In Blue

Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to AZ, CBS, AA, etc.
A/N: Thanks Cammy!

You'll never know the love I felt,
wanting, waiting for you.
It takes a weak heart to forget,
follow, follow it through.

"Grissom!" Sara didn't even have the audacity to pause on the thresh-hold, let alone knock on the door. "You are not going to believe this!"

Her whole body screamed 'furious' when she smacked down the file on Grissom's desk. "The semen came back from DNA, they were from the father! He didn't live there anymore, he and his wife filed for divorce three years ago after she called the cops on him because he had beaten her and the elder daughter. He's been in jail for assault, was released last week. Now the bastard came back to finish the job."

Grissom stared at his desk, then at her before slowly reaching for the file, opening it and taking in the same information she had just shared with him.

"I'll ask Jim to get him in," Grissom said with suppressed anger. "I need you to stay calm, Sara. I want to nail his ass too and we've got him, we've got all the evidence there is to get on him. It's just a matter of formalities now."

Sara leaned on his desk and looked him in the eye.

"Are you calm?"

Grissom took off his glasses and rubbed his face, hoping he could put off answering her long enough for her to give up. No such luck, she was still staring at him intently, waiting for an answer to a question that seemed so simple but was so very intense at this moment.

"No," he sighed, "no I'm not calm."

Sara knew he didn't want to go into details, but his answer wasn't sufficient. She wanted to know he suffered from this case, at least as much as she did. She wanted to know that she wasn't the only one who could get a splitting head ache from watching a life being taken and the anticipation of putting the person that was responsible behind bars.

She wanted to reach out for him, to hold him, to get him to hold her, to touch her, to see her just this once, or maybe forever. It took great effort not to reach out and cup his face, pull him close. That was solely reserved to the nights, in which she could fantasize freely of him being there for her, like he would never be.

The silence fell like a blanket over them, making the world small, just the two of them. Noises from the outside world got muffled, didn't make sense anymore. Where they were it was warm, comfortable and no one could see them, no one could hear them, no one could touch them, reach under the blanket.

It was she, who spoke next, and the blanket lifted before it got too heavy for her to take.

"In time we'll both be alright, right?"

Grissom swallowed and nodded. "We will be, in time."

His phone rung, disturbing their peace when he reached for it and let his gaze leave her face.

"Grissom."

He was quiet while he listened to the person on the other side of the line and once in a while he nodded as if he thought that person could see it.

"I was about to ask you the very same question, so by all means, bring him in. Yes... yes I'll notify Sara."

With that he hung up and told her things would be okay in a short while.

He caught her in the hallway a while later, after she had strolled passed his office for the fifth time in two minutes. She knew she had stuff to do, but right now all she could think about was how and when that son of a bitch would be caught.

"You're coming with me," he whispered in her ear while holding her by her upper arm.

Heat rose in her cheeks due to the sheer lack of space between them and she stared at his hand through her lashes before being whisked off towards the exit.

"Where are we going? Did they catch him? Did Brass call?" she asked.

"You're asking too many questions, Sara. You and I are both pent up, we need something to... release the tension."

Her thoughts drifted to him in her bed and she quickly shook her head to loose that trail of thought. Too good to be true.

He took her not to his bed, but to his car which he drove without telling her where to.

They were driving down the Strip and Sara got more and more curious. The slow hum of the engine was disturbed by her shifting in her chair and tapping her fingers on the window sill.

"So, where are you taking me?"

Grissom smiled faintly. "You'll see."

Sara glared at him, then at the road ahead. By daylight everything in Vegas looked old; the houses, the multitude of casino's, the neon signs, the people, but not Grissom. Grissom looked his every day self, not under the influence of the magnitude of the desert city, undisturbed, peaceful.

They passed the Circus Circus on the left and she wondered how a person like Warrick could have decided to marry there of all places.

"I'd never marry at a drive by chapel," she voiced her thoughts.

"Like Warrick, you mean?"

"You know that Warrick married at a drive by?"

"Yes, the Circus Circus, we just passed that." Grissom shrugged.

"Why, Grissom! You actually do hear stuff people around the lab discuss!"

Grissom smirked, but let the quip slide.

"Seriously though," Sara said, "can you believe that? You just drive in there, drive out five minutes later and you're married. What's the fun in that?"

"Some people may find it convenient."

"When I get married some day, I want it to be great and beautiful. A day to remember."

The car slowed down to a stop in front of a red traffic light and there was silence apart from the slight vibration of the car's engine. Sara looked at Grissom, who in turn was staring up at the traffic light as if his life depended on it. Red sprung to green.

"Me too," he said and the car sped up once again.

Sara stared out the window to her right, a slight grin curving her lips at the thought of Grissom actually thinking about marriage. She doubted he would ever get that far. She'd tried to get him to open up, tried to get him to show his feelings to her, feelings she had no doubt existed, but she hadn't succeeded and after Nick's abduction she had decided to make peace with it and let go.

After passing the Wet 'n Wild water park they turned right onto Sahara Avenue.

"You're not taking me to the mall are you?" Sara asked looking slightly terrified.

"Nope," Grissom answered and after passing the mall, he once again turned right.

"Maryland Parkway? Are we going to the country club?"

"Nope."

"Sunrise hospital?"

Grissom looked at her in confusion. "Why would I take you to a hospital to get your mind of things?"

"Right."

They drove on, making their way down Maryland Parkway.

"You're aware we're going back in the direction of the lab?"

"Yes."

"You just took me for a sight seeing tour of Vegas?"

"Nope."

"We just crossed Flamingo Road!"

"I am aware of that."

When Grissom turned right onto University Road and they entered the grounds of UNLV, he asked, "You're not going to ask if I got lost or anything?" He turned onto a parking lot and parked the car. Before Sara could say anything he had shut off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

"Going back to college is not exactly my idea of fun, Grissom," Sara said while climbing out of the vehicle and closing the door behind her.

"I'm not taking you back to college... I'm taking you to the body farm."

Sara's eyes widened. "The body farm? For real?"

Grissom smiled at her and nodded. "I thought you might like it."

"Are you kidding me? I've always wanted to go there!"

"Then, lets not waste any time, shall we?" Grissom said while placing his hand to the small of her back and guiding her forward. "It's just behind this building."

Sara could barely keep the grin of her face when she felt the heat radiating of his hand and onto the skin of her lower back. The layers of clothing did nothing to keep their body heat separated. Or maybe it was just in her mind and the heat came from inside of her.

They spent nearly two hours between dead bodies and enjoying it for a change.

"It's weird to see all of those dead people lying there and not having to look for evidence," Sara said when they walked back to the car.

"It takes some time getting used to."

"Grissom?"

He turned to look at her. "Yes?"

"Thank you for remembering and for getting my mind off the case. It was liberating."

"You're welcome."

Grissom smiled, really smiled and he didn't do that often. Sara savoured the moment.

His pager started beeping and shortly after, hers followed.

"Brass," Sara stated.

"He's ready," Grissom smiled.

He held the door open for her. "Let's go."