"Repercussions – Part 2"
Boulder City Hospital (Day 104)
Emergency Room
5:45 p.m.
After ten minutes of monitoring, Nurse Lewis ended her patient's EKG and tore off the output strip.
When he opened his eyes, Grissom saw her reviewing the results "So how did I do?"
"I'm not authorized to tell you but, I can let you look at the results…" Handing the tape over, she winked. "…not that you'll know what you're looking at."
Although not a Cardiologist, Grissom was familiar enough to recognize a perfect sinus rhythm when he saw one. "I passed with flying colors, Connie. Even the T waves, which would have shown the impact of electrolyte depletion." Proudly, he returned the strip to her.
"If you say so, Doctor." Before she could warn him not to get too cocky with Dr. Ortiz, the curtain parted.
Dr. Ortiz, a thirty year old Emergency Medicine resident with sun-kissed skin, a Tri-athlete's body and movie-star looks, emerged from behind the curtain. "So, I get to treat the famous Dr. Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab," He announced while walking over to the bed carrying a clipboard.
"That's right," Connie confirmed. She loved working with Dr. Ortiz, and not just for his floppy black hair that screamed, 'run your fingers through me' and rugged, 'I look like I just hiked Mt. Everest before coming to work' appearance, but for his witty bedside manner.
"I was glad to hear you made it out safely." The doctor extended his hand. "I'm Dr. Manny Ortiz."
"Nice to meet you." Grissom couldn't wait for the Doctor to read his strip and give him clearance to fly the coop.
The nurse handed the EKG strip to the doctor. "Hot off the press."
"Thank you, Connie." As he unfurled it, he inquired, "Are you an MD or Ph.D?" He liked to know who he was dealing with before deciding the level on which he would speak.
He scrutinized the doctor studying the EKG results. "Ph.D. Biology and then Entomology."
"That's right, you're the bug man…I remember reading about a really creepy case…some hikers found a body covered in maggots by Lake Mead. I think it was February of this year? You were on TV and your name was all over the place." He snickered to himself. A bonafide academic genius who was most likely a little full of himself…he knew this would be fun.
"March." He bragged, "Because of the decomp, the media suspected it was a gruesome murder and the press was all over it. It ended up being ruled accidental. Guy partied too much, wandered off, got lost and died from splitting his head open on the razor edge of a rock."
"How did you know someone didn't push him?" He asked as he looked up from the EKG.
Amused by the naïve question, he cockily replied, "We have ways of figuring those things out. Just as easily as you can figure out I don't have a cardiac problem from reading my EKG."
Connie's eyes widened and she prepared for the smack down.
"Yeah." The doctor re-folded the strip. "Your EKG looks great."
"You sound surprised," Grissom remarked. "Just because a guy doesn't look like a body builder doesn't mean he's ready to keel over."
Turning her back so her smile wouldn't be seen, Connie waited for Dr. Ortiz to pounce.
"True," the doctor nodded. "Some people are just lucky to be born with a strong heart thanks to good genes. Are your parents still alive, Dr. Grissom?" When he saw the patient's confused expression, he clarified, "It's for the cardiac workup…family history and then lifestyle profile."
"Oh." Reluctantly, and only because Catherine had not returned to her spot on the other side of the curtain, he shared the intimate information. "My mother…she passed away when she was fifty-three in a car accident. She was in great health at the time."
The doctor shook his head as he wrote. "Sorry for the untimely loss."
"Thank you for your sentiment." Grissom was grateful he was no longer connected to the EKG for this painful quiz.
"And your father?"
"I haven't been in contact with my father in many years so, I can't answer the question." The truth was he didn't care since the age of ten and didn't know since the age of eighteen.
"Any hereditary diseases run in your family?"
"The only one I'm aware of is Otosclerosis. My mother went completely deaf from it. I had a stapedectomy almost three years ago."
"And how did that work for you?"
"I'm good as new." Grissom confidently nodded.
"Good…because now I don't have to worry that you can't hear what I'm about to say." Pulling Grissom's lab results off his chart, the doctor flashed a killer smile. "Your cardiogram looked great but, your triglycerides and your cholesterol levels are another story. They're pitiful."
"What!" That's all Sara needed to know.
"Right now you feel fine. Two, three years from now, if you don't lose weight, get in shape and lower these numbers, you could find yourself back in the ER with a serious cardiac episode."
