Sara

At Debbie Marlin's crimes scene Gil Grissom searched and searched for clues as to what had happened that terrible evening, he was tired and he hadnt had food in over 2 days and he barely slept properly on his sofa in his office everytime he closed his eyes Sara always showed up in his mind as the girl that was dead and it killed him inside everytime.
 He needed to find something himself and Catherine had discovered a deep incision in Debbie's neck, executed with a short, sharp instrument, such as a scalpal, when they sent the body to Dr.Robbins, he estimated that she had been dead for 24 hours but they couldn't be sure.

Sara was on desk duty today and she was distant from her job, she was think of ways she could tell Grissom how she felt, it was nagging in her brain, and it was annoying her all these thought kept coming into her head, it was distracting her. She left the lab and went to her car, she drove to the Debbie Marlin's crimescene, she wanted to know why Grissom had got so personally involved in the case, she figured she could lend a hand and help him, she was worried about him, when she put all the intimate feelings aside she was truely worried that he would over work and something would happen to him.

When she arrived on the scene, she saw Grissoms car parked outside the driveway, the yellow crimescene tape was still up.
Sara got out of her car and walking into the house
'hey grissom, you here' sara shouted into the house, no one answered, she walking into the kitchen to find Grissom fast asleep at the table, she gently shooking him to wake him up, once he saw her he jumped out of the chair
'what are you doing here?' he said wearly, she told him to sit back down that he looked exausted
'thanks' he smiled a little, ' so what are you doing here, did i not say you had desk work?' he questioned
a little embarresed 'Yea you did, i just thought you might need a little help' she shrugged her shoulders 'you clealy need rest' she pointed to the table.
' look my apartment is just around the corner, you clearly need sleep, you can sleep in my spare room and i will make you some lunch'
he looked at her with shock, he had never been to her apartment, all the years that they had worked together he had not stepped through the door.
'Yea maybe i do need sleep' he finally gave in, 'thanks' he added when they were in her car.