Sara sighed; it was always good coming back to the lab after a crime scene. She walked into the building like she owned the place and made her way down towards the break room. She had sent Nick off to Jackie with the fingerprints, and then she had ordered him to go to Greg with the money and the drugs. Sara on the other hand was looking forward to a good fifteen minutes of down time.

She made her way down the hall when she passed by Grissom's office. He was sitting inside behind his desk talking to someone standing in front of him. Sara didn't recognize the girl who stood there. Grissom was now smiling, and then reached over and picked up the phone. Grissom barely ever smiles.

The girl came out of his office and was coming right by Sara. "Who are you?" Sara blurted out. She had to know whom this girl was that could make Grissom smile.

The girl stopped in her tracks with a puzzled expression. She looked at Sara for a moment, and then walked right up to her and grabbed her hand. "I'm Jenny. Jenny Duke." She said, still shaking Sara's hand. At lest she did have a firm handshake.

"What are you doing here?" Sara now asked releasing her grip from Jenny's.

"I'm working with Grissom." She said as if she had been doing it for some time now. "But I've got to go find Catherine now. It was nice to meet you!" Jenny yelled as she turned away from Sara who stood there with a puzzled look on her face. She hadn't introduced her self to Jenny.

Grissom hung up the phone and looked up to see Sara standing there looking confused. "Is something wrong?" he called to her.

"Who was that?" Sara asked coming over to stand in his door way.

"Oh, you mean Jenny right? Brass got us an intern." Grissom said shifting through some papers on his desk. "Don't worry, she's got nothing on you." He said looking up and smiling at Sara. Ok, maybe she could make him smile.

Sara nodded her had seeing that Grissom was wrapped up in something, and began to turn away.

"Sara?"

Sara turned back and looked at him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked putting his papers down.

"Oh, no, I was just confused to who the girl was…."

"No, not like that Sara." Grissom hesitated for a moment, "Are you okay?"

Sara stood dumbfounded in the doorway. "I'm fine." She finally spat out in reply to his question.

"We've been over this before. I can always tell when you aren't acting like yourself."

"And since when do you know how I act?" she shot back at him. And he didn't know. She was one person at work, the got-to-get-everything-done, neglecting herself, over working person here. But at home, well, she really didn't know because she never through about that. Sara really never was at home.  Her life was her work.

"I spend just about every day with you. You have certain behavioral patterns."

"Way to bring me down to the level of animals, Grissom." Sara replied sarcastically. She shifted weight on her feet as if she was getting ready to move.

"Sara? Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Sine when have you been so concerned about me?"

"I always have been." He replied talking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair.

"Why do you think that something is always wrong?" Sara asked talking a step into his bug-infested office.

"Because usually something is."

Sara took a few more steps in, and pulled back one of the chairs that was in front of his desk. She usually never came in here to make conversation with Grissom. It was always her rushing back and forth from one spot in the lab to another. Sara had forgotten just how eerier his office was with all the bugs.

"Did you ever find that something?" Grissom asked brining Sara out of her daze.

"Hmm?" Sara asked focusing her attention back on Grissom. He was staring straight at her, but his eyes seemed to pierce right through her. "Find what?"

"What do you do when you go home?"

"I sleep, and I eat, and I read…."

"Everyone does that Sara. Don't you have something you like to do outside of this lab?"

"I think we've had this conversation before." Sara answered with a little laugh.

"We have, and I'm still worried about you. That little stunt you pulled earlier made me realize that maybe everything isn't okay. Sara, you've got to separate yourself from work."

"That's the problem Grissom, I feel that I am work. When I go home I think that I could be doing more back here at the lab. I don't like to put something down in the middle, and I always feel that I could have done more. That's why I'm always here. I've always been this way."

"You need some sort of outlet Sara. I don't want to see anything happen to you because you are so wrapped up with the stuff here." Sara took in his words and nodded. Grissom sighed, "I know you still aren't going to do anything."

She sighed, "What am I supposed to do, Grissom? Start taking yoga classes? Go see Celine Dion over at Caesars? Fly to Disney land?"

"I just want you to separate work and play. I care about you Sara."

The words struck Sara hard and she stared at him for a moment lost for words. "I don't play." She finally answered, "That's the problem. I can't separate the two if there isn't one."

"Sara, you throw yourself onto cases and then become emotionally attached. That's not healthy. You push yourself way too far, and then come down on yourself hard when you mess up. A person can't live like that. I think it has been getting worse and worse with every case that comes up."

Sara just sat there staring at him. He really did seem worried, but did he really care about her? Grissom went on, "what would you be doing if you weren't a CSI?"

"I don't know." Sara stated and looked down at the ground. "I don't like to think about that. I chose to do this because…"

"Because you felt you could hide in the job?" Grissom answered for her. Sara sat there in silence. "You should have to hide. No one would know how wonderful you are then." Grissom continued to stare at her with a worried look. He really did care about this girl. "Sara Sidle, I am giving you three days paid vacation. In that time you are to find something that you really love to do, outside of this building. You are to then come back here and tell me, and we are going to compare."

"What did you just say Grissom?"

"You are going to come back here and we are going to go out compare the things we love."

Sara stared at him with a blank expression and narrowed her eyes at him.

"We both have next Friday off. I already checked."

"Are we going out?" Sara asked.

"You can call it that. Now I want you to finished this case and go home. I don't expect to see you back here until Thursday." Grissom slipped his glasses back on and began to shift though the papers again. Sara took this as her cue to leave and stood up, still a little bit confused about what Grissom had just told her. "Oh, and another thing," Grissom added as she stood once again in the doorway. "Stop giving poor Nicky a hard time. You two are a bad as kids sometimes." Sara looked back at him wondering when he had become as powerful as God, and how he knew all of this stuff. How exactly did he know that Sara had been taking her anger out on Nick? She shrugged it off and headed towards the break room.

She stopped dead in the hall way then as she remembered that Grissom had just set them up to go out.