Sara found herself yawning as she walked out of Grissom's office with his Castner Atlas and Imms textbook under her arm and a small collection container in hand. She shut the door behind herself and covered her mouth. She headed towards the layout room when a hand tapped her underneath her upper arm. She looked to the side to see Casey walking with her.

"You should get some coffee. Looks like you've been here all night and all morning."

The brunette shook her head. "Came in early to identify this little guy." She held up the container.

"Don't take this the wrong way Sara, but that's more up Dr. Grissom's alley."

"He's in court, countering another entomologist's testimony. Again."

"Sidle!" Sara turned and found Ecklie. "Where's your application for Lead CSI? It was due a week ago."

Sara shrugged. "I submitted it to Catherine eight days ago."

"Alright. Carry on." He disappeared down the hall and Sara started back towards the layout room.

"He's such an ass." Casey told her. "Dillard was so much more accepting."

"Trust me, Ecklie is an ass but he's five times better." They rounded the corner and Sara put the books and the container on the layout table. "I've been suspended twice but not fired. If I did what I did with Ecklie back with Dillard, I'd be flipping burgers."

Casey shook her head. "You seem wilder here."

"Oh trust me," she looked up. "I am."

"Are you sure you know how to identify this?" She picked up the container. "Is it a beetle?"

Sara nodded. "I'm pretty sure it's a Necrophila americana but I need to be sure." She opened up the textbook and then the atlas.

"Well, I'm headed out but we should get breakfast or whatever you want to do." Casey watched her work. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, I'll text you my address." Sara looked up at her. "I'll cook breakfast this Sunday if you're up for it. My boyfriend will probably be camped out in the office so he won't bother us."

Casey put up her hand. "Hold on, since when do you cook, or have a boyfriend."

"I told you I was wilder." Sara smirked at her. "Even been dating the same guy for a year."

"And moved in I'm assuming."

Sara stood up straight. "We even have a dog."

"What happened to you?"

"Vegas baby, Vegas." Sara looked back at the books as her friend left the room laughing.

Sara knocked on Grissom's office door after having gotten the address from the triangulation check. He looked up at her and she walked in, putting her hands on the back of the chair in front of his desk. A smirk on her face, she looked like she was five seconds from teasing him.

"How'd you like to go check out a sex business with me?"

He removed his reading glasses. "Sara…"

"Part of our investigation, get your mind out of the gutter." She stood up with an expression full of humor, "come on, you need to get out of this office and away from those reports."

Chuckling under his breath, he set the file aside and stood up. "If Ecklie asks why I'm behind, I'm giving him your name my Dear."

"Hmm, if you say so." She watched him walk around the desk and follow her out of the office.

"You never need to knock if the door is open." He stated as Sara headed towards the locker room.

Sara turned to him, "let me change my shirt and jacket and I'll meet you at the car."

"I'll be waiting."

Getting out of the vehicle at the address, Sara looked at the exterior and glanced at Grissom as he exited the vehicle also. Two uniforms were waiting due to them giving PD an update of where they were going and needing backup.

"Are you sure this is correct location?" Grissom asked her and she nodded.

"Triangulation's consistent. Caprice Unlimited made the calls from this address." They both walked down an exterior breezeway, looking at the various artwork. "According to the building manager, Caprice is only renting it for two days."

Entering an oriental garden, they both looked around by just standing in the doorway. Once Grissom moved, Sara moved with him so they were going together. They paused seeing a man caressing the shoulder of two women before letting them go and following them out.

"I'm sorry. This is a private residence."

"My name is Gil Grissom; this is Sara Sidle. We're with the crime lab." Grissom motioned to her and she let her attention stay on the man in front of them.

"Anthony Caprice. There's no crime here." He watched them so both redirected the look at him. "That was a job interview. Over fifteen thousand have been spent on this event. It's for several golf club salesmen. They're from Kansas City. Japanese formality will mesh very nicely with their inherent Midwestern restraint." Sara looked around as he spoke, knowing the man was watching her but Grissom would redirect if it got too concentrated. "Their idealized women, submissive but in control becomes the geisha."

Grissom saw his attention on Sara and redirected. "I get it, You're one of those companies that stages fantasies, right? Everything appears real, but it's all been worked out in advance?"

"These scenarios take weeks to craft. I learn everything about my client's wants and his desires, all without him even knowing." He watched the two and as he spoke Grissom glanced at Sara and she at him. "Secret longings; they have a, a kind of electricity. They're often much more visible than we would want them to be."

