Author's note: Sorry this took so so so long. I'm bad at life sometimes and things got busy. So thank you for anyone who is still reading and thanks to all who reviewed and made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

LVPD Interrogation Room

The CIA could move at the speed of lightning if they had to get there own agents out of trouble while preserving recently gathered intelligence. The fact that this was black ops and needed to remain as quiet as possible helped.

Dixon had gone straight from the airport to the crime lab in order to pass along paper work for Sara's cover. He was at the station before anyone from the tangier casino arrived. He looked grim while he spoke to Eckle trying to explain the situation to little awful, small bug of a man. Proper identification and a call from the governor helped expedite the situation. They had decided to use LVPD resources for the preliminary investigation. The door opened and two cops led Sark into the building. He sneered at Dixon and kept walking.

"Put Sark in a room and don't leave him alone." Dixon told the cops. "Keep him cuffed" Sark disappeared from view and Dixon turned to watch Sara, Sydney, Jack, Weiss and Vaughn being led into the station wearing hand cuffs. Sara and Sydney were still wearing there disguises.

"Good god Brass take those hand cuffs off of them. They are federal agents." Eckle shouted

"Black ops, Conrad. Remember." Dixon closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. I hate this man he thought to himself. Grissom and Nick walked in the see Brass removing the last of the handcuffs. Sara stood to the side rubbing her wrists. Grissom smiled in spite of himself. The red hair he could do without but Sara in head to toe black leather was a sight to see.

"What's going on Conrad?" Grissom demanded.

"We need a private place to discuss this. Weiss. Sark's in interrogation room three. This man," Dixon pointing to Eckle, "Will show you the way. Go continue what you started in the hotel room. Shouldn't take long, we all know that Sark's loyalties are flexible. Whose office can we use?" Dixon spoke with authority taking over the station even though the CIA probably had no jurisdiction here.

"We can use my office" said Grissom, ignoring Eckle's annoyed look. They walked towards Grissom's office. As they passed the break room and the lab the night shift crew started poking there heads out. They all knew something was amiss.

"Cath, come here. Look at this." Greg spoke excitedly as he watched the strange scene in action. Grissom was walking towards his office and talking to a tall black man. Fallowing them were three men and behind them were two women.

"Nice clothes" Catherine said with admiration. "And check out the shoes. Black leather platform boots. Nice."

Warrick joined the group at the window. "Who are they?" He asked the question knowing it would never be answered. It looked like the strange two weeks they had were about to get even stranger.

"Associates of Lady Heather maybe." Catherine said looking into Warricks eyes.

"Well if they are I hope they take care of Griss. Maybe they can deal with whatever bug crawled up his ass."

"Warrick!" Catherine chastised

"Oh come on Cath. You know he's been acting weird for a while now. Ever since those tattoo murders."

"You mean ever since Sara left." Catherine said. They watched from the window as the strange group entered Grissom's office and closed the door.

Grissom's office

"Before we begin I need to check a few things." Dixon said while he opened his briefcase. He pulled out something that looked like a small metal detector and moved around the room slowly checking for bugs. After he was satisfied that the room was clean he pull another small black object from his case and placed it on the desk. After turning it on he said, "There now we can speak freely."

"What is that?" Grissom asked pointing to the device on his desk.

"Bug killer" Dixon explained. "In case I missed something when I swept the room."

"Don't worry Grissom" Sara spoke up from her seat in front of his desk, "He doesn't mean your kind of bugs. He means our kind of bugs."

"Who the hell are you people?" Grissom yelled so loud that Sara knew half the lab heard him.

"If you sit down and shut up we'll explain" It was the first time Jack since arriving at the station and there was no mistaking the coldness in his voice. Vaughn watched as Jack stared Grissom down. Vaughn smirked. Being the focus of Jack's over protectiveness sucked to be sure, but watching him take it out on someone else was almost fun.

Sara and Sydney had taken the two chairs in front of Grissom's desk. The men stood around the cramped office with there arms crossed. The agents were imposing even when they weren't trying to be and Grissom was a little afraid.

