I don't own any of these people except the ones I make up for my own convenience.

The realization that she had not been seeing him around as much hit Catherine one day as she was in her office. She had just gotten a call that a bag was found at a local health club that had a "peculiar odor" and it was "seeping". Nick and Warrick were out on a case. She would have to borrow someone on night shift because she had to be in court most of the afternoon. She realized that she had not seen Grissom in days, maybe over a week. Catherine looked at her desk calendar, it had been over a week since she had talked to him.

"Wow" she thought. " I wonder what's up" Hoping he wasn't having a relapse with his hearing.

She got up from her desk determined to catch someone to send to the health club. Just as she was stepping out of her door, Greg rounded the corner.

"Just the man I needed" she smiled.

"Oh, No I've been here long enough to know that tone of voice means you want something. Usually you want it yesterday , too." he replied backing up.

"Six words, gym bag, odor, seepage, health club" Catherine countered

"Which Club?"

She consulted her note and smiled.

"Hard Bodies near the strip. I know this place." She didn't even have to finish, Greg grabbed the note.

"If this is where a lot of the show girls work out, I am your man." He practically skipped back down the hallway.

She didn't have the heart to tell him that Hard Bodies had changed ownership and it was now the hottest gay men's gym in town. Since the walk to her car went past Grissom's office she stuck her head in to see if he was there.

"Hey, Gil, anybody home?" Catherine said sticking her head in the door

"Huh, What?" Grissom murmured raising his head from a box on his desk. Catherine could swear the box was humming.

"Playing with something new?" She hoped it wasn't alive, whatever was in the box.

"Oh, yeah , this, New family of cockroaches, they have a great chance to win at the convention¼.."Catherine stopped him with the disgusted look on her face. "Catherine you constantly surprise me. You will parboil a head, but you're afraid of a little insect."

'Gil, considering the noise coming from that box, little is not the adjective I'd use for those insects" She joked. "You know I don't like bugs."

"Did you need something?" He said changing the subject and not mentioning that what was in the box were insects not bugs. Catherine noticed and smiled. It said something about their relationship that he let it slid.

"No, I just realized that I'd been a stranger for a while and wanted to say Hello."

"You're not the one being a stranger. I haven't been around as much as usual. I have actually been taking some of my mountain of vacation time." He said this proudly.

"Are you okay, is something wrong" As she said as her hand touched her ear.

"No, No. I'm fine" waving her hands down. " I've been getting a life."

"Glad to hear it. Does this life include more than "bug racing"

"Catherine you have¼.." He was interrupted by a commotion in the hallway. He and Catherine stepped outside the door. A crowd had gathered in the break room. They were staring at the television.

"Turn it up!" Sara said "Oh God."

"Damn, what is going on"

A uniformed police officer stepped out to answer his crackling radio and raced toward the entrance almost knocking Catherine down.

"Sara, what¼." Catherine covered her mouth as she looked at the screen and began to understand what she was seeing , what the reporter on the scene was saying and what the scroll at the bottom of the screen was unfolding.

"Which of our guys were on this scene?" Grissom asked