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A/N: Thank you for all of the encouraging reviews, and Taletha, I couldn't force you to eat vegetables for too long, hope ya like
Her name was Casey.
"She's pretty good in the field," Nick said, "not as good as you but she is pretty good."
"And she's nice to look at," Greg told her, "That long blonde hair and ice blue eyes make all of the guys in the lab fall over her."
They told Sara about the girl from Princeton, and she had to admit it sounded like Casey belonged here. When Casey walked into the Break Room for the first time, Sara knew that they were right, she was lovely. This girl in her late twenties had replaced Sara after she left. She seemed nice enough but Sara had to wonder, if all of the guys at the lab were smitten with the new girl, did that mean Grissom as well?
"The people here are really nice," Casey babbled, "Everyone treated me like an equal, I mean, I was worried that everyone would hate me because I was the new girl."
This sparked a twinge of jealousy to course through her, when Sara had first come to Vegas, everyone shunned her. They thought that she was coming on to their turf, it had taken awhile for them to realize that she wasn't trying to step on any toes, she had come as a favor for her friend.
"Yes, these are my best friends." Sara told Casey.
"Yeah they talk about you a lot, I just am glad they don't hate me for replacing you."
"No, they would never do that."
"They treat me with respect, especially Grissom." What? Grissom respects her?
"Really," she said through gritted teeth, "just how respectful has he been."
This caught Casey off guard, "Um well he has just been very...kind, I mean, we have been to breakfast together."
"Grissom asked you to breakfast? Alone?" She jumped up, Catherine was watching carefully, and eavesdropping a little, she was afraid Sara would shake Casey's shoulders to get some answers.
"No everybody was with us."
"So he didn't ask you?"
"No."
"And you didn't go alone."
"No.
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Catherine cleared her throat, causing Casey and Sara to jump out of their skins.
"Casey, go and see if Greg has any results for you."
"Sure." And she all but ran out of there.
Now Catherine's attention towards the brunette.
"I didn't realize it was polite to interrogate the new girl."
"I was not interrogating her."
"Sara you all but hooked her up to a polygraph machine."
"I was just seeing how she liked it here."
"Right, from what I heard, you were seeing how much she liked Grissom, and how much he likes her."
Sara remained silent, Catherine smiled in spite of herself, they could deny their feelings from each other, but it was just plain obvious.
"Look, I just wanted to know how he was, now if you will stop interrogating me, I'm going to see was Robbins has on our killer."
Sara pushed the doors to the morgue open. She smiled, which would seem a little odd considering she was surrounded by dead people, but many a case had been solved in this room and she loved it here. Here the people couldn't fool you, they couldn't hide their feelings, and they told the truth.
"Well look what the cat dragged in."
She looked across the room to see the old gentleman standing in his usual place, by a table where a body lay.
"Hey, doc, it's good to see you again."
"Yes, it is nice to see you walk through these doors, hasn't quite been the same without you."
Sara laughed, "Thanks, so what have you got for me."
"Well the first victim was strangled," he said handing her pictures, "she's already been buried, they second and third are over here."
She walked over to the table where the two victims were laid out.
"The second, was stabbed once, and the third three times." "Each had three xs's engraved across their abdomen."
"He's doing it again, each time he kills them in an even more horrible way."
She stared at the third vic; she was a pretty girl probably her age, with golden hair. Her eyes were closed and she might have been sleeping, if you didn't see the stab wounds angrily spread across her chest.
Against her wishes tears formed in her eyes, she wanted this killer caught.
"Thanks Doc." She said and rushed out of the room.
Sara spent hours pouring over the files. She found nothing she didn't already know.
"Hi." A voice said from behind her. She turned around to see Grissom. Her heart beat like crazy, why did he have to have that effect on her?
"Hey," she said quietly, "umm I was just looking at the files."
"Oh, well did you find anything?"
She shook her head, "I really hate this guy, he leaves no evidence, he doesn't even profile his victims."
"What profile do you have on him?"
"He's male and most likely young and even that is stretching it."
"Let's, just start on the reasons why he is a young male." He said as he stepped closer to her, now he was just behind her, a mere few centimeters from her back.
"Well we think he's male because most serial killers are," he nodded his approval and she continued, "and he is young because some of his victims are young males them selves and he must be strong to be able to overpower them."
"That may well be, but remember follow the evidence."
"What evidence?" "We have no DNA, no fingerprints, shoe prints, anything." "All we have are these xs's he marks on them." "Do you have any idea what they could be?"
He smiled, "I was hoping you could tell me." Now they both smiled at each other. His hand was now resting on her shoulder, his head a few inches from hers. If she turned it she would be so close to his lips, she could. Slow down girl she told herself; don't start falling for him all over again.
She pushed herself away and stood up, "I know that this is awkward, I mean I used to work for you."
"Yes, I guess it is strange, but you are not my subordinate, we are working on a case together, right now we are equals."
She smiled again, "Yeah I guess we are." She looked down at her feet, "So, uh, how have you been? You, meet anyone?" She could have slapped herself, how stupid could she be?
"No," he said, "I've been...preoccupied" She nodded her head.
"Have you met anyone?" Her head shot up; did he just ask her that?
"Uhh, no I haven't met anyone, I've been...preoccupied."
They stared at each other, both quietly relived the other had said no.
"Um, I think that we should, I guess start over, um so are we friends?"
He smiled at her, "Of course we are."
They shook hands; they could feel the electricity flowing through their fingers at their touch.
"Well I better go check on the other." She w
She watched him walk away; he didn't see the longing in her eyes.
Don't fall for him again, she had told herself.
Too late.
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