When Sara woke up that evening, she carefully pulled herself out of Grissom's embrace and headed out to the kitchen to make some coffee. After the pot had brewed, she poured herself a cup and sat in the living room on the couch. Deciding that she would let Grissom sleep in a little longer, Sara placed her empty coffee cup on the side table and headed to take a shower. When Sara emerged from the shower, Grissom was still sleeping. She looked down at her watch and shook her head. This is rare, I hope he feels okay. I better get him up, or we're not going to make it to work on time. "Griss, you've got to wake up," Sara spoke, rubbing her hand up and down his bare back.

Grissom groaned and turned over. When he opened his eyes he saw Sara, dressed in a robe, her hair wet, looking down at him from above. "Do you plan on getting up today?" Sara asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Is it late?" he questioned.

"You've got about half an hour to get ready and get out the door."

Grissom moved to get up, but Sara placed her hand on his chest before he could. "Do you feel okay?" she asked, concerned as to why he slept for so long.

"Yeah, fine, I guess I was just really tired," Grissom said, taking her hand, "let me up so we're not late."

Sara let Grissom get up from the bed and watched as he retreated toward the bathroom.

Grissom and Sara were the last ones to enter the break room that night. Catherine gave Sara a sideways glance, but Sara ignored it. "Catherine, you and Warrick have a suicide, Nick, you're with me, we have a suspicious circs, Sara, take Greg, you've got a hit and run."

The team dispersed and headed to their separate vehicles. Warrick and Catherine were the only ones who still had to leave. Warrick pulled his keys out of his pocket and went to open the door. "Hand them over," Catherine spoke, holding her hand out.

Warrick took one look at her face and dropped the keys into Catherine's hand. He walked around to the other side of the vehicle, hopped into the seat and buckled in. Catherine started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot. "We have got to talk about this," Warrick spoke.

"Warrick, we're at work, it's not a work related issue," Catherine tried to brush him off.

Since when has that bothered you? "If it's not work related, why don't you pull over and let me drive," Warrick suggested.

Catherine stared straight ahead and continued to drive. "That's what I thought," Warrick spoke, "I can understand what's been going on at a personal level, but we can't keep doing this at work."

Catherine sighed but continued to stare straight ahead. "Do you want to come over to my place after work?" Catherine asked.

"Is that the best idea?"

"Lindsey was asking about you the other day, she hasn't seen you in a while. She'll be going to school right after you come over, so it'll give us a chance to talk."

"Alright," Warrick conceded.

The two continued the rest of the drive in silence.

"That was a pretty easy scene to process," Catherine spoke, closing up her kit.

"Yeah, anchored his belt to the door and dropped. I'll never understand why people do these things," Warrick spoke.

Warrick headed to put his kit in the vehicle, and Catherine called out to him. "Warrick," Catherine called, waiting for him to turn around.

Warrick turned around and Catherine tossed him the keys. "You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, got to do it sometime."

The two finished putting the evidence in the vehicle and got into their respective seats. Warrick pulled away from the scene and started back to the lab. Catherine had a death grip on the door handle as she stared out the window. "Do you want me to pull over?" Warrick asked, not wanting Catherine to be uncomfortable.

"No, I have to do this."

"Give me your hand then," Warrick instructed, holding his hand out.

Catherine hesitated but let go of the door with one hand to place it in his. He squeezed her hand to try to reassure her. "How's Lindsey been?" Warrick asked, trying to distract her.

"Alright I guess. At least she hasn't gotten into any more trouble at school."

"Well, you've been home with her a lot too. Kind of a short leash, you know?"

"Yeah, I didn't do it intentionally, but it happened. Hopefully things will stay calm for a while."

"That would be nice."

Warrick squeezed her hand again, and they traveled the rest of the way in silence. "We have arrived at your destination madam," Warrick spoke, pulling into the lab, "and in one piece too."

Catherine smiled and let go of his hand. "Thanks," Catherine replied.

The two retrieved their kits and evidence from the back of the vehicle and headed into the lab.

When Grissom and Sara got home that morning, they went straight to bed. Sara was spooned into Grissom, and his arms were draped loosely around her. "Does it bother you that we're just going to come back here?" Sara asked.

Grissom slid his hands under her shirt and rested them on her stomach. "We talked about this already," Grissom stated, kissing her neck, "you said since we weren't going to have a lot of time off, it would be better just to spend it here. Are you changing your mind on me?"

"No, I was just making sure you were okay with that."

"Stop worrying about everything," Grissom kissed her neck again, "as long as I have you with me, I don't care where we are."

Sara turned over his arms and placed a kiss to his lips. "That's the reason I love you."

"Oh, I think there are a few more," Grissom teased.

Sara rolled him over so she was resting on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her hands began to wander, and Grissom groaned into her mouth. Their touches escalated, and they eventually surrendered themselves to each other.

Afterwards, Sara rested in Grissom's arms. "Maybe there is one more reason," Sara said facetiously.

Grissom poked her stomach and placed a light kiss on her neck. "I'm glad I'm so loved," Grissom spoke.

Sara smiled and pulled Grissom's arms tighter around her.

After Lindsey left for school, Catherine and Warrick sat across from each other in Catherine's living room. "She was happy to see you," Catherine spoke, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"It was nice to see her too. You were right, it has been a while," Warrick replied.

Catherine nodded. "Warrick, everything is so complicated right now."

"It doesn't have to be."

Catherine drew in a deep breath and sighed. "I think right now I need some stability," Catherine tried to explain.

Warrick read right through her statement. "You don't trust me," Warrick stated.

"Warrick, it's not that, I have to trust you."

"For work, yes. Personally, no, you don't."

Catherine drew in a deep breath, but Warrick spoke before she could. "Cath, how many times do I have to look you in the eye and tell you that it was an accident, that I would take it back if I could? You are fine, you've healed, and I can't see why you want to waste more time dwelling on the past."

"Do you think this is all about you?" Catherine countered, "Maybe I have some issues of my own to deal with, and I'm not sure that you're the right person for this situation. Maybe I have a twelve year old daughter that I need to be concerned with. Maybe I have to figure out where I stand in my own life before I invite someone else into it."

Warrick stood up from his chair and looked Catherine straight in the eye. "Maybe it would be better if you didn't lead me on, and you just told me that I wasn't the right guy for you," Warrick said sharply.

Warrick headed toward the door and stopped when he heard Catherine's voice. "Warrick, it's not that, I just need time," Catherine tried to explain, looking up from the couch.

"If I was the right person, this game wouldn't have gone on for so long," Warrick stated, "I think I better go."

Warrick opened the door and left Catherine's house. Catherine didn't know what to say to him, so she just sat silently and listened to him leave. What am I doing? What am I thinking? This is a mess.