"And, uh, Jeff Powell's evening? The girl, the car, the billiards, all paid for by Mick Sheridan?"

The man looked straight at them. "Never heard of him."

Sara glanced at him. "Who did pay?"

"A benefactor, wishes to remain anonymous."

Grissom seemed irritated but only Sara was able to pick up on it. "Somebody rich who likes to manipulate people probably."

A printer started printing as Caprice spoke. "Everybody likes to be in control. You don't have to be rich to want that." He walked over to the printer and collected the papers.

They turned as he did. Sara asked an obvious question. "If you're so law-abiding, why did Heidi Wolff and Randy Bolen lie to the police about what happened? Did you tell them to do that?"

"All my employees have a very strict non-disclosure agreement that they have to sign, although, I'd never expect them to lie to the police. Maybe you just asked them the wrong questions." He held out the papers and Sara took them. "Here's a copy of Mr. Powell's scenario. Every event that they talked about was meticulously planned in advance and timed down to the minute."

"And his murder?"

"Tragic but not in my script. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a hot tub to calibrate." He walked off but turned suddenly. "Oh. And my all your dreams come true."

Sitting around waiting for Nick to return from an errand that he wanted to show them. They sat around the breakroom table talking about the case. Files were open but the case was pretty much wrapped up. Reports were written and all that remained was filing the reports. Sara knew that Grissom would be getting their files handed to him once everything was completed.

Catherine looked at them as she finished up the scenario. "The bodyguards dragged Jeff through the service corridor. Between the drugs and the confidence, he must've put up quite a fight." She shook her head. "Most likely, he was still alive when they left. They probably thought they just had taught him a lesson."

Grissom looked to her. "They did. Don't confuse fantasy with reality."

Greg looked right at Catherine. "Well, hush money or not, you have to admit that whole fantasy night thing was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss."

The redhead chuckled softly. "Not happening."

"Greg, don't you have a birthday coming up?" Sara decided to play the game and it was a game.

"Why yes Sara, I do."

Catherine got in on the game also. "I'm thinking ear-shredding rock, a beautiful model, boatloads of sushi and latex?"

"Eh, that was last year."

"I think fantasies are best kept private." Grissom told them and everyone chuckled softly.

"You would." Catherine told him. "And despite my prying, Sara is giving me nothing."

Sara smirked. "I'd be telling you my secrets too."

"Gonna tell me?" Greg asked her. "I can keep a secret."

"Yeah right. I told you one thing about my sex life the first year I was here and within a day everyone knew. I'm not telling you anything anymore."

Catherine chuckled. "Besides, these two practically raised you from lab to field, they aren't going to tell you anything about their lives. It'd be like me telling Lindsey."

Nick showed up at that moment. "Hey. Want to know why Jeff left the girl and went downstairs?"

"Okay." Catherine glanced his way.

"This was dropped off at the Palermo. Manager sent it over." He opened a case to show a beautiful diamond bracelet.

"Nice rocks."

Nick nodded. "Jeff must have spent the ten thousand he won playing pool on it. Gift wrapped, never picked it up."

Catherine seemed to think before speaking. "Yeah, there was a jewelry store right across from the service corridor entrance."

"You know, the biggest fantasy in Vegas is that everything here happens by chance. Nothing here happens by chance. The odds are set before you get off the plane." Nick left after speaking to be able to put the bracelet in evidence.

"You know, I'd settle for a birthday breakfast."

Catherine stood up and looked at Greg. "That is a fantasy." She turned once at the door. "Consider it done."

"Yes." Greg left after Catherine and the remaining couple smiled at each other.

The sound of someone knocking on the door made Sara look up from where she was in the bedroom pulling on jeans and a tank top. Grissom was in the office but he had headphones on listening to classical music, her own music was playing throughout the apartment. Sara left the bedroom, removing her hair from its usual ponytail. Hank was already at the door waiting, tail wagging as he did.

"Hey, come in." Sara opened the door to see Casey.

"Hey, thanks for having me." She walked in, "wow, this is nice."

Sara nodded, "yeah, boyfriend had it before we started dating. I'm in the process of debating with him regarding the fact I want to help start paying the mortgage."

"He resistant?"

Sara turned back to her friend as they started downstairs. "You have no idea."

"Oh hi." Sara turned to see Hank standing by Casey. "What's his name."

