidence of its heavy usage. It was the edition from when she'd first met Gil. At a Forensic Academy conference in San Francisco. She'd been in his lecture and afterwards they'd had coffee. She'd been reading the edition while waiting for him to arrive at the small café and when he appeared before her she'd felt nothing short of awe. They discussed the journal and then the conversation drifted. But that edition had always held something for Sara. It felt familiar and safe, even if the cases featured and the science detailed were long forgotten. She was wearing one of his shirts as well. The smell of him lingered on it and comforted her when he was away, which was far too often. Thinking about these things she put down the journal and went to her laptop. Turning it on and loading Skype, she pulled her knees up to her chest and shoved her hair into a loose bun. He didn't pick up the first time the video call message was sent, nor the second, or third. She was just about to give up when he answered. He was shirtless and his curly hair was flat on one side where he'd been sleeping on it.

"Hey," she said, smiling slightly at his lopsided eyebrows as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"Sara," he yawned and pulled the laptop onto his bed so he could lie there talking to her.

"Sorry if I woke you," she took a sip of her water.

"No," he smiled, "I'm glad you did, is that my shirt?"

She looked down, "yes, it smells like you."

"Do you want to know what I have under my pillow?"

"Ok," she watched him pull out one of her vest tops, a green one she'd been looking for weeks to find, "you know I've been looking for that?"

He smiled and nodded, "sorry, it smells like you."

She smiled but then sighed, "Gil, we…we need…I miss you."

"I know," he softly commented, "I miss you too, I'll be home in a couple of weeks though."

"A couple of weeks too many," she smiled and then turned her head toward the door as she heard someone knock.

"If that's the door then I'll go," he said sadly.

"You will stay exactly where you are Gilbert Grissom," she winked at him and went to the door. There was a no one around and a note left on the doorstep with her name on the front of the folded piece of paper. She sat back down at the laptop and unfolded the paper.

"What is it honey?"

"It's….," she read the paper and her expression changed, "This is sick. Why the hell would someone be sending me this? And how the hell would they know about my life?"

"Sara, what does it say?" he sat up in bed and readjusted the laptop.

She re-read the note, "My darling Sara, I have missed you all of these years, you know that don't you? I don't have much time here, from your father," she gasped as she read it out loud, "My father died years ago Gil, why would someone send me this?"

"Sara, call Brass and get Nick to process the note," Gil said concerned, "you need to call this in. Have you noticed anything strange around the house lately?"

She composed herself, "yes…well someone called me at work the other day, they didn't say who it was, it sounded like someone putting on my father's voice, it creeped me out but I thought I must have been imagining it."

She got up and got her cell phone and hand gun.

"Where did you go?" Gil asked as she sat down.

She held up the 2 items and called Brass, "hey, Jim, I have a favour to ask, someone just put a note on my doorstep and its…it's a bit weird, is Nick with you?"

"Yes, we're on the way back from a scene, we'll drop by," he said concerned.

Sara sat there for a while, Gil said he'd stay on the video until they got there. They spoke about a few other things, he tried to distract her, but once Sara's mind was on something it didn't like to leave. Brass and Nick knocked on the door, she answered with her gun ready and sighed when they came in. Nick pointed to the video, "hey Griss!"

Gil quickly pulled up the sheets to cover his bare chest, "Hi...Nick, Brass. Sara, I've got to go now if you're ok?"

"Yes, I'll speak to you tomorrow,"

"I love you honey," he said shyly in front of the other two men.

"I love you too," she smiled and shut the laptop.

Nick and Brass just grinned like idiots, "So," Brass said, "what happened?"

Sara explained the note, and the phone call. It made her sound crazy and she was aware of that. But she told them the truth. Someone had been impersonating her father and she didn't know how they'd got their information, or why on earth they'd want to do such a thing. Nick asked her if she wanted to come to the lab for a bit, but she said she felt safe. Another classic example of Sara being stubborn. They took the note, nothing came up, and they asked Sara to report anything unusual. But nothing else happened.

A few days later she was at work, her and Nick had a 419. A male D.B. suspected of an O.D.

They arrived together in Nick's car and went into the rough looking house. It was on the outskirts of Henderson and didn't fit in with the other accommodation on the road. The trees were overgrown and the paint was chipping.

There were officers inside and David Phillips pushed past them to get to the body in the living room, apologising for his lateness as usual. Sara smiled, he seemed to be in a chirpy mood lately, and he was looking forward to becoming a dad.

Sara stepped around the couch to look at the body. Nausea and gasping for air were all she could feel as she laid eyes upon it. She ran from the room and out of the house to where the trucks were parked. She leant against the fence with her arm supporting her and threw up. She kept gagging and Nick ran to find her. She couldn't talk, just stood there trying to breathe as he handed her some water.

"You ok?" Nick said after she took a sip of some of the water.

"I can't work this Nick, I can't," she shook her head and spoke with desperation.

"Ok, ok," he sighed, "did you know the victim?"

She just stared at him, "yes. I did."