**This RPG has followed all protocol and has been approved by sissi59100. Synopsis from Bullet_girl: It all started with a horrible moment for Sara as her brother Stefan was murdered during a drive by shooting. Hours later, Grissom arrived at Sara’s apartment, and noticed that her front door was slightly opened. Full of concern, he peaked inside and felt his heart drop as he witnessed Sara wrapped in the comforting arms of two other men. The two men being Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown. A small, but irrational part of Grissom could not help but feel betrayed. Was he to late to claim her heart? Had she already moved on? Would Sara’s tragedy bring about a promise of the future, a strong desired love? Cast of Characters Sara: CSISidle Grissom: Waiting Nick: Butterflied92 Warrick: Bullet_Girl Greg: ericisacutie Catherine: [/b] Any open characters can be filled with permission of either CSISidle or myself by PMing one of us. And the beginning...: ) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- He abruptly awoke from a deep sleep as he felt the perspiration that clung to his clammy body. He peeled the covers back away from his body as he stared at the read out display of his digital clock. 2:34AM. He realized then that he had failed to turn on the air in his condo. The ringing of his cell phone jarred his immensely tired body to an upward sitting position. His hand roughly wiped at the sweat that had trickled down his eyebrow as it neared the depths of his tired blue eye. “Grissom,” his voice was gruff from his sleepiness. “Grissom. It’s Brass. I have a DB out in front of The Ramport Hotel,” Jim stopped as Grissom interrupted him. “Sam Braun’s hotel?” “Yes, and it gets worse. The victim is Sara’s brother Stefan.” Grissom could not get his head around the words victim, Sara, brother, and Stefan. Sara had a brother? This was news to him. Then again Sara rarely mentioned or talked about her family. Her brother died? This was bad. “I’ll be there in five. Just give me a few minutes. And Brass call Greg for me, and tell him to meet me at the crime scene.” He quickly hung up his cell phone, and dialed Sara’s number. Her phone was turned off as her voice mail immediately came on. Damn. He grabbed his coat as he shut his phone without leaving her message. Truth was he was deeply concerned, and did not know what to say or where to begin.