Catherine softly tapped on Grissom's door. After several minutes it opened, revealing a half grinning Grissom. She smiled at him, "Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me stand out here on your doorsteps and make your neighbors talk?" Wordlessly, he opened the door wide and let her in.

She turned to face him, "So, are you doing what the doctor ordered and getting rest?"

"I feel fine, Cath." He replied evading the question.

With a half grin and a slight chuckled, Catherine continued, "So then that would be a no." She raised an eyebrow at his sheepish grin. "Grissom, how do you expect to get well if you won't listen to the doctor?"

Taking a different angle, he answered, "I'm not the one who brought a party to my house."

She crossed her arms in front of her. There was no way he was going to win this. She was a mom and Grissom had no idea what he was up against. "They needed to know and they wanted to see you. Whether you like it or not, they care about you." Catherine continued playing this verbal game of chess. Gil Grissom was not about to argue his way out of this, he was way out of his league.

"Don't you have somewhere you need to be? Where is Lindsey?" Grissom responded somewhat grumpily.

Catherine knew that if he was bringing up Lindsey he was playing his trump card early. "She's with my sister; all week. I'm taking care of you and making sure you get rest. That's what real friends do. They don't tell you what you want to hear, they tell you what you need to hear." She raised her eyebrow as if to ask if he had any other arguments that she would soundly put to rest.

He looked at her with resignation, "Ok. You win." He sat down on the couch and let out a deep sigh.

Catherine laughed a deep throaty laugh. She sat down beside him and patted his arm. "Can I get that in writing?" She asked in a teasing tone.

Grissom smirked, "Don't push it."

Catherine started to mentally calculate a list, "Are you taking your medication?"

He nodded.

"I know you ate." She smiled at him.

"Thank you, by the way." Grissom answered.

"How much sleep have you gotten?" She quizzed him.

"Well before the night shift party showed up, I was sleeping quite nicely." He smiled at her in such a way as to try and make her feel a little guilty.

"Not biting, Gil." She replied, calling him on his little manipulation.

He laughed, deeply. "Ok."

She smiled at him and then a serious look crossed her face as she studied him.

He looked at her a bit quizzically.

She averted her gaze slightly.

He smiled. "Catherine."

She looked back at him, "Yeah, Gil?"

"Thanks for being here." His look was serious. Studied. "Thanks for being such a good friend. I don't know if I could have handled this without you. I'm glad you figured it out. I don't know how I would have told you about this otherwise."

She grinned at him and then pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist as they sat on the couch. He awkwardly put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer. She smiled and rested her head on his chest.

"Cath?" He spoke softly.

"Yeah?" She answered, not moving.

He cleared his throat. "This is nice."

She grinned, "Yeah, it is isn't it."

Grissom smiled.

They sat that way until they both drifted off to sleep.