Grissom finished with the crime scene, and trudged wearily to his car. He heard someone vaguely calling his name, so he stopped, and turned. Catherine was running after him, "Grissom, do you think you'll be okay at your house?" A little humiliated at being treated like a five-year-old, Grissom nodded, "Yeah, I'll just lock my windows this time, goodnight Catherine." "But Grissom" He cut her off, "I said, Goodnight Catherine." He got into his car, while Catherine stood fuming, and after a moment, she couldn't hold it back. She flipped him the bird.

The phone was ringing as Grissom cautiously unlocked the door to his house. "Hello?" he said, expecting to be Catherine to chew him out. "Hello Grissom, have you finished with my new body?" It was Grissom's best new friend, his head began to ache more fiercely. "Yes, I just got home, by the way, why did you try to give me brain surgery the first time I came in." The voice chuckled, "Just reminding you of the game." He paused, "Have you figured me out yet?" "No, do you want to give me a hint?" Grissom asked, not expecting a answer. "Now, now, you know I can't do that. It wouldn't be any fun." the voice replied. There was a moment of silence, then he said "Well Grissom, it's been fun talking to you, but I must go." "No don't hang up!" Grissom said quickly, but his plea was only heard by the dial tone.