Gil Grissom sighed unhappily as he set his phone down. He had been trying to get a hold of his wife for the last couple days, but she hadn't answered until just a few minutes ago. She wasn't able to talk for very long because she was getting ready for to head to a large crime scene, but just hearing her voice had been a load off his shoulders. However, he couldn't shake a feeling that something big was going on, something he couldn't help with from Peru.

Sara was very nervous as the CSI team returned from their latest crime scene. This was the scene where her worth would be tested by the Third Street Saints and their Boss. The previous night she had received a call from The Boss telling her that the raid against the Blood Motor's stash was a success, gaining nearly $10,000 in cash and $25,000 in car parts and other valuable items: much more then they had anticipated. They had ditched their usual purple clothing for orange clothing in order to frame the dying Vegas Strip Soldiers for the hit. He didn't think they left anything behind that would lead suspicion back to The Saints, but he wanted to be sure, which is where she came in. They had recovered some guns and shell casing, which she knew would be a match to the types of guns the Strip Soldiers were known for using, However they had also recovered some hair samples and fingerprints which had her nervous. True that shouldn't be so surprising since it was doubtful Blood Motors kept their secret stashes that clean, but there could always be the off chance something among that box wasn't what it should be.

She made sure to have fingerprints, hair and blood samples of some current Strip Soldiers in her bag. It would help her to frame the gang, and give her something to use if anything from a Saint was found. After she brought them to the lab and she took a breath got to work. A number of hours later she was getting coffee when she bumped into Catherine.

"Hey Sara, any leads on that warehouse job?" She asked.

"A few. It looks like most of the hair and fingerprints came from the blood motors gang." Sara told her long time coworker, who looked interested.

"That makes sense; we found a number of exotic tire marks and oil patterns on the floor. It looks like it was a storage space for their cars. Anything else that might tell us what happened?" Sara nodded and quickly went retrieved a folder.

"Maybe, I found a couple partial fingerprints belonging to members of the Vegas Strip Soldiers." She replied, holding out the file, which was taken.

"The VSS? What would their members be at a Blood Motors garage? They wouldn't pull a job like this even before the Saints turned the pressure on them: why would they do it now?" Catherine asked in surprise as she read the file. Sara shrugged and replied.

"Maybe given everything that's going on they wanted to do something big to remind people they aren't gone yet?" She said, having rehearsed the line a dozen times in her head. Catherina looked up and thought before nodding.

"That makes sense, they used to be a big time gang and now they can barely scare little old ladies. A job like this might be enough to keep them going and maybe even get back a few of their numbers that left the gang.

"Ok, why don't you finish what you're working on and head on home for the night, you've been here for a while." Catherine said. Being honest, Catherine would say that she expected her to decline the offer, because she rarely leaves early. But to her surprise Sara took the offer and headed back to her part of the lab, after swinging back for the reason she came out there to begin with: her coffee.

As she finishing up her work she began to put some of her stuff in her bag to take home. Just as she got ready to close a folder one of the partials came up with a match. Looking up at the screen, her eyes widened as she saw the face of the boss. Glancing behind her she saw that no one was around, she got rid of the image, deleted any reference so no one would know his name came up during the investigation, instead replacing it with a VSS member.

Heart racing, she took the fingerprint and put it in her bag, looking at the small stack of fingerprints that she had left. Reaching out, she quickly counted the prints, replacing them with the prints she had prepared. Sliding the unknown prints in her bag, she quickly zipped it up, finishing her notes regarding the prints she had processed. As she stood up and grabbed her bags, she took a few breaths and headed out, not noticing Catherine watching her as she leaves.

"Hey guys, have you noticed anything different about Sara? Is something going on with her?" Catherine asked Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders, who were isolating all the different types of tire tracks, oil and gas samples to try and determine how many cars were taken. The two didn't even look up as she walked in, but her words got their attention.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"I don't know, she just seems to be a bit off. I told her she could head home after she finished what she was processing. And she did." Nick chuckles and writes down the results of one of the tests.

"You told someone she could do something and she did what it weird." Catherine rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking about Sara here. How often does she leave before all of the evidence is processed?" She asked. After a few moments the two looked at each other, than back up at Catherine, realizing that it did seem odd. As they thought, Nick remembered something he had noticed earlier in the week but he kept it to himself unsure if it was important to what was going on. Greg shifted in his seat to look back at the screen. "Not to mention….I think I saw her take something from the evidence pile" that got the groups full attention.

"What are you talking about?" Greg asked.

