Catherine was the last to leave the townhouse. Warrick, Nick, and Greg were quick to oblige; the labrats took a bit more coaxing by Gil; and Jim left as soon as he'd finished discussing something with Gil and given Sara a hug. But Catherine pulled Sara into the hallway, refusing to leave until she'd discussed something with her that she said was very important.

"Cath, really, I'm in no mood to talk," Sara protested, gingerly touching her forehead. Catherine shook her head and took Sara by the shoulders in a sort of motherly way.

"Sara, I have to know why you did it."

"Cath-"

"Was it Grissom? Are you two having problems?"

"Cath, really, I don't want to talk about it!"

Catherine shook her a little. "Sara, this isn't a matter of WANTING to talk about it. If you two are having problems, I want to help. Even if you're not, I want to help. I want to help you."

"Well, you can't. Okay? This is something I have to work out on my own. It's not a problem with Grissom. It's not a problem with you guys. It's a personal issue, and I can take care of it myself."

Catherine gave her a look that said 'Oh, come on. You shot yourself in the head. Sure, you can deal with it yourself, what next, slashing your wrists?'

"If you want to know what's going on in my head, go look at the case files I've been working on," Sara said with a sigh, "Now please, I need some alone time with Gil." She pulled her friend in for a hug.

Catherine finally agreed to leave, and Sara and Gil were finally alone.

Sara walked into their shared bedroom, where she found Hank laying at the foot of the bed, sleeping. Smiling, she sat down next to him and gave him a big hug. Hank's eyes opened, and, upon seeing Sara, he gave a happy bark and licked her face. "I'm glad there's someone here who won't question me."

She heard Grissom clear his throat, looked up, and saw him standing in the doorway. "How's your head feeling?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sore," was Sara's reply as she turned her attention back to the dog.

"Anything I can do to help?" Gil asked as he slowly walked into the room. Sara shook her head, rubbing Hank's belly. "Sara, you told them all to leave because you wanted us to be alone. And I want to understand what's going on here."

I'm heavily considering leaving you for what you did to me today. I can't believe you would make light of how I'm feeling. I can't believe you saved me. "I'm tired."

"So you want to go to bed?"

"No, I'm mentally tired, not physically. I'm tired of seeing death everyday. I'm tired of TALKING about death everyday."

Grissom sat down next to her and gently touched her cheek. "So you decide to go through death rather than talking to me?"

"I didn't think you'd understand."