Nick noticed Sara avert her eyes from Grissom when he walked into the break room to give assignments. He also noted her relief when Grissom paired her with Nick. They exchanged a look that Nick could only describe as comfort. The group of CSIs had parted company, going to their respective assignments. Nick and Sara were on their way to meet Brass. Nick drove, and Sara sat in the passenger seat of the Tahoe remaining silent. Nick kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was thinking and how she was doing. A smile played at her mouth as she turned to face Nick, catching him stealing a glance at her. "You know, Nick, you're not very subtle. You can just ask me what I know you're dying to ask me."

With an eyebrow raised and a grin he questioned her, "Oh, and what is it that I'm dying to ask you, Ms. CSI?"

She stated in a very matter of fact tone, "You want to know how I'm doing after the encounter with Grissom."

Nick just smiled.

"I'm right, aren't I?" She grinned.

He gave her a look that acknowledged that she was right, then quizzed, "And?"

"I'm fine." She stated matter of factly, looking over at Nick.

Nick raised an eyebrow as if to question her.

She smiled at him, "Really, Nicky. I'm fine. In fact, I think I'm doing much better than I have in a long time." With that she reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, caressing it with her thumb.

Nick looked over at Sara and smiled. He took his right hand off the steering wheel and gathered Sara's hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. "I'm glad, Sara."

Sara intertwined her fingers with his and pulled his hand down to the seat between them, drawing lazy circles on the back of his hand with her other hand. Nick grinned and continued caressing Sara's hand with his thumb.

They arrived to meet Brass and reluctantly released their hands before exiting the Tahoe, both wearing wide grins on their faces.

Brass informed them the car had been traced to a 23 year old man name Karl Womach.

Brass drove them over to see Karl Womach. He answered the door wearing jeans and a NASCAR T-shirt. He invited them in. Brass explained why they were there and the circumstances involved with where they found his car. As they interviewed him, he claimed that his roommate, a 19 year old man named Josh Phillips, had borrowed the car that evening and had returned home claiming that it had been stolen. In fact, Karl Womach had filed a report to that effect earlier that day.

Brass questioned Karl Womach, "Mr. Womach, where is your roommate?"

Karl Womach replied, "I think he's out with friends."

Brass continued, "Did you notice anything out of the ordinary about him when he came home last night? Did he appear to have been drinking? Did he appear to have sustained any injuries?"

Sheepishly, Karl Womach replied, "I didn't notice. Josh is always out doing stupid things. He's in college. He goes to parties a lot. It wouldn't be unusual for him to be drunk or hurt for that matter."

Brass decided to conclude the interview, "We'll be in touch Mr. Womach. I would advise you though to provide a DNA sample just to clear yourself, since you are the registered owner and whoever the driver was fled the scene. Oh, and let your roommate know that we'll need to talk to him too."

Seeing the wisdom in Brass' reasoning, Karl Womach willingly offered to give a sample of his DNA. Sara swabbed the inside of his mouth and took a few hair samples. They rode back to LVPD headquarters and parted ways.

Nick and Sara took the samples back to the CSI Lab where they would have it logged into evidence and then transported to the offsite lab for processing.

The rest of shift went by relatively slowly. Nick spent some time trying to help Grissom go over the files from the compromised cases and Sara was called on to help Warrick respond to a smash and grab at a local pawn shop.

At the end of shift, Warrick, Sara, and Nick decided to go by Desert Palm Hospital and see how Greg was doing. Warrick drove. It was Sara's idea to buy him a plant. As the three stood in the hospital gift shop, Sara commented, "Who knew it was so hard to find a masculine plant?"

Nick and Warrick just laughed. She silenced them with a single raised eyebrow. They finally settled on a cactus because it would be hard to kill if Greg happened to not have a green thumb. Nick suggested that they get him a couple of balloons and they spent quite a while debating the merits of each one. Sara talked them out of the 'Congratulations, it's a Boy', instead they settled on a multicolored smiley face that said 'Get Well'.

The trio paused in the doorway of Greg's room. He looked up at them and smiled weakly. "Hey, guys."

Sara smiled at him, "Hey, Greggo. How are you doing?" She set the cactus down and Nick put the anchor of the balloon next to it.

"I'm ok. Really tired, but ok. They said I should be able to get out tomorrow." He smiled at the three of them, glad for the effort they made to come see him.

Warrick interjected, "Hey, we should probably let you rest, but we wanted to see how you were."

"Thanks." Greg responded.

"Hey, man, you better get well soon. It's a little too quiet without your music." Nick added.

Greg laughed.

They visited for a while and left when a nurse came by insisting that Greg get some sleep.

They headed out to Warrick's Tahoe and drove back to the lab to go their separate ways. Nick and Sara got out of the Tahoe and Warrick observed them lingering near Sara's SUV as he drove out of the lot.

Nick couldn't help but touch Sara's arm as they talked and she couldn't help playing with the front of his jacket. They were so absorbed with each other that they didn't even notice when Grissom walked out of the building, pausing to observe their interaction before making his way to his own Tahoe, smiling.