Shift was nearly over and as Sara headed down the hallway towards the locker room, she stopped and paused in the doorway of Grissom's office, waiting until he glanced up at her.

He looked at her over the rim of his glasses and a half smile twitched the corner of his mouth. "How was your case?"

Sara crossed her arms in front of herself and smirked. "Well until the tox report comes back, the cause of death is up in the air. But she was an otherwise healthy high school senior. I think PD is still taking witness statements. So far we don't have any suspects."

Grissom began tentatively. "How are you doing?"

She pursed her lips together and nodded. "I'm ok. I've got an appointment with a different shrink this afternoon." A smile began to curve her lips upward. "Nick recommended him."

Grissom gave her a knowing smile. "I'm glad." Grissom tilted his head slightly and amusement flitted across his face. "So, you're taking dancing lessons."

Sara chuckled. "Yeah. People keep telling me I need to get out more; find an interest outside of law enforcement. Nick said he'd help me."

Grissom nodded somberly. "Sara, I'm really sorry that I didn't make you do something sooner." Regret edged his voice.

Sara's brow furrowed. "Grissom, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault."

"I shouldn't have let you work so much." Grissom continued, not convinced that he didn't bear some responsibility.

Sara shook her head defensively. "And what? You know as well as anyone else that I have a reputation for listening to police scanners in my off time."

Grissom didn't say anything for a moment. "Sara, whether you like it or not, we all feel responsible."

Sara's voice was strained. "I need to go." The last thing she wanted to hear at that moment was how what she'd done had affected everyone else.

Grissom just nodded as she turned and headed down the hallway.

When Sara walked into the locker room, Nick was standing there pulling his jacket out. He glanced up and smiled as she walked in. "I was wondering what happened to you."

"Don't worry, I wasn't on the roof." Sara replied with a furrowed brow as she opened her locker to retrieve her jacket.

Concern flashed across Nick's face. He studied her for a moment before he spoke. "Are you ok?"

Sara clenched her jaw for a moment and then turned to face him. "I wish everyone would stop asking me that. I'm not going to kill myself, ok."

Nick raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm on your side here. You just looked like someone pissed you off, that's all."

She noticed his apologetic expression and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Nick. I just feel like I'm being handled with kid gloves and everyone thinks that what I did is somehow their fault. What I did isn't about them, it's about me. Why doesn't anyone seem to get that?"

He reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I do get that. Let's get out of here, ok. Some girl talked me into taking dancing lessons and I think I need to eat and get some sleep first."

Sara smirked at him as she closed her locker. "You're going to have fun."

"You seem pretty confident." He retorted as they headed out of the locker room towards the front door of the lab.

"So what are you cooking for breakfast?" She tossed at him. "Anything new from the Food Channel?"

Nick laughed as they left the building. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."

Greg was just unlocking the door to his Jetta which was parked next to Nick's Denali as the pair approached. He glanced up and smiled. "You guys going out for breakfast or something?"

Sara shook her head. "No, we're just going to Nick's."

A curious expression crossed Greg's face. "You two aren't dating or something are you?" He knew they spent time together outside of work, but for some reason Greg thought it was strange that they were leaving together, especially in light of the revelation about the dancing lessons.

"No, man, we're not dating." Nick replied quickly, glancing over at Sara who looked at him curiously.

Greg raised an eyebrow at Sara. "Are you having car trouble?"

"My car's fine." Sara replied wondering why Greg was so curious all of a sudden. "We just thought it would be easier to drive in together since I'm staying at Nick's."

Greg was taken aback, but tried not to show it as he fumbled slightly with his words. "You're staying at Nick's?"

"Sara's getting some work done on her apartment so she's staying with me until it's done." Nick tossed out, glancing at Sara with an expression that said he'd explain in the vehicle.

"Oh." Greg replied a bit deflated. "Well, I'll see you guys later."

"Later, Greggo." Nick grinned as he climbed into the driver seat of his Denali.

As Sara climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door, she turned towards Nick. "Greg doesn't know, does he?"

Nick shook his head. "No."

Sara looked at him curiously. "Why?"

Nick let out a deep breath. "Sara, the only people that know are the people that saw you on that roof. Grissom didn't think it was anyone else's business."

"Oh." She sounded a little surprised. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had assumed that the entire lab knew what had happened. She hadn't really expected that someone that she worked so closely with wouldn't be filled in.

"Do you want Greg to know?" Nick looked at her with a serious expression.

Sara bit her lower lip. "I don't know."

"Because none of us are saying anything unless you want us to." Nick tried to reassure her.

A smile played at her lips as she turned towards him. "Thanks."

He grinned. "No problem. Now what are you going to make for breakfast?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "Me? Why do you think I'm going to cook?"

He chuckled. "Well, you seem to know all the chefs on the Food Channel yourself; I just want to see if you learned anything." He dodged her hand as she swatted at him.

"I already know how to cook. I grew up in a Bed and Breakfast. I could probably teach those chefs a thing or two." Sara barbed.

"Put up or shut up, Sidle." Nick challenged with a smile.

She narrowed her gaze and then started to laugh. "Fine, but I sure hope you aren't into low cholesterol."

"Alright, sounds like my kind of food." He chuckled and turned the ignition on before heading out of the parking lot towards his house.