"What's up, boss man?"
"First, don't call me boss-man, and second, log the evidence for your case in and go home and rest. This is your second shift and Sara's third. Go home."
"What about Sara?"
"I'll take care of Sara," Grissom walked out of the layout room where Greg began to put the evidence away.
"Hey, Gil, what's up?" Sara came down the hall, heading for the layout room once again.
"Greg's logging in your evidence and you're going home."
"No, I'm not. I'm going to look over that shirt again."
"Sara, listen to me, it will do no good, this is your third shift. You need to go home and rest."
"No, I can finish the case this shift. I know it."
"Sara, the evidence will be there when you get back. Go home, sleep, eat, and come back new and refreshed. You won't miss anything then."
"No, I can finish it now."
It was amazing how stubborn she could be.
"You leave me no choice," Grissom sighed as he picked her up over his shoulder.
"Put me DOWN NOW! Stop it! I can finish the case! Put me DOWN!" Sara struggled to break free, but Grissom kept a firm grip on her waist.
"This is sexual harassment!" She protested more.
"Not when I'm not on shift," he pointed out.
"Hey, Gil, what are you doing to Grissom number two?" Catherine asked as she made her way down the hall.
"Taking her home, this was her third shift."
"Somebody needed to. She was practically yelling at Hodges to get the samples done."
"Sara, is this true?"
"NO! It's not my fault he put my stuff at the bottom of the pile," She huffed, "Catherine, get him to put me down!"
"Hey, whatever you two do on your own time is your business."
Sara squirmed some more as Grissom came outside into the fresh air. He put Sara down to open the car door and she stood there with her arms crossed.
"You can't make me go home."
"As your husband, no. As your boss, yes. Get in the car."
Sara glared at him for another minute as he got in and began singing to the song that was on the radio. She finally sighed and laughed as she got into the car. She was asleep before they got home.