Once Grissom managed to get back into the hotel, he immediately went to the kitchen to get some ice for his back. After Sara kissed his bruises better, she went off in search of Greg to, "let him down gently." Grissom decided to head back to his own room to get some rest, so he would be able to function during their shift, which was scheduled to start in an hour. As Grissom slid his key through the card reader and opened the door, he realized something monumental that he had forgot. He had yet again forgotten to ask Sara his important question!

"Ugh, this is getting annoying," he thought as he slowly eased himself onto his bed. Just as Grissom was starting to lull into sleep, his eyes gazed over to the small red box with a gold ribbon that was sitting on his nightstand.

"I wonder what her reaction will be when I ask her." Grissom said aloud just for himself to hear.

"When you ask who what?"

At the sound of Greg's voice, Grissom jumped up and instantly a sharp pain shot down his back.

"Greg!" screamed Grissom, as he looked over at the CSI who was coming out of the bathroom.

Greg's face took on a serious expression. "Don't, Greg me! Where have you been? I have been worried sick!"

Grissom thought quickly on his feet.

"I should ask you the same question."

A look of confused puzzlement crossed Greg's face.

"Huh?"

"Well..." Grissom continued, "I woke up this morning and felt I needed a drink of…milk, so I headed down to the kitchen, got one, and then came back up here, but you were gone. I swore I left you peacefully drooling on your pillow."

"Really…" questioned Greg, "because the kitchen was the first place I looked for you. I thought you had been packing on the pounds lately and I know how much you like food, so it seemed like a good place to check and it was because I managed to snag a bagel," Greg's face lit up and then faded, "but I can tell you, you weren't there."

"Uh…" Grissom stared, dumbfounded, "I forgot to mention that I stopped at…the um…gift shop to buy some…" Grissom couldn't think of anything to say, "some cigarettes!"

Greg's nose scrunched up and he got a disgusted look on his face.

"Ew Grissom, you smoke?"

"No!" exclaimed Grissom, just realizing what he had said.

Greg's look of disgust quickly turned into one of amusement.

"Ah, I see, man. The cigs are for your little lady friend that you were talking to yourself about earlier."

The room went silent for a few seconds. Greg was waiting for a response from Grissom and Grissom wasn't going to open his mouth because he knew he would just make it worse.

"So…" Greg prompted him, "Spill! Who is she?"

Just as Grissom was about to open his mouth and make things worse, he was saved by the knock on their hotel room door.

"Just a sec!" Greg yelled out as he went over to open the door.

Grissom closed his eyes in relief knowing that that was a close call.

"Hey Sara," Greg said happily.

Grissom sighed and brought his hands up to his head to massage his temples.

Greg continued, "I'm glad you're here. You can help me interrogate Grissom! He apparently has a new lady friend that I'm trying to find out some info on. Hey, maybe we all can go on a double date!"

Grissom moaned, not wanting to open his eyes because he knew that the next few minutes would be very delicate and migraine inducing.