Catherine was standing in baggage claim with an amused expression on her face when Grissom finally showed up. "I take it you were near the back of the plane."

Grissom flashed her a half smile. "Apparently."

He gathered his bags and followed her out to her Tahoe. "How'd things go while I was gone?"

Catherine chuckled. "What? You don't think everything falls apart the moment you leave town do you?"

He glanced at her over the rim of his glasses. "I didn't say that. You're very capable, Catherine. That's why I trust you."

She just shook her head in amusement at the backhanded compliment he'd just issued her. "Well, Sara sprained her ankle on a case."

Grissom's eyebrows shot up. "Worker's comp?"

Catherine chuckled. "It's just minor. She's not off work, she just can't walk on it for another few days."

Grissom cocked his head slightly. "Doesn't she live on an upper floor?"

Catherine smiled. "She's staying with Nick."

Grissom looked a little taken aback. "Nick."

Catherine looked amused. "Uh, huh."

Grissom pondered that for a few moments. He glanced over at Catherine as they climbed into her Tahoe. "Is there something going on between Nick and Sara?"

Catherine chuckled. "Last time I checked, no. But that could change at any time."

Grissom's eyebrows shot up. "I should talk to Nick."

Catherine started to laugh.

Grissom looked at her slightly perplexed.

Catherine stopped laughing and leveled a serious expression at him. "Gil, don't do that. They're adults, and their personal life is none of your business."

He looked as if he was going to say something.

Catherine cut him off before he could start. "And they are both professionals, so I'm sure they both know that they can't let any personal relationship affect work."

Grissom just let a tiny smile overtake his face as he sat back and enjoyed the ride. "Catherine, it's good to be home."

Catherine just smiled as they pulled into the parking lot of the lab.

Shift was about to begin, and Grissom was happy to be back at work.

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Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick were seated in the break room drinking coffee and waiting for Nick and Sara so they could get assignments and start shift. About fifteen minutes before shift was supposed to begin, there was a slight commotion in the hallway.

"I am not a Neanderthal, Sara." Nick's voice sounded amused.

"Well, isn't this how they treated their women?" Sara didn't sound upset, although one might expect that she would by the line of conversation.

"So, you're my woman, huh?." Nick chuckled. A sound that sounded like a smack resounded. "Ouch, woman, that's my ass you're slapping.

"And a nice ass it is." Sara's voice sounded like she was smiling.

The trio in the break room exchanged amused glances as they heard a little yelp followed by giggles.

The reason was evident as Nick and Sara came into view. Sara was hoisted over Nick's shoulder, one of his hands was firmly on her butt, and Sara was trying not to laugh as she held onto her crutches. An embarrassed grin was firmly etched on her face.

Nick had a satisfied grin on his face as the pair entered the break room. He glanced at the trio at the table. "She was making us late with those crutches. I just thought I'd help her out." He still had her over his shoulder.

"Nick, put me down." Sara was becoming more embarrassed by the moment.

"Shift doesn't start for another fifteen minutes, Sar." Nick just grinned and chuckled as she smacked his butt again. Before he set her down, he squeezed her butt.

Sara's face was red as she glanced over at the table. "Uh, I'm going to kill him later, just so you don't have to go look for a suspect."

"You love it and you know it, Sara." Warrick quipped.

Sara stood there hanging on her crutches open mouthed for a moment. She glanced at Nick who just grinned at her with a single eyebrow raised. She started to giggle. He leaned in an kissed her briefly. They both grinned as they broke the kiss.

Grissom cleared his throat. "Uh, is there something you'd like to share with the whole class?"

Nick and Sara glanced at each other before they turned toward Grissom.

Grissom looked at them over the rim of his glasses and he was clearly amused.

Sara smiled nervously. "Uh, well, Nick and I, we, uh, well, it's, uh, he and I, we."

Nick chuckled. "Sara and I are dating."

"Didn't need a rocket scientist to figure that one out." Warrick quipped.

Grissom glanced over at Warrick with pursed lips. "Yes, well we forensic entomologists are a little slower. We like to take all the evidence into account before we draw a conclusion."

Catherine grinned. Sometimes Gil Grissom could surprise her.

Sara had hobbled over to join the trio at the table. Nick got them both cups of coffee before he sat down as well.

Grissom glanced around the table. "Warrick, gang related shooting. Vega is already out on the scene." He handed Warrick the slip. "Catherine, you're with me. Possible murder suicide. Nick and Sara, check with Brass on your case, I believe he's almost done questioning the list of students you got from Professor Karl."

"Boy, Grissom, you don't waste any time getting back in the saddle." Nick commented. He was always amazed that Grissom always seemed to know what was going on.

Grissom gave him a half smile. "That's why they pay me the big bucks."

Catherine rolled her eyes as she stood. "Oh, big bucks, huh? What, they send your paycheck through a copier and press enlarge before they give it to you?"

Grissom raised a single eyebrow in return. "Funny, Catherine." He glanced over at the rest of the team. "What are we waiting for?"

The rest of the team stood to get to their respective assignments. Warrick leaned toward Nick and Sara. "You know you can't make out at crime scenes."

Sara's face immediately flushed pink and Nick just chuckled.

Grissom glanced back. "Warrick, don't keep Vega waiting."

Warrick sauntered out of the break room.

Grissom raised an single eyebrow at Nick and Sara. "He's right you know. But I trust you." He turned and followed Catherine out leaving Nick and Sara standing their slightly bewildered before they started to laugh.