"It goes without saying that none of this leave this room." Dixon looked Grissom square in the eyes and Grissom nodded. "Good. The man you have in custody is named Julian Sark. He is number two on the CIA's most wanted. There are only a handful of people that agent have the right to kill on sight. Sark is one of them." As Dixon explained vaguely about the situation and introduced everyone, Sara watched her father walk around Grissom's office. He took note of the wall, reading several notes pinned there before moving on to inspect the bugs. He noticed a tarantula. The only other person he new that kept a tarantula as a pet had been a psychotic dictator. If Jack had distrusted Grissom before seeing his office, he flat out hated him now. Sara's voice brought him out of his own thoughts.

"I think Syd and I would both like a crack at Sark before he gets sent back to headquarters. Something tells me his client is in town. We may be able to get this guy if we act now."

"I agree." Jack nodded. Without waiting for Grissom's approval the women got up and left the room. Sara led Sydney towards the interrogation room while Vaughn and Dixon spoke softly to each other in the corner of the office. Jack cleared his throat and caught Dixon's eye.

"You know Vaughn," Dixon said quickly. "Let's go find the girls, see how they are doing..."

"...go someplace else you mean?" Vaughn answered. "Yes, um coffee?" Vaughn and Dixon left the office quickly leaving Grissom and Jack alone. As soon as they were out the door, Jack reached over and shut the door quietly before walking over to Grissom's desk. Grissom looked Jack in the eye as the older man walked towards him with a slight gleam of malice in his eye.

"I'm only five years older than you. Did you know that?" Jack sighed heavily while Grissom looked at him confused.

"What does your or my age have to do with this case?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with this case. It has everything to do with Sara." Jack tilted his head, pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. Grissom could almost feel his eyes burning a hole through his chest.

"Pardon?" Grissom eyes widened in slight shock and confusion. He and Sara hadn't told anyone about their relationship. They had been waiting for the right time.

"Are you really going to pretend not to know what I'm talking about?" Jack seemed almost amused by this. "You are having a relationship with my... with Sara; correct?"

"I don't understand what this has to do with anything..." Grissom stumbled a little, unprepared for this line of questioning. "Excuse me Mister..."

"Agent Bristow."

"Agent Bristow. I'm the supervisor on this case I really should be..."

"Sit down, Gil. I have some questions that I'm going to need you to answer." Gil sank back into his office chair while the older man walked towards him pursing his lips. There was something about this man that was familiar as well as frightening.

"You have been dating Sara for 11 months, correct?" Jack cocked his head to the side and stared at Jack in a way that made Gil feel like lying to him would be a bad idea.

"Ah" Grissom sighed, "Yes, about 11 months."

"But you have known each other for much longer than that, correct?"

"Also correct" Grissom admitted, "I'd heard the patriot act was invasive but..."

"Agent Sidle was an operative of the CIA, not to mention a valuable member of several longterm operations. Her well being is important the the agency. Her well being is important to me and several other high ranking officials. Do you really think would allow her to work with anyone or anywhere that hadn't been totally investigated?" Lack learned forward over the desk. "And I've kept current with all events at CSI Las Vegas, if only to make sure that one of the thousands of enemies that Sara has made over her years at the CIA don't come back and try something."

"What would they try?" Grissom looked up, suddenly more concerned for Sara than he was afraid of Jack. "What would anyone want to do to her."

"My Daughter Sydney," Jack sighed heavily and shoved his hands in his pockets. "She says that Sara has been in love with you for years. She says that you took years to figure out what to do with, 'this'. What kind of person refers to an important relationship as, 'this'. Sara's friend refers to you as a, 'tool'; though to be fair I'm pretty sure he's still in love with her. Hopefully you are a better choice for my daughter than him. Even if you are only 5 years younger than me."

"Your daughter?" Grissom asked confused

"Sara is my daughter." Jack rose up to his full height and stared at Grissom. "Do not under any circumstances think that I would allow you to do anything to hurt or disappoint her. I could make you vanish off of the face of the earth before anyone had a moment to wonder where you are." Jack gave Grissom one more disapproving glare before following his daughters. He was eager to see them in action. Grissom stood behind his desk for only a moment before shaking his head and following Jack.

Meanwhile in the DNA lab

"I'm telling you it's Sara." Nick Stokes said for the third time. "Not only that but ten minute into processing the crime scene Eckle calls me and tell me to stop. He told me to get back to the lab and that some feds were going to handle it."

