Disclaimer: I don't own anything. At all. Well, my cat. But she's not in this.

Sara sat on the couch, her head in her hands. How could he do this to her? The sound of a key in the lock caught her attention and she held her breath as he walked in. He didn't even look apologetic.

"Was she worth it?"

"Yes."

"What does she have that I don't have?" She asked desperately.

"Well…" he began to sing, pulling a microphone out of nowhere, "She's all you'd ever want she's the kind men like to flaunt and take to dinner!"

Catherine suddenly appeared and jumped in with an "Oooh oooh oooh!"

Lady Heather was suddenly standing at Grissom's side.

"Gil what the HELL?" Sara yelled.

"Well she always knows her place. She's got style. She's got grace. She's a winner!"

"Oooh, oooh oooh!"

"Catherine, if you don't stop that…" She warned.

Grissom continued, "She's a lady! Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a lady! She's a lady! And the lady is mi-i-ne!"

"Mommy?" A voice said from the stairs. She looked over to see Greg dressed in footed pajamas clutching a teddy bear by one arm. The outfit was completed by a towel tied around his neck like a cape. "Are you and Daddy fighting?" He asked.

She sat up suddenly in her bed and glared at the figure next to her, and slapped the back of his head. "Ass, " she mumbled as she lay back down.

Grissom's eyes shot open and his hand flew to the back of his head. He turned to look at Sara, but it looked like she was asleep. He settled back into his pillow and wondered what had woken him up.