"Hank." The brunette made her way over to the kitchen counter as Casey bent down to pet the dog. Once she stood back up, Sara looked over at the dog. "Hank, bed." She snapped her fingers and he went straight for his bed.

Casey shook her head. "I'm impressed. My ex's dog was a menace and he was smaller."

"Oh, I said 'no' the minute Hank jumped on me." Sara told her, "I told Gil, if he wasn't going to train Hank, I would be doing it."

"Gil?"

Sara looked up from where she'd been cutting fruit. "Oh right, I didn't tell you. I'm dating Gil Grissom."

"Oh, well that's impressive." Casey leaned in, "half of San Francisco's lab techs were in love with him. How'd you, do it?"

Sara shook her head. "Didn't do much. Best way to describe it is unrequited love on both sides for years. I mean, we met in 1998 at Forensic Academy Conference and there was instant interest there but we stayed friends. At least until he invited me out here and I stayed. Love developed over time, just not vocally."

"Sara, where's my atlas?" Grissom called from the office.

Sara wiped her hands, "I took it work with me so I could identify that carrion."

"Uh oh, you're in trouble." Casey told her.

"No I'm not." Sara smiled and moved around the counter to the bookcase and glanced at it before pulling a book down. "We have at least three copies of everything." She headed towards the hallway and stuck her head in the office door. "Gil, heads up." He turned and she held out the book.

"Thank you Dear."

"Welcome." She returned to the kitchen. "Used to it by now but I find it endearing." Sara smile was full of love. "Love him to death, even if his most annoying trait is thinking me beautiful when I'm not."

Casey leaned against the counter as Sara started cutting the fruit again. "You are."

"I meant when I definitely am not." Sara chuckled, "I've looked horrible after soupy decomp, under cars covered in dust and oil, and various other times. Beautiful, always, and it drives me nuts."

"Even covered in decomp." Sara nodded. "That doesn't make sense."

"Exactly my point." She turned to open a cabinet and pull out a bowl.

Casey looked around and paused at the bookcase. "Wow, you two do go back." She picked up the picture on the bookshelf. "Baby Sara."

As she put the fruit into the bowl, Sara looked up. "Yeah, 1998."

Putting the picture down, Casey picked up one of just Sara. "When was this taken?" Sara was positioned away from the camera but her head was turned so she was looking at it over her shoulder. A smile covered her face.

"Camping trip last year. Boulder Beach or Lake Mead, one of them."

"You take a camera on a camping trip?" Casey returned to the island as Sara opened the oven to pull out a quiche that had been baking. "God that looks good."

Sara put it on the burners. "I told you I could cook."

"When'd you start learning?" Casey asked her once Sara turned off the stove.

"First suspension. Got bored two days in so I started learning how to cook." Sara reached for plate in another cabinet. "Gil was my guinea pig. I guess it's a good thing I didn't give him food poisoning." She turned back around, "plus he showed me some cooking techniques that I was able to use to help myself along.

Once served, the two ladies sat at the table and started eating. "So, before I bite into this, what's in it?"

"Cream, eggs, milk, cheese, tomatoes, spinach, and mushrooms."

"No meat?" Sara shook her head, "last I saw you, you could go to town on a whole quarter of a cow."

Sara chuckled, "well we had this case a long time ago and to prove we were right, we stayed up all night watching insect activity on a pig. After that, vegetarian. Occasionally fish but not often."

"Ahh, so does he fix his own meat."

"Nope, kitchen is completely vegetarian. Well except for Thanksgiving and I caved into making turkey pot pies since everyone was coming over. Gil may be willing to sacrifice eating meat but the team, it's more likely to snow in Vegas."

Casey shook her head. "God, six years, and you're totally different. Have you ever gone back to San Francisco to even visit?"

"We were there last month. Gil went for a conference and then got roped into a case by Dillard, no shock there. He called for a lab tech and I got sent since there was this really bad case that happened and Catherine said I needed my head on straight. Dillard was an ass as usual but other than that, no issues. Mostly because Gil took offense to how Dillard treated me and said if I left, he'd leave."

"I transferred to Dallas about a year after you left, then when an opening came here, I said why not." Casey grinned. "I'm so glad you're still here. Just so strange since you said you'd transfer to Quantico one day."

Sara picked up her orange juice. "Well I had a reason to stay. It's been a rough road but worth it in the end."