Grissom climbed behind the wheel of his Tahoe feeling shell shocked at what he had just walked into. An attempt to make right an awkward situation had only been made worse by his blunder. He let out a deep sigh and backed out of the driveway, heading toward the crime scene that he had sent Warrick and Catherine to. As he got out of his Tahoe, he ran into Brass. The homicide detective looked at him quizzically, "Gil, I thought you were on another case."

Grissom glanced at Brass, "I passed it off to Ecklie's crew; I'm short handed tonight."

Brass raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, Catherine told me about Nick and Sara. Did you give them the night off or something?"

Grissom deadpanned, "Or something. Hey, where is Catherine?"

Brass gestured toward the house, "Inside."

"Thanks," Grissom replied, heading into the house in search of Catherine. He came upon her in the kitchen where she and Warrick had been processing the scene of an ugly double homicide.

Warrick looked up, "Hey, Gris."

Catherine turned and looked at Grissom, "Gil, you feeling ok? You look like hell."

"Catherine, can I talk to you?" Grissom gestured toward the living room.

She glanced at Warrick for a moment before turning back to Grissom, "Sure." She wordlessly followed him into the living room. "What's up?"

He turned to face her, "You're good with people. I'm not."

She looked at him quizzically, "What's your point?"

He took a deep breath, "I tried to call Nick and Sara on their cell phones, but neither of them answered."

Her expression changed to one of disbelief, "Gil, you sent them home. You told them not to come back in until next shift. Why did you call them?"

He looked sheepish, "I wanted to apologize."

She gave him a wry grin, "I'm glad you decided to take my advice."

He let out a frustrated sigh, "Unfortunately, it blew up in my face."

Her eyebrows shot up, "Did you go over there?"

He nodded.

She let out an audible groan, "What did you do?"

"I made things worse." He stated.

She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, "How?"

He tried to tiptoe around the issue, "I interrupted them."

Catherine tried to suppress a chuckle, "You interrupted them. And what exactly did you interrupt?"

Warrick could hear everything from the other room and it took all of his self control to not dissolve into laughter.

Grissom cleared his throat, "I, uh."

Catherine crossed her arms in front of herself, "Spill it."

Grissom looked mortified, "I believe it was foreplay."

Catherine wore a bemused grin, "And what makes you so sure?"

Grissom arched his brow at Catherine, "Sara's lack of clothes for one."

Catherine's face registered surprise, "And just how did you happen to see Sara without her clothes on?"

Grissom had an embarrassed expression on his face, "When Nick answered the door, I walked past him into the living room before I realized that Sara was in there and wasn't dressed appropriately for company."

Catherine arched her eyebrows, "Maybe the company wasn't appropriate for the situation. Maybe you should think about that the next time you show up unannounced at the home of newlyweds. You're lucky Nick didn't punch you for walking in on Sara like that and you're lucky she didn't kill you for seeing her completely naked."

Grissom cleared his throat, "She wasn't completely naked. She had her jeans on, well sort of. Anyway, she grabbed a shirt before I saw anything." He looked at Catherine with a pleading expression, "All I wanted to do was apologize."

"And now you've made things ten times worse." Catherine observed with a penetrating gaze.

Grissom nodded.

"I'm not fixing this for you. I know you're not good with people, but you have to fix this one yourself. I suggest you think very hard about what you're going to say before you say it. I'd also like to recommend you don't go over there again unless you're invited." She narrowed her gaze at him, "They're newlyweds, Gil. Somehow they managed to not sleep together before they eloped, so assume that if they're at home, they're probably trying to have sex." She raised an eyebrow at him.

Grissom looked embarrassed, "Yeah."

Her expression softened slightly, "Is that all, or did you come to help Warrick and I?"

Grissom raised his eyebrows, "If you need me?"

She flashed him a suggestive grin, "Always."-