"Those results can't be right!" Certain the hospital's lab was sub par, he snipped, "Let me see those lab results."
"Read 'em and weep," Dr. Oritz gladly handed them over. "A lot can change quickly when you're in your late forties, that's my point. Use this fluke accident that put you in the hospital as a wake up call, Dr. Grissom. You're almost fifty. You can't get away with the same lifestyle you did in your twenties…working long hours, eating junk on the run, not taking care of your body's needs."
Staring at the paper, he wondered if they didn't haphazardly switch his samples with some other guy's.
Pleased with the shocking response he achieved, the doctor continued. "How often do you exercise, Dr. Grissom?"
"My job is physically demanding at times."
"So, can I assume your response means, no formal exercise?"
"No, but…"
"But if you happen to get a body covered in maggots at Lake Mead you walk from your car to the body and squat over it for a few hours."
Suddenly this hot shot doc was getting on Grissom's nerves. "Yes. And sometimes there is a lot of lifting."
Not buying the answer, he countered, "And you don't make the less-tenured members of your team do that kind of grunt work while you do the choice stuff? Because, that's how it works in the hospital."
Grissom's eyes narrowed. "Sometimes it works that way in the field."
"So how often would you say you do physically exerting work versus sitting at your desk or leaning over a microscope?"
"I couldn't say." If Connie checked his pulse Grissom was sure it would be hitting ninety.
Dr. Ortiz glanced up. "Am I to assume that means there is a lot less physical stuff and you realize that you hardly get any exercise?"
Irritation creeping further into his voice, he grumbled, "Okay…you got me. I don't exercise."
"Sex counts," The doctor quipped as he began writing again. "Especially if it's energetic sex. Want to change your answer?"
"Yes." He boasted, "I partake in vigorous exercise frequently."
"Good for you." He smirked. That was just the answer he needed for the perfect segue.
Connie loved when Manny tossed that one out to the over-40s. Smiling, she counted the seconds to her next favorite question.
While furiously jotting, he casually asked, "Take Viagra?"
Appalled by the insinuation, Grissom barked, "Never!"
Matter-of-factly, Dr. Ortiz informed his boastful patient, "Yeah…you may have to start if we have to put you on cholesterol-reducing drugs. A lot of men experience impotence as a side effect." He waited until that bombshell registered on his distraught patient's face before dropping the next one. "Of course Viagra is contraindicated with certain heart medications so, if you end up requiring any of those, you will most likely be unable to have sex."
As Connie had seen happen many times before, suddenly the patient listened.
"So what do I have to do to prevent all this from happening?" Grissom frantically asked. "Because all of the above is not an option."
"Oh now I have your attention?" Dr. Ortiz laughed and rhetorically asked, "Connie, why is it that they only listen to me once I hit them below the belt?"
Grissom pleaded, "You don't understand, my wife is in her sexual prime and we're trying to have a baby."
Connie chimed in, "His wife could also be considered a coronary risk factor for him…she's a bit intense."
"I saw her on TV. She's been the talk of the nurse's station all day," The doctor commented. "Have you seen the footage of your wife yet? The one of her breaking down when she thought she lost you?"
Saddened from the thought, he softly replied, "No."
Yanking his prescription pad out of his pocket, the doctor rapidly wrote while talking. "Your numbers are borderline, so I personally wouldn't recommend medication just yet, but you'll need to consult with your primary care physician for a follow up appointment. Before you leave here today, Connie will give you a bunch of information on lifestyle changes and dietary restrictions, as well as a reading list of recommended books on the subject matter."
"Okay." Grissom smelled the coffee. "I'll follow it."
Dr. Ortiz rolled his eyes. "Yeah…that's what everyone says, but only ten percent ever take action when they walk out the door. Sure you'll try for a couple of days but then you'll get swamped at work and poof…everything goes out the window. I know your type. You'll rationalize that the case is more important than your health, blah, blah, blah. So, in an effort to motivate you, I have a prescription for you."
Confused, he queried, "I thought you just said I didn't need medication?"
Waving his pad, the Doctor smiled. "I can prescribe anything, not just medication." Tearing off the paper, he handed it to the curious man. "Read it out loud."
"Watch the footage of my wife crying on TV because she thought I was dead." The words rocked him. "That bad?"