"I'm not completely certain, but when I walked by her lab I saw her take something from the evidence pile in front of her and put it in her bag." The CSI's let this bit of information digest for a few moments before Nick spoke up again.

"Did you ask her about it?"

"No, like I said I wasn't sure, and I didn't want to accuse her of something like that without proof, so I didn't say anything." Greg scratched his chin before a thought occurred to him.

"Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Maybe what she put in the bag was some papers she wanted to take home and just put them on the pile by accident. I mean, like you said, we're talking about Sara, the woman who'd never let a criminal get away with his crimes." Nick nodded, that defiantly seemed a lot more likely a scenario then Sara going dirty.

"What about her leaving early?" Catherine asked.

"Well don't forget she wasn't feeling well the other day, maybe she was starting to feel under the weather again and wanted to head home and sleep." Catherine and Nick both looked at Greg, then each other and nod.

"That makes sense. Plus, with how long she's been working here at the pace she usually does, she's entitled to leave at the end of her shift once in a while." Nick said, preparing another test. Catherine nodded, and looked at her watch.

"Your right, I'm probably just thinking about this too much. Anyway I better get finished with my work. A friend of mine set me up on a blind date and I need finish my report if I want to make it on time." After receiving well wishes from the two, Catherine heads back to her office.

Getting into her car, Sara immediately texts the boss, who replies that she, should head to the Golden Towers and that he would meet her as soon as he was done with a meeting with the Saints. He would call the hotel desk and have a key made for her so she could get into the suite, and in the meantime he told her if she was hungry she could get some room service.

The total time it takes her to get to the Boss's penthouse is about half an hour. After picking up the key from the desk, she walked into the penthouse and sets her bag down next to the mini-bar. Hearing her stomach rumbling and remembering the Boss's offer, she orders some food before giving into curiosity and looking around. After about 10 minutes her food arrived and after tipping the delivery person, she sat down on the couch, eating while she watched TV.

An hour later the door opened and Pierce walked in, carrying a bag. Looking up at the sounds of the TV he smiled and walked over to her.

"Hey Sara, sorry it took so long, we were going over our profits for the week. Boss is right behind me." He told her, the door opening as he spoke, The Boss walking in, talking on the phone.

"…I know it's a hassle, that's why I pay you more then you ask, what did you think that was? A tip because I like you, fat chance. Get it done." Closing his phone, he grabbed a bottle of beer from the mini-bar, taking a swig before turning to face Sara.

"Ahh, my favorite Crime Scene lady, anything new, find Jimmy Hoffa?" he asked as he sat down across from her.

"No, but I did find your fingerprints among those recovered at the Blood Motors stash." She told him. The boss tilts his head, looking at her as though trying to judge if she was telling the truth or not. Seeing that he wasn't going to interrupt, she continued. "I checked the map the see where it was taking from, and it came from one of the tables near where the cars were stored."

She blinked in surprise when The Boss grinned and looked at Pierce, holding out his hand. Pierce reached into his pocket and tossed the boss some money,

"Ok man, you win." Pierce looked over at Sara and smiled. "Boss left that print there on purpose, to see if you'd find it." Sara's eyes widened and see looked at the Boss, who drank more from his beer.

"Left on…You did….What in the hell would make you do that? Test my skills as a CSI I understand but something that reckless is insane. What if they had someone else process the fingerprints, or had someone helping me?" She yelled at him. In the back of her mind she thought maybe yelling at him wasn't the wisest move, but she had to get the point across that doing something like that wasn't a good move. The Boss blinked a few times, and then looked at Pierce.

"Someone else doing the prints, I'll admit that thought didn't occur to me." As the Boss turned his back to get another beer, Sara glanced over to Pierce, who gave her an encouraging thumb up. "As it is, that was the only place I touched without gloves, you found it and, I'm assuming, got rid of it?" Sara nodded and held up the print file and set it on the table. "Well, given our good profits and fortunes for the week I say that The Saints have earned themselves a party. We just purchased The Eclipse, and I think the best way to break it in is to have our guys have some fun."

Pierce whooped and jumped up, grabbing his phone and starting to call people who Sara assumed were fellow Saints. As she got up and grabbed her bag, she was surprised that The Boss grabbed her arm.

"Hold on a moment S, where you going? We might as well all go together. I just need to change clothes real quick." Sara blinked and looked at him.

"Are you sure you want me there?"

