Nick stuck his head in the doorway. "Yeah Griss?" he replied.
"Did you finish your case?"
"Yeah, just got my results back from trace. We've got enough to nail the guy."
Grissom took his glasses off and set them on his desk. "Come have a seat."
Nick entered Grissom's office and sat down in a chair across from his desk. "What can I do for you Griss?"
"Be on time for assignments."
"Oh," Nick stated, surprised he was objecting, "I was asking Sara some questions about the samples I had collected."
Grissom gave him a small smile. "That's what Sara told me when I gave her the same suggestion," Grissom stated, "just try to get into the break room on time."
"Sure Griss," Nick replied, "is there a reason this is a problem right now?"
"It's not, just don't turn it into a problem."
"Okay," Nick drawled, getting up to leave Grissom's office.
I have no idea what that was about, but I hope everything is okay. That was just odd.
Nick traveled back to the break room where he had seen Sara sitting just minutes before. "Sar, did Griss talk to you tonight?" Nick asked.
"No, he's my husband, and we just worked a scene together, but we never talked to each other," Sara deadpanned.
"Did he tell you not to be late to assignments again?"
"Yup."
"Didn't you think that that was a little odd? He doesn't usually say anything."
"We're not usually late either," Sara pointed out, "don't worry about it, he's just being Griss."
"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for helping me with that case though, we just cracked it open."
"That's good," Sara replied.
"Alright, I'm out of here," Nick stated.
"See you later."
Nick turned and walked out of the break room, and Sara left to find Grissom.
Sara leaned against the doorframe of Grissom's office and watched him work. "Griss," she spoke, trying to get his attention.
Grissom, deep in thought, kept looking through his papers. "Griss," Sara spoke again, a little louder this time.
Grissom dropped his papers on the desk and looked up. "What?"
Sara walked into his office and stood across from his desk. "Are you engrossed in that case?" Sara asked, picking up the top sheet of the papers he had dropped.
"I was just looking at the results from ballistics. You know, all of those casings and bullets that Warrick and I brought in yesterday?"
Sara nodded and set the paper back down on his desk. "You ready to go home?"
"It's that time already?" Grissom stated, looking at his watch.
"Yeah, you know, your wife likes it if you get home on time."
"Sara," Grissom groaned.
"You coming?"
Grissom put all of his papers away and followed Sara out the door.
Six weeks after their wedding, Grissom and Sara were sleeping in their bed when Grissom's beeper went off. Sara immediately woke up and groaned, but Grissom didn't stir. Sara patted Grissom's chest and tried to rouse him. "Griss, wake up," she spoke.
"What?" Grissom mumbled.
Grissom heard the incessant beeping and realized that his beeper was sounding. He reached for the offensive device and brought it to his face. Instead of reaching for his glasses, he turned the device so Sara could see it. "What does this say?" Grissom asked.
"419 Brass," Sara replied.
Grissom got out of bed and picked up his phone to call Brass. "You need anything while I'm out?"
"No, I'm going back to sleep," Sara said, turning over.
"Okay, if I don't get back home, I'll see you at work later."
After calling Brass, Grissom hopped in the shower, threw some clothes on, and left for the scene.
When Sara's alarm went off signaling that it was time to get ready for work, she threw her hand at the clock and groaned. Making connection with the snooze button, Sara brought both of her arms around her stomach. It can't possibly be time to get ready for work already. I feel horrible.
Sara swung her legs over the side of the bed and turned the alarm clock off. She trudged to the shower, hoping to put some life back into her body.
After emerging from the shower, Sara still didn't feel much better. She started some coffee in the coffeepot and laid down on the couch to wait for it to perk. I hope everything went okay with Grissom's case. I wish he could have come home.
Five minutes later, Sara walked back out to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip of her coffee and immediately regretted it. She set down her cup and rushed into the bathroom where she quickly lost the contents of her stomach. After a minute she began to feel better, so she got up, brushed her teeth, and headed back out into the living room. Well, no coffee for me. I might as well just leave for work, at least I'll have something to do there. I can figure this out later.
Sara grabbed her jacket and walked out the door.
"You have a few too many?" Greg asked when he saw Sara with her head in her hands in the locker room.
Sara looked up and glared at Greg when he sat next to her. "Thanks Greg, you're a big help," Sara's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"What's going on?"
"Griss got called in in the middle of the day. I'm tired," Sara explained.
"You're admitting that you're tired? Are you sick too?"
Sara slapped Greg's shoulder and got up from the bench. "We need to go get our assignments," Sara stated, effectively dismissing him.
Greg followed Sara out the door, and they both went to the break room.
"You okay Sara?" Nick asked when Sara entered the break room.
"I'm fine, I just want to get to work," she spoke, sitting next to him.
Nick reached over and tried to put a hand on her forehead, but Sara slapped it away. "Leave me alone Nick, I'm not in the mood for this," Sara snipped.
Nick put his hands up in a surrendering motion. "Okay, okay, you don't have to get snarky with me."
Sara slightly shook her head and looked around the room. "Where's Cath?" she asked.
"She's right here," Catherine said, walking through the door, assignment slips in hand.
"Where's Griss?" Warrick asked before anyone else got a chance to.
"He got called in before to a 419. He has a lot of work to do with his bugs, he's still down at the scene. If any of you have problems at your scenes, report to me, I'm in charge for the night."
"But Griss is still working," Warrick stated.
"But he doesn't want to be interrupted. Unless there is an emergency, for all intents and purposes I'm in charge for tonight."
"Okay Cath," Greg stated, "you can step down off of your platform now."
Catherine shot Greg a glare and proceeded to hand out assignments. Sara ended up with Catherine for the night, and Catherine attempted to start a conversation on the way to the scene. "What time did Griss leave?" Catherine asked.
"I have no idea," Sara stated, "we were both sleeping when his beeper went off, he said goodbye, and I went back to sleep."
Catherine eyed her and didn't like how pale and exhausted she looked. "You look like you didn't get much sleep."
"I'm alright," Sara clarified, "just a little tired."
Catherine accepted her statement and continued the drive to the scene.
By the end of shift, Sara still hadn't heard from Grissom, so when she got back to the lab, she went straight to his office. Grissom saw Sara walk into the room, and he followed her form with his eyes. "How did your scene go?" Grissom asked.
"Okay," Sara replied, sitting in a chair across from him, "Catherine brought the evidence to trace."
Grissom frowned when he realized how pale her face was. "Let's go home," Grissom stated, "we've both been here long enough."
"Alright, I'll meet you there," Sara stated, "I need to swing by the store first."
"Okay, be careful, I'll see you soon."
The two headed out to the parking lot, and Grissom led Sara to her car. Once he made sure she was safely inside, he walked to his car and started his drive home.
Once Sara returned home, she found Grissom laying down on the couch in the living room. "Give me a minute to go get changed Griss," Sara spoke, ruffling her hand through his hair as she passed.
"Did you get what you needed?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah," Sara provided.
That tells me a lot. Grissom adjusted the pillow behind his head and waited for Sara to emerge from the bedroom.
Sara changed and walked into the bathroom. Well, now's the time to get this all figured out. I'm pretty sure what it's going to say, but this will tell me for sure. Well, 95 percent sure.
Sara walked out into the living room and sat down on the couch when Grissom moved his legs. She slid over next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Gil, we need to talk," Sara sighed.