Catherine cocked her head to the side, listening. "Warrick? Do you hear that?"

Warrick nodded. "Yeah. Someone's having a hell of a good time in the break room. Probably Greg dancing with himself again." He shrugged. "Well, we're gonna have to break up his little party. Grissom's gonna be here with assignments any minute."

Catherine was first through the doorway. She stared in fascination at the hysterical pair in front of her and would have walked right into the doorframe if Warrick hadn't put a hand between her and the wood. "What the hell . . ." She blinked. "You guys . . . you ok?" It didn't look like either Sara or Grissom had heard her, so she walked toward them and spoke louder. "Want to share the joke, guys?"

Sara got a handle on her breathing first and, holding her sore-from-laughing stomach, she shook her head and gasped to Catherine, "No joke, Cath." She was hit by a new fit of giggles and collapsed to the floor, leaving two confused CSIs and one still-hysterical supervisor to stare at her.

Grissom held up a hand toward Catherine. He was still hyperventilating, and his speech came out in gasps. "We're . . . fine. Funny . . . talk. With the . . . sheriff."

Catherine and Warrick looked at each other. "When was the last time anyone saw Grissom laugh, War?"

"I don't think I've ever seen the man laugh, and especially not so hard he was crying." He reached down and grabbed Sara's hand, hauling her back up to a standing position. "You ok there?" Still giggling, Sara nodded. Warrick didn't trust Sara's legs yet, though, so walked her over to the couch and sat her down. "Stay there, girl."

Catherine moved toward the sink. "I'm thinking that you two need some paper bags to breathe into, but since we haven't got any, you'll have to settle for glasses of water." She filled two glasses and handed them off to Sara and Grissom, who were both finally starting to regain control.

After a few minutes of sipping water and taking deep breaths, Sara was feeling almost normal. "We talked to Mobley," she explained. "He started accusing me of trying to, uh . . ." Her face turned red and she stopped talking.

"Sleep your way to the top?" Catherine supplied.

Sara nodded, still flushed. "Um, yeah. So he was doing that, and I was, for once in my life, speechless. Then Grissom comes out with this brilliant speech about Janet – you know about Janet?" Catherine and Warrick both shook their heads. "She's the new head receptionist, and she and Mobley are . . . messing around, having an affair, whatever you want to call it. So anyway, Grissom makes this brilliant speech about how was Janet, and oh, silly Gil for having brought up those rumors." She grinned. "Man, you should have seen the sheriff's face!"

Catherine and Warrick both started to laugh at the thought, setting off Sara and Grissom's giggles again. At that moment, Nick walked in and stopped short, staring at the scene in front of him. Ever resourceful, instead of stuttering a question, he simply reached over and flicked off the light switch. Four surprised voices chorused, "Hey!" and then there was a "thunk" as Grissom tried to lay his head in his arms but missed, smacking his head into the table.

Nick flicked the lights back on. "Now, kids, suppose we all calm down and let Nick in on the joke?"

Rubbing his forehead and frowning, Grissom repeated the story in a slightly more comprehensible manner, causing all five to start laughing all over again, though in a more restrained manner. "Ok, ok. Let's get to work – can't spend the whole night laughing," Grissom finally announced

"Sure we can!" Catherine told him. "But we'll take pity on you and behave."

Grissom attempted an austere nod. "Thank you, Cath," he smiled. "Now – we've got a relatively light load tonight. Burglary of a room at the Tangiers and an attempted sexual assault out toward the desert. The woman managed to get a whack at the perp and sent him running away with a bloody nose."

"Good for her," Sara and Catherine said together. Sara, continuing, asked, "So who gets what?"

Grissom pondered for a moment. "Does anyone mind if I take Sara with me and do the burglary?" Two winks and a giggle answered his question. "Ooookay, I'll take that as a no. In that case, she and I will take the Tangiers, and I'll need you three to do the attempted assault." The team broke up, grabbing their kits and heading to the cars.

Catherine refused, again, to let Nick or Warrick drive. She considered her perfectly adjusted seat her property and rather than face the wrath of Willows, the two men acquiesced. In response, she fluttered her eyelashes and, with a grin, said in her best southern belle voice, "Why thank you boys. You're so considerate to little old me."

"Stuff it, blondie," Warrick joked, looking for something soft to throw at her. Finding nothing, he said, "Let's change the subject, shall we?" Catherine and Nick, guessing that he had something in mind to talk about, nodded their okay. "Sara and Grissom. Do either of you find it weird? I mean, I'm totally happy for them – we all know they were, like, born to be together, - but I've gotten so used to seeing Grissom ignore Sara, and Sara keep trying to date other guys, that I do a mental double-take every time I think about them now."

"Wait a minute," Nick threw in. "Before we start discussing this, let's all agree that unlike last time, Sara's not going to find out about this conversation?"

"Deal," answered Catherine; Warrick echoed her response.

"Good," Nick continued. "So War, you're saying that you can't get it through your thick head that they're," he paused, trying to think of the right word, "dating?"

"No, no. I'm saying that it just keeps surprising me when I see it, even though mentally I know what's going on."

"I kind of know what he's saying, Nick," added Catherine. "After three years of watching them dance around each other, it's just . . . weird to see the lack of tension between them anymore. Like I'm in an alternate universe or something." She shook her head. "And man, who else is skeeved out at the thought of them in bed?"

"Ewwwww!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's a little easier when you don't know one of the people, like when Grissom and that dominatrix . . . ugh, on second thought, let's not talk about her. Well anyway, I almost feel like their mother. This is probably how I'm going to feel when Lindsey gets married, too. Like, 'Good for you, just don't let me know what you're doing'."

Nick nodded.  "Yeah, tell me about it." He shuddered theatrically. "But like you said, I think we're all totally happy for them, but it's going to take a while to get used to it. Have either of you thought about the idea of them getting married?"

"A couple times." Catherine put a hand to her forehead as though she had a headache. "And that's an even scarier thought. I think they probably will get to that point eventually, and I'll be happy for them if they do, but I don't think it's going to be any time soon. They're way too happy right now, you know?"

"Well I don't know about you, Nick, but I agree with Cath. I'm just waiting for them to have another blow-up fight. They're overdue." Warrick sighed. "I have a bad feeling that before they get the rings on, there'll be World War III in the Grissom/Sidle household." Nick nodded in agreement.

Catherine put her foot to the brakes. "Ok guys, this has been fun, but judging by that cruiser and the big X on the map Grissom gave us, I'd say this is the scene. Conversation to be continued. Cool?" She was answered by the slamming of two car doors as the men got out.