"Why the hell not? You're a Saint, and you're going to be a valuable part of the Vegas crew." He told her as he went to the hallway, motioning for her to follow him. She did so, stopping at the bedroom door and turning around. "Don't worry about how to explain it to the everyday crew. Those that know who you are won't mind if your there, and those that don't know who you are won't care. I'm planning to just hang around in the V.I.P. lounge with the Lieutenants, so you can just stay up there with the rest of us if big crowds aren't your thing." He told her as he stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a clean shirt and a new jacket, giving him a more sophisticated look then he had before. Sara nodded and followed him and Pierce out of the suite.

Looking out from the balcony of the V.I.P. Lounge at the crowds of 3rd Street Saints as they danced, drank, and partied, Sara had to admit that coming here was a pretty good idea. Accepting a glass of wine from Zimos who, as always, looked like the classic idea for what a pimp looks like. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was on his way to a costume party, he was that over the top.

"So, how you liking being a Saint?" Zimos asked in that auto tuned voice of his, which never failed to make her smile.

"It's a lot less stressful than I expected. It's got its pressure, but not as bad as being a CSI." She told him, sipping her wine. Turning to face the other Saint Lieutenants she smiled at Pierce who was doing a rap about how the Saints were going to be in charge of Vegas. After a little bit, The Boss turned to her.

"You know how I said you didn't have to go out amongst the crowd?" Sara sipped her wine and looked at him.

"Yeah, why?" She asked, having a feeling she wouldn't like the answer. He took her wine glass, set it down and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

"You're going to anyway!" Caught between laughing and protesting, Sara decided that letting a little loose wouldn't be the worst thing and allowed herself to be lead to the dance floor, and began to dance with him.

"What do you mean Eclipse is closed?" Catherine's date, Doctor Jim Jefferson, asked the man who answered the door. Her date was charming and nice, so Catherine was looking forward to a night with him, but once they got to the Eclipse, they found they weren't letting people in.

"I mean we're closed. The property is under new management and we're having a private event to celebrate. We'll be open tomorrow so you can come back then." And with that he turned and shut the door. But as he did so, Catherine was able to see inside, and her eyes widened when she saw Sara dancing rather closely with a tall handsome stranger.

Nick, Greg, and Morgan were talking regarding the Blood Motors raid, when Catherine walked in.

"Hey guys, have you seen Sara yet?"

"No, she called and said she was having car issues, but that she would be here in half an hour." Morgan said. Catherine looked out in the hall, the others looking at her interested.

"I think I figured out what's going on with Sara. I don't think she's dirty, I think she may be having an affair." Catherine told them. The group looked at her before chuckling in disbelief. "Last night my date took me to the Eclipse nightclub, but it was closed for a private function. Just before we left I swear I saw Sara dancing very close with a man I didn't recognize." The three stopped laughing as she told them this.

"Are you sure you aren't just seeing things Catherine? Last night you thought Sara was taking things from evidence." Greg asked her. Nick sat up as he remembered something, and decided to toss his two cents in.

"I think Catherine's onto something. The other day when Sara came in after calling out sick, I noticed she stopped wearing her wedding band. When I asked her about it she said it was because she didn't want to wear it at work and risk losing it, but I don't think I've seen her wear it outside work since then either." Now nick was the focus of attention, as Morgan chewed on her lip and spoke up.

"This may not be my place to say something, but when Sara did call out sick, I went over to her house to see if she was ok, and no one was there. A neighbor said she left a few hours before then, and I didn't give it any thought, but if she was having an affair, maybe she went to meet him?" The group quickly switched topics when they heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Sara walked by and gave them a wave, heading to her lab. As they began to whisper to each other, they heard a ringtone they had never heard before. Poking their heads out of Nick's lab space showed Sara answering the phone, her back to them.

"What is it Boss, I'm at work?" They barely heard her ask. After a few moments they heard her sigh. "Are you sure you need me? I just got here, can't it wait?...Ok, I'm on my way." As she closed the phone, they quickly went back to their seats and acted like they hadn't been eavesdropping. After a second Sara poked her head in.

"Sorry guys, but I really need to split. A friend of mine just got into a bad accident and he get in touch with anyone else."

"No problem with us Sara, but will Russell let you go?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. I have plenty of vacation and sick time coming. I'll see you guys later." And with that she walked hurriedly to the door. Catherine looked at the others.

"So, who's going to call Gil?"

Ok, this is my second chapter. It underwent several rewrites in writing, but I tried to make sure only the story I wanted to tell was being told. I hope you like it. Please Read and Review. Favorites and Follows are certainly nice, but it's the reviews that really tell me that you guys like it, as well as anything you might like to see in the upcoming chapters. After this I may start with chapter 3 of this story, or work on A Different Path. Depends on what ideas I get. Thanks for reading.