A/N  Greg, Grissom, Catherine and company belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and those at CBS.  Only Beth is mine.

"Thanks for the ride, Sara."

"Anytime Beth."

Beth closed the car door and Sara backed out of the driveway. Beth took a deep breath and stormed up the steps to the house. It had been a long night at work, and she was tired, frustrated, and angry. She wanted nothing more than to sit in front of the television with a pint of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream watching old Sherlock Holmes films with Basil Rathbone. Out of all of the men that played Holmes, Basil Rathbone was her favorite. She could watch him all day… A blur of motion shattered her daydream. She turned to see a dog chasing a cat down the sidewalk, and she scolded herself for losing touch with reality. She pulled the front door open with a force that surprised even her. When she had finally stepped inside, she took another deep breath, trying to slow her pulse and her racing mind.

Work had been hell. She shattered three beakers and four test tubes, broke the spectrophotometer, screwed up on two separate DNA tests and had to reevaluate them both, and to top it all off, she had fought with Greg. Tears began to well in her eyes as the scene played out in her mind.

She had just broken her third beaker. "Shit…" She mumbled a string of other more colorful curses as she bent down to carefully pick up the larger shards of glass. Greg had heard the noise and came to her side.

"What is that, number three?"

"Greg, I really don't need this right now. In fact, I don't need anything right now." She ignored him, focusing solely on the broken glass.

"Not even a little bit of help?" He gave her the best puppy eyes that he could conjure up. But when she looked up and saw him, it just aggravated her further.

"No! Don't you understand? I don't need any help! I'm fine! Everything's fine! Just… Just leave me alone, okay?"
He looked her in the eyes as he spoke. "No, I can't just leave you alone. You're my wife and I love you. Now, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"No, I don't. There's nothing wrong."

"Well, there either is something wrong, or there's not. Make up your mind."

"Greg, can you please just leave me alone?" He didn't even respond. He slowly stood up, looking her in the eyes one last time, then left her to clean her mess alone.

Greg was only trying to be a best friend to her, and she had thrown it back in his face. There wasn't even anything wrong, other than the fact that she was having an awful night. She wanted nothing more than to apologize and get lost in his embrace. But Greg ended up working overtime, and Sara had offered her a ride home.

Beth slipped her shoes off and went to toss her keys on the kitchen table when she noticed them. Sitting in the center of the table in a simple black and white vase were a dozen gray roses. She knew who they were from even before she opened the card. Greg was the only person who cared to know that her favorite color was gray. She reached in through the roses and picked out the card. It read, "I love you honey, and I'm sorry your day went so horribly. I'll be home as soon as Grissom releases his death grip on me. Love, Greg."

She smiled in spite of herself, and all of her troubles melted away. All that was left was the desire for ice cream, a movie, and Greg. So, she searched through the freezer and found some ice cream. It was Black Raspberry, not Phish Food, but it would have to do. She grabbed a spoon and headed into the living room. She popped The Woman in Green into the DVD player and settled into the couch to await the arrival of her knight in shining armor.