"So what you are telling me," Greg said slowly. "Is that you watched two women abduct our suspect and beat him up in an elevator. Than when you busted through the door of the hotel room you this same suspect tied to a chair being interrogated by several shadowy figures and that one of them was Sara. Do I have this right?"

"So far yes." Answered Nick

"Than" Catherine continued "Grissom told Brass to cuff everyone, including Sara, and bring them back to the station for questioning."

"Again correct"

"Than Grissom left the scene without even telling you to process it and came back here. And that those same suspect are the same people who are in Grissom's office right now." Warrick finished

"YES. Don't look at me like that I'm not kidding." Nick knew that his story sound far fetched but he couldn't believe that his co-workers refused to buy it. In fact not only had they snickered while he was telling them the story, they all looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter. "You know something guy" Nick shouted angrily, "I don't care if you believe me. I know what I saw." At that exact moment the Door to Grissom's office opened and two women dressed head to toe in black leather walked out. Catherine, Greg and Warrick all stood up to look through the window and get a better look. This time they paid close attention to the red heads face as she walked by.

"Oh my god" Catherine sounded shocked and she was. Her hair and eye color may have been different and she was dressed like a dominatrix but their was no doubt in Catherine's Mind that the red head in black leather and killer boots was Sara Sidle.

Interrogation Room Three. CSI crime lab Law Vegas Nevada

Sark sat staring at agent Weiss and agent Weiss stared right back. He may have been a good field agent but interrogation had never been his strong suit. Both men turned to the sound of the door opening and watched as Sara and Sydney walked in.

"My two favorite girls. So good to see you again." Sark raised his eyebrow suggestively. Sara was fuming inside. If Sark had stayed away from Vegas she would be getting ready for the end of her shift right now and looking forward to curling up with Grissom after. Her life was a finally going well and Sark had to come back into her life and mess everything up.

Now back to that dream I was telling you about before you abducted me..." With that statement Sara seemed to fly into a rage. She took two giant steps towards Sark and pulled him out of the chair. She slammed him against the wall and held him there by his neck. Sark looked around desperately at the other people in the room. Sydney looked satisfied at what she was watching and the other man just looked amused. That's when the door opened and Jack Bristow stepped inside.

"Sara" Jack shouted "Sara" he shouted again. Sara turned around breathless from her "interrogation" of the suspect.

"Daddy?" Sara stepped away from Sark realizing that she was out of control.

"Daddy?" Sark smiled like a kid in a candy store. He looked to Sydney, Jack and than back at Sara. "He's your father? Oh this is too good. So many super spies in one family. My god Syd, how many sibling do you have?" Sara took a giant step back towards Sark and kicked him hard in the head with her black leather platform boot, knocking him unconscious.

"Oops" Sara looked at Sydney, "I really didn't mean to knock him out. I really didn't kick him that hard.

"Steel toed boots" Sydney reminded her.

"oh right" Sara shrugged her shoulders

"The buyer was probably tipped of by the LVPD raid anyway. Probably caught the first plane out of here. We're going to escort Sark back to headquarters. I talked to Dixon and he said you could spend the day here before flying back for debriefing."

"Thanks dad." Sara sad softly while looking down. She felt like a screw up. She knew that it was a long shot that the buyers were still in town but she had wanted to try anyway.

"Hey." Jack said. "Sara, Sydney, this was great work. No one disputes that." He looked at his watch and than at Sydney. "We need to get going." He kissed Sara on the forehead, "I will see you tomorrow, ok? You did well. You should be proud." Jack left the room allowing his daughter to have a few moments alone.

Sara and Sydney hugged and smiled at each other.

"I can't wait to get out of these clothes" said Sara.

"Really? It's the wig thats killing me" Sydney answered

"how many times do i have to tell you the waist length ones always hurt more." The sisters laughed and hugged one more time before Sydney turned to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow, ok. And don't worry. It will all work out." Sydney smiled and looked at her sister one last time before walking out the door. Sara took a moment to prepare herself for the moment she walked out of the interrogation room and saw the people on the other side. With one last deep breath she walked out to find all of her co-workers staring into the room that she had just been in. Damn two way mirrors Sara thought to herself. She had a lot of questions to answer.

