As Sara drove back to the lab she groused to herself. She really didn't want to talk to Nick about why that scene had upset her so much; why scenes like it always did. She knew she'd have to placate him somewhat and she thought she could do that by talking around the edges of the issue. She formulated in her mind what she'd say, how she'd say it, and what she was not about to tell him. At the moment she was more pissed off at Grissom than she was afraid of talking with Nick. She knew he'd called her several times while she'd been working the scene. She had turned the ringer on her phone to vibrate after the first time he'd called; and he'd called more than the two or three times he'd indicated to Nick.

Sara just didn't get him. The man was hot and cold and quite frankly, she'd had enough of it. She knew that Nick was right, that when he called and she was on a scene she should answer the phone because he was her boss, but on the other hand, he went from literally biting her head off to acting like he was about to ask her out. Sara couldn't take the pendulum swing any longer. Her own life was complicated enough right now without Grissom continually adding to it.

She pulled into the parking lot of the lab and turned the Denali off. Nick pulled in next to her as she descended from the vehicle. They unloaded the evidence from the back of her SUV and checked it into the evidence vault before heading towards the break room for a cup of coffee.

On the way there, they were intercepted by Grissom, who by all appearances was somewhere between worry and rage. He narrowed his gaze at Sara, his expression softening slightly. "Sara, you need to make sure your cell phone is charged at all times. When I need to get a hold of my CSIs, it's important."

Sara glanced at Nick out of the corner of her eye. They were both aware that Grissom seemed more than a little wound up. "Ok. What did you need?" She measured her words carefully, unsure of why he was so visibly shaken.

Grissom paused, glancing at Nick for a moment before turning his attention back to Sara. "Uh, that's all."

"Ok." Sara looked at him with a perplexed expression on her face.

Grissom headed down the hallway toward his office and Nick and Sara continued on toward the break room. Sara caught Nick's glance and she gave him a quizzical look. "What was that about?"

Nick shrugged his shoulders.

Catherine was in the break room when they entered and her expression seemed similar to Grissom's.

This time it was Nick that asked the question. "Catherine, what's going on?"

Catherine glanced tentatively at Sara and then faced Nick. "Uh, one of the victims at the double homicide we just processed could pass as Sara's twin."

"What?" Sara shook her head slightly and stared at Catherine.

Catherine looked Sara in the eye. "One of the victim's bears a striking resemblance to you, Sara. Grissom's a little freaked out."

Worry flashed across Nick's face.

Sara looked visibly angry. "Why the hell is he freaking out? I'm not the victim, now am I?"

Catherine raised her hands as if to try and calm Sara down. "Hey, I just wanted to give you a heads up."

Sara looked like she was about to say something else to Catherine when Nick intervened. He walked over to where she was standing and quickly put his arm around her shoulder and propelled her toward the door. "Sara, let's take a little walk." He shot Catherine a glance and she just nodded.

Sara knew that if Nick hadn't suggested they get out of the break room she most likely would have verbally bitten Catherine's head off. The thing was, Catherine wasn't who she was mad at. She was pissed at Grissom for getting upset because a victim looked like her. Why the hell did he even care? Even if he did, she certainly didn't think it justified the amount of times he'd called her in the three hours she and Nick had worked their scene.

She was fuming by the time they'd reached the parking lot. "He is such a bastard."

"Sara, he's concerned." Nick tried to keep his tone even as they walked toward the edge of the parking lot.

She glanced over at Nick and scoffed. "Concerned? That man couldn't care about anybody if he tried. And you know what? I'm sick of it. I've had it up to here with his hot, cold, hot, cold. I'm done. Do you know how many times he actually called me while we were at that scene?"

Nick shook his head and let Sara continue.

"Seven. In three hours, he called seven times. Not once did he say what it was about. And did you see him in there? He couldn't even tell me why he'd called me in the first place." Sara looked exasperated. "All because I look like one of his victims."

"Sara." The sound of Nick's voice made it seem as if he thought she might be exaggerating.

She glared at Nick. "You don't believe me?" She pulled her cell phone off of her belt and tossed it at him. "Take a look for yourself."

He let out a sigh and looked at the missed calls. As he glanced up, a faint smile flickered across his lips. "Eight. He called eight times, not seven."

Sara rolled her eyes and started laughing in spite of herself. She raised an eyebrow and quipped. "Do you think that qualifies as stalking?"

Nick handed her phone back to her and as he did, Sara furrowed her brow. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry, Nicky."

He smiled at her. "Don't worry about it."

Sara let out a sigh. "Why does he do this? Why do I let it get to me?" She looked at him with an almost pleading expression.

"You had a thing for him. He's an ass for not picking up on it. Don't beat yourself over the head for it, Sara." Nick sounded concerned. "You know, you're too good for this."

"I'm done. I mean it. I don't care what he does or what he says, I can't do this anymore." Sara let out a deep sigh.

Nick looked momentarily worried. "You're talking about him, not the job, right?"

Sara glanced over at him and chuckled. "Don't worry, Nick, you're all stuck with me for a while."

Nick tried to restrain a smile. "Just wanted to check. I'm not sure I'd want to work here if I couldn't work with one of my favorite CSIs."

Sara smirked. "I'll be sure to tell Warrick."

Nick pulled Sara into a hug. "Hey, I'm here for you, you know that don't you?"

"Thanks, Nick. I don't know what I'd do without a friend like you." She leaned her head against his shoulder and just let him hold onto her.