"Let's just say that I don't think you'll need any more motivation than that footage to get serious." Dr. Ortiz stood up and gave Connie the chart. "Give him another bolus, while having him eat something, and then prepare him for discharge. He's got a lot of work to do and no time to waste."
"Will do," Connie sighed, as her love for the dashing doctor soared even more. Damn! He's so good and so good looking!
As the doctor was leaving, Sara was entering. "Sorry," She apologized. "I'm anxious to know how my husband's test went. How did it go, Doctor?"
"Confidentially prohibits me from telling you so, you'll have to ask him." The doctor glanced at his penitent patient lying in bed with the 'oh shit, now I have to tell my neurotic wife' look. "Now that you're properly motivated, here's another good tactic for keeping on the straight and narrow…" He pointed at Sara. "An enforcer."
Connie chuckled. "Mrs. Grissom will be great at that!"
Vancouver, BC
Sutton Place Hotel
6:07 p.m.
Jim Brass, looking snazzy in a black suit and eye-catching purple tie, checked his watch for the second time. Seven minutes late…she was playing fashionably late.
"Mr. Brass," Heather cheerily greeted while tapping him on the shoulder from behind. "So sorry I'm late."
As he turned toward her sultry voice, he was titillated to see her in a sophisticated strapless black cocktail dress. "Ms. Duvall, you look stunning," he remarked in a gentlemanly tone. The hot pink shawl she had invitingly draped on her arms roused him even more.
"Really? I just purchased this." With deliberate slowness, she smoothed a hand over the fitted satin bodice. "I don't usually wear black so I wasn't sure if it was a good color for me but, everyone always says you can't go wrong with a little black cocktail dress so…"
"Oh you got it right," He assured her in a husky voice.
"And look at you all handsome in that fantastic suit." Her hands gravitated toward his silk tie. "The knot it's…slightly off."
"Are you adept at tying?" He tried to block the fact that he already knew the answer.
"Quite." Patting the tie, she smiled. "I hope you don't think I'm some sort of control freak just reaching out and having my way with your crooked tie."
"No…every man needs a woman to take charge from time to time." Suddenly desperate for more of her touch, he found himself seconds away from calling out the secret word that would bring the game to an end.
Slipping her arm around his, she sweetly suggested, "Shall we go to dinner?"
Pulling back from the brink, he said, "Our reservation isn't until seven. I thought we could squeeze in a little sight seeing."
"What sights do you want to see?" She asked in her sexiest rasp, hoping he would end the game so they could break into an amorous kiss.
Refusing her bait, he casually replied, "The water of course…because we don't get to see any in Vegas."
"Good…a cool breeze is just what I need."
Boulder City Hospital
Emergency Room
6:20 p.m.
When Connie removed the last EKG lead from Grissom's right ankle, she said, "I need to grab another bolus for you." She glanced at Sara. "Would you pour him another glass of ice water, Dear?"
"Before any more fluids…" Grissom squirmed. "I need to use the facilities."
"That's a good sign that hydration is a success." Connie noted it on her chart. "Do you want me or your wife to accompany you to ensure you don't take a header?"
Taken aback by the invasive request, he groveled, "I don't suppose neither is a choice?" While he and Sara shared a bathroom at home…they never shared it while answering nature's call.
"You've been dizzy since you arrived so, there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I'm letting you walk down the hall and lock the bathroom door without a guardian." Folding her arms across her chest she said, "There is another option, you could use a bedpan like our geriatric patients."
Grissom shot her a look. "You've been working with Dr. Ortiz too long, Connie."
Sensing the couple's discomfort with the idea, she thought she'd push them a little further into reality. "I suggest the two of you get a little more comfortable with each other's bodily functions before the pregnancy. Because by the ninth month, Sara, you might need a little help in the bathroom and, when you're in that delivery room, he's going to see a lot more than just a baby flying out of you. Afterwards, you will need help and god forbid you have a c-section, you may have to ask him to wipe your…"
"Okay!" Sara shrieked. "Remember the news report…it took us five years just to get up the courage to tell each other our true feelings. Hell, I just started calling him by his first name an hour ago."
Connie stared at the quirky couple. "I find the two of you strangely endearing."
"Come on." Taking her husband's hand, Sara eased him out of bed. "Connie, could we have another gown to cover the flip side?" She whispered in Grissom's ear, "We don't want anyone else enjoying the show."