Gil Grissom's Townhouse The Next Morning

Sara sat on the couch in Grissom's townhouse with a hot cup of coffee waiting for him to come home. She knew that most of his questions had not been answered by Dixon's brief explanation. She heard him at the door, fumbling with his keys. The door swung open and he looked at her over the files he carried.

"I almost forgot that I gave you a key" he said slowly "Though i guess you wouldn't really need one would you." The second remark was biting, though she really could not blame him for it. She took a deep breath.

"Grissom"

"Back to Grissom are we? Was calling me Gil, was our whole relationship just part of your cover? I know the job was. But was I too? How about being friends Nick and Warrick and flirting with Greg? What about your history? Was that all just a lie so I would feel sorry for you and stop asking you questions about your personal life?"

"No" Sara told him with tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. She wanted to get this out before she started crying.

"Than what Sara? Tell me the truth." Grissom's face was turning red as he shouted at her.

"I'll tell you what I can. I'll tell you more than I probably should and more than you even wanted to know. Just please stop yelling" His eyes softened at that request. He sat down on the couch with her but he sat far away, watching her. She felt self conscious. He was looking at her the way he looked at a suspect when all of the evidence convicted them before they had a chance to speak.

"Ok" he said softly.

"Ok" Sara reached into her bag and pulled a lipstick. He watched as turned the cap but did not remove it.

"Bug killer" she told him answering his unasked question. "The story of my childhood is true. Except that my father- was not my father. Which actually explains the way he treated me." Grissom grabbed her hand, surprising Sara.

"It does not excuse the way he treated you or your mother. It doesn't really explain it either"

"My mom met a man around the same time she was seeing my adoptive father. I guess thats what we could call him. They were broken up for a month or so, that when my mom met a man named Jack Bristow. He was young. They were young. They didn't know anything about each other but as my mother says, 'love was in the air' they had a brief affair. After about a month Jack moved on and my mother went back to my adoptive father. I didn't find any of this out until I was in my 20's but we'll get to that later."

"And your mother was sure? I mean, how did she...?"

"When I asked, my mother went into details I don't want to rehash about when she slept with whom but... If Jack's not my father than I was a 10 pound premee. We did a DNA test later to be sure." He nodded, not quite sure what to say.

"I was an undergraduate student at Harvard when I was approached by a man who said he worked for the government. They were looking for people like me. He said my test scores had been flagged. He asked me if I wanted to help my country. He gave me his card and a week later I called them. They flew me to Langly for a week. I took about 800 tests and did some physical testing at the farm. At the end of the week I got a job offer. To become an agent at the Central Intelligence Agency. I started out desk rated but moved to the field in record time." Grissom watched her talk. She was almost glowing while she talked about this time in her life. There was something else too. Pride.

"I was looking for something Gil. To give my life meanings. I... I just met them first." The mention of his name brought him back into the moment. It was with that statement that she looked sad. "I met you a week after my first field assignment. It was the first time i regretted joining the CIA. It was the first time i realized what i could never have" She looked into his deep blue eyes and than looked down. He watch as she seemed to fold into herself lost in the memory. His eyes grew bright and he leaned forward until there foreheads touched. They both close there eyes as he leaned into kiss her. They held each other for a moment the air heavy with all they wouldn't say to each other. They broke apart and she took a deep breath and continued.

"I graduated from college and went to graduate school. It was a cover. I can't really get into any of the operations. I'm not aloud Grissom." She paused. "I would tell you if I could but for your own protection I can't." He nodded. His eyes a bit wide because in his head he was imagining Jame bond type missions.

"Do most spies get an advanced degree is physics as their cover?" Grissom asked with a smile.

"I never finished Gil, you know that. My last year of school i went on a mission. It was my first time as team leader. My partner and I went in undercover. Private estate in Monaco. He went as a high roller and I was his trophy wife." Sara paused noticing Grissom's confused expression.

"Trophy wife?"

