He was smiling when Greg walked into his office with results he knew his boss would want to see. "Hey, I have your results for you," he said.
Grissom didn't eve notice Greg as he was lost in his sweet daydream.
"Earth to Grissom," Greg said raising his volume trying to get his bosses attention.
"What is it Greg," Grissom said snapping out of his daydream.
"Oh, I have your results. Man what planet were you on," Greg asked in his usual quirky way.
"I was thinking, Greg. Lot's of people do that, as you well know," he responded. "May I have the results you have for me?"
"Oh, yeah, here," Greg handed him the papers he brought.
"Thank you, Greg," Grissom said dismissively. As he looked over the results that Greg had handed him he thought, 'damn, I can't seem to concentrate,' as his mind wandered once again, to Angelique. 'Man I need this shift to be over."
He went in search of Sara. He found her in the breakroom staring at her cup of coffee. "Sara," he said loud enough to get her attention. "There's only one hour left till end of shift and all our evidence is pointing to suicide. Can you finish up this case on your own?"
"Sure Grissom," she started her response. "Are you alright."
"Me, I'm not feeling well and I need to get home," he lied.
"Oh Grissom. I'm sorry, go home. I'll take care of the case. I hope you feel better," she replied with obvious concern on her face and in her voice.
Grissom headed to his Denali, happy to be headed home. He pulled out of the lot and called Angelique.
"Darlin' you're not gonna get much work done if you keep callin', " she didn't even say hi as she answered her phone.
"'I'm on my way home, just wanted to know if there is anything I could pick up on my way," he asked hoping she wouldn't ask him to stop anywhere.
"The only thing I need is you," Angelique replied seductively.
His smile widened , "I'm on my way."
"Aren't you off work early," she asked noting what time it was.
"I told Sara I wasn't feeling well and asked her to take care of the rest of the case," he replied.
"Are you alright, should I be worried about you," she inquired with her voice suddenly filled with concern.
"I'm fine. I needed to get to you. I couldn't concentrate on work any longer. All I can seem to think about is you," he told her. "Angelique, I want you. I can't get the picture of your amazing body laying next to mine out of my mind. It's driving me crazy."
"Gil, thank you for putting that beautiful picture in my head," she purred into the phone. "Please drive carefully, I want you, but, I want you in one piece."
"Be there soon, darlin'," he said and shut off his phone.
"Where's Grissom," Catherine asked Sara, fifteen minutes before they all were to go home. Work had wrapped up early, for a change, and they were all watching the clock waiting to leave.
"He went home forty five minutes ago. He said he wasn't feeling well," Sara imparted to Catherine.
"That's not like Grissom to leave early. He really must have been sick," Catherine said. She walked out into the hall and auto dialed Grissom's cell phone.
"Grissom," he answered breathlessly.
"Are you alright, Sara said you weren't feeling well," Catherine asked knowing she had interupted something.
"I'm going to be just fine," he responded annoyed. "I'll see you at work."
Catherine hung up, smiled smugly glad her friend finally found someone to spend time with.