"Donna Demarko. Former alias. We needed to get inside. You wouldn't believe what you can get away with when you have a good wig and the right clothes. This was our way inside. Ten Minutes into the party i disabled the alarm and gave my team the word to get inside. We needed to secure a weapon being hidden in a sub level of the house. The alarm was supposed to be off." Sara paused gathering herself together to relay the next part of the story. "They new we were coming. It was an ambush. We were set up by faulty intelligence. Half our people were taken out by a group known as the Alliance of twelve. They set up the hit. That much we knew. After that I just couldn't go back. I went into the CIA full time, to help take down the Alliance of twelve. My sister and my father were double agents. Together we got them. I was transfered to the San Fransisco Office and began my new cover job."

"As a CSI?" asked Grissom

"Yes. It was supposed to just be a cover. In those days I used all of my vacation days and than some. Only I wasn't on vacation."

"Missions? You were going on missions with the CIA while working as a full time CSI?"

"Yes" Sara paused, "Than you called. You asked for help"

"And you came." He smiled at the memory

"When you offered me the job I saw it and you as my salvation. This was my way out. Until I came here for that job I had forgotten that life could be anything besides a series of aliases. Standing next to you was like coming up for air. You were my light at the end of the tunnel. Here with you I started living my life again. I had to deal with my childhood which I had buried deep in the back of my mind. As an agent you earn how you compartmentalize your emotions. After a while shutting down is like flipping a switch. You turn yourself to stone so you can do the job. But than you, everyone actually seemed to care. Agents don't really have personal lives. Everything in our lives is a lie. It's makes keeping friends hard. That part of the life was the hardest to let go of. I didn't know how to let people in. Until you, Gil. You made me human again." With that he leaned in and kissed her.

"I'm not leaving Sara. No matter what. I love you."

"Love you too."

"You must be tired" Grissom said. "I know I am. Let's go to bed. We have the rest of our lives to finish sorting this out." Sara smiled at him and followed him up to bed. Tomorrow she would have to go to LA and debrief but tonight she had Gil and a warm bed and nothing could be better.

Grissom's Townhouse Early Morning After the CSI Night Shift

Grissom unlocked the door to his townhouse while trying to balance a bag full of grocery's and a bouquet of flowers. He was going to cook for Sara that night. She was going to meet him at his house in a few hours and he wanted everything to be perfect. He felt badly about the way he had treated her over the last few weeks. He should have known that there was a good explanation for everything. He should have known that she would never intentionally hurt him. He felt silly buying the flowers. Flowers were not really he or Sara's thing but he couldn't help himself. Considering what he was planning on asking Sara tonight, flowers seemed appropriate. He opened the door whistling's to himself and smiling. Than he walked inside.

"Hello, Gil" Grissom screamed with shock and dropped everything we was holding to reach for his gun before remembering that he had left it at work with his holster. When Grissom's eyes adjusted to the darkness he realized that he knew the intruder,

"Hello Jack" Grissom said nervously, "You scared me."

"Well I must admit that was part of the point."

"Part of the point. What was the other part?

"I wanted to talk to you, Gil." Grissom winced when Jack said his name. His voice was dripping with disdain. "You see, Gil. My daughters seem to have a nasty habit all falling in love with morons." Jack rose from the chair and began to walk towards Grissom. "I try to respect my daughters wishes. I would never hurt someone they love. It's important that you understand that." Grissom nodded and swallowed hard.

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good." Jack smiled at Grissom but it did little to reassure him. "It's more important that you understand something else." Jack looked at Grissom to make sure he was still paying attention. "If you ever do anything to harm or hurt my daughter I will kill you myself. And before you die I will torture you to such a degree that you will beg for death. Is that clear?

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Than welcome to the family." Jack smiled brightly and put out his hand to shake Grissom's.

"You say welcome to the family as if..."

"As if I knew that you were planning to propose to my daughter tonight." Jack finished the sentence that Grissom started.

"How did you...?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Not really" Grissom admitted

"I'll let you get back to... what ever it is that you were planing on doing. And please don't tell Sara I was here. I'm planning on surprising her tomorrow. Sydney and Vaughn are flying in with the kids. Sydney wants to celebrate your engagement. A family gathering" Jack said dryly. "I would really hate it if the surprise was spoiled. We have all had so few happy family moments."

"Of course Sir." Grissom watched as Jack let himself out the back door. We picked up his groceries and flowers and walked to the kitchen. Sara would be back soon and he had to make everything perfect.

The End... i think Wa ha ha ha