"Sure." She tossed another one on the bed then finished stowing her equipment. When she shut the last drawer on the EKG cart, Connie hustled to the curtain exit. "Okay, lovebirds, I'll be back in five. Remember…only use the restroom for business, not pleasure."
"Thank you, Sara," Grissom replied while teetering and letting her slip the second gown on him as a robe. "I didn't think to ask for an extra the last time I…."
"Well, Gil, if you had told me about your ear surgery, I could have saved you a year's worth of crap from Catherine. She wouldn't have had to have been there at all if I was there." Reaching, she pulled open the curtain and slowly led him down the hall. "Speaking of not telling me something…why do I feel like the doctor told you something besides, your EKG looks great? Did he tell you something about your hearing?"
"No he…"
Convinced she was onto him, she needled, "Who heard the taps for the first time when you were in the basement? You or Catherine?" She never bought that his ENT canceled his last appointment.
"Catherine but…"
"How long after she regained consciousness?"
"Shortly after. I remember checking my watch, it was a little before nine." The pee shivers were coming on strong. "Could we talk about this later?"
Sara stopped midway to the restroom. "They did a tap test at eight-thirty. Catherine was unconscious and you didn't hear it."
Shaking his head and desperate to relieve himself, " He hurriedly explained, "I was a little preoccupied worrying whether Catherine was in a coma or dying. Trust me…there's nothing wrong with my hearing but, if we don't get to the bathroom soon everyone will think I have a bladder problem."
Just as Sara was about to continue the journey, a frail elderly lady in a powder-blue bathrobe approached smiling. "You're Sara and Gil Grissom."
Not used to notoriety, they exchanged glances.
Extending her hand the concerned citizen rested it on Sara's forearm. "Sweetie, when I saw you on TV bawling your eyes out, I started crying right along with you. I was so happy to hear about the rescue." She turned her focus to Grissom. "You must have been anxious to get back to your wife's arms and…."
Dying to pee, he cut her off. "It will all be on the KTBC ten o'clock news. Now, we really have to go."
Feeling her husband was a bit gruff to the sweet lady, Sara felt compelled to clarify. "I'm sorry. We were on our way to the restroom."
"Kids…" The eighty year old laughed. "Just wait…bladder control can be a real bitch when you get old. Last week I had to start buying incontinence diapers for my husband. He fights with me every time I have to put one on him. I'll tell you, when I said 'for better or worse' fifty-five years ago, I never thought of that scenario!" Smiling, she slowly shuffled by. "Best of luck to you both."
"Uh…thanks." Sara gently tugged on Grissom's arm to continue on to the bathroom. Suddenly this upcoming situation didn't seem all that uncomfortable.
Without making eye contact at his wife, he said, "Let's forget everything she …"
"Shhhh…I've already blocked it."
"Grissom!" Lindsay shouted from the end of the hall as she broke away from her caregiver's hand. "Where's my mom!" She rushed to the side of the familiar man. "She's not where she's supposed to be."
"Hi Lindsay," He smiled, temporarily forgetting his urgent biological need. "They took her for some tests. She should be back shortly."
Sara added what Lindsay really needed to hear. "She's doing fine and she can't wait to see you."
A second later, Warrick's voice rang out from down the hall. "Yo! Lindsay!"
"There they are!" She took off running toward her mom on a stretcher. "Mom!"
Grissom and Sara enjoyed watching the happy reunion until nature called…no…shouted.
"Sara, we really…"
"Got it!" Letting go of him, she rushed a few feet away to open the door. "Okay…" Then she noticed he was staggering and reaching out for the wall. "Sorry!" She caught him just in time.
"Maybe I should have picked Connie," he griped as his wife guided him into the restroom. "Lock the…"
"Already did." After steering him to the bowl, she teased. "Think you'll get stage fright?"
"Not after a rapid IV infusion and two pitchers of ice water, Honey."
"Um…do you need me to…"
"No!" He assured her. "I can take it from here." Placing one hand on the wall for balance, he took care of business.
Standing behind her husband just in case he got lightheaded, Sara eventually remarked, "Wow…how many bags of fluid did they give you?"
"Shh…guys don't talk while peeing." When he was finally done, he dropped his gown and joked, "So…am I going to get a little symmetry here?"
"Nope," Sara informed him while helping him to the sink. "I went during your EKG."
"Another time perhaps," He joked, before leaning over and rinsing his still dusty hair, face and neck.
Grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser, Sara placed them in his hand. "Feel better?"
"Much." While he patted himself dry, he teetered a bit but found safety in Sara's arms. "This is nice," He quietly remarked.
In a chuckle, she replied, "Hanging out in the hospital bathroom together?" Carefully she backed him up until he was standing against the wall and then reached for another bunch of paper towels. "You still have dirt on your face."
"It's nice having someone to lean on…literally and figuratively." With loving eyes, he watched her dampen the towels. "After my ear surgery, I took a cab home and could barely get to the door. When I finally made it to the couch I ended up staying there half a day as I was too dizzy to get up and walk. I was desperate for something to drink but..." As she wiped the streaks of dirt from his face, his voice softened. "It's good to know I'm not alone anymore."
"No…you're not, because we're stuck with each other for the long haul." She tossed the towels and held up her left hand, waving it to show off her wedding band. "In sickness and in health, remember? As long as we both shall live. " Penetrating his emotional eyes with hers, she whispered, "Now that you've been reminded that I'm here no matter what…now that I've helped you use the bathroom…and now that you understand, if you had been seriously injured today and I was required to help you for the rest of your life, I would…is there something you want to tell me?"
"Yes."
Taking both his hands, she said, "Then tell me."
Finally comfortable enough, he confessed. "My EKG was fine but my lab results showed elevated cholesterol and triglyceride levels, which I've never had until now. The doctor said if I don't make some lifestyle changes, I'm putting myself at risk for a cardiac episode in the future." He saw the concern flaming in her eyes and doused it with words. "Please don't worry. I'm not in any immediate danger. The doctor said I have plenty of time to turn things around but, I need some support." Suddenly he smiled. "I need someone to kick my ass about this. Are you interested in the job?"
"I think I could get into it." Pushing past her initial stressful reaction, she returned his smile. "It's very symmetrical that you'll be losing weight and getting in shape while I'm gaining weight and losing my shape while pregnant." She moved in to kiss him.
"Wait." A tense laugh tumbled out of his mouth. "Apparently there is a bit of Catholic guilt left in me, because I feel compelled to confess something else to you."
"What?"
On a roll, he tossed it right out. "The ENT's office didn't cancel my last hearing test. I skipped the appointment."
"I knew it!" Releasing his hands, she rammed her index finger in his chest. "Now tell me why you keep avoiding it."
"Because…"
Practicing her role of 'ass-kicker; she barked, "Spill it!"
"Because at my last check they said I had a miniscule loss. I've been putting off finding out if it got worse."
"You lied to me?" She hated the thought of him not being truthful even if he was scared.
"No…I just didn't tell you."
"Oh, okay Mr. Logic. So I guess if I go out and sleep with ten guys, as long as I don't tell you, I'm not being dishonest with you?"
"Point taken."
"Uh huh." Eyeing him suspiciously, she snipped, "Anything else you want to tell me?"
"Just one thing." Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. "I love you. There…now all my cards are on the table."
"Nice try." Her irritation dissipated as he held her. "Only because you almost died today am I letting you off the hook this easily."
Connie's voice accompanied by a forceful knock brought the loving moment to a halt. "I said business, not pleasure. I know the doc told you to exercise more but he didn't mean here! There's a line forming outside the door."
Vancouver, BC
6:47 p.m.
Standing in front of the Le Gavroche restaurant, Heather read the words off a small plaque, "Voted Best Place to Kiss in the Pacific Northwest by Romantic Hideways."
"Shocking!" Brass moved closer to take a look. "I had no idea it was famous for something when I made the reservation."
Only six inches away from her playmate, Heather decided to announce, "A kiss is a method of analyzing if a mate will be able to effectively stimulate the pleasure centers in the brain."
"Really?" He stepped into the conversation. "What else do you know about the subject?"
After running her tongue over her fuschia lips, she told him, "A kiss incorporates the senses of touch, taste and smell and sends a powerful signal to the brain."
"What kind of signal?" He inquired while staring at her mouth.
"Sometime it signals, yes, I want more, and sometimes it unfortunately sends a signal saying, that was plenty and I don't ever need another sample again."
"I'm not sure I believe that." Reaching out he swept her hair off her face, lingering his hand on her cheek before removing it. "Quite a breeze building up."
"Among other things." Bringing her face directly in front of his, she murmured, "What signal do you think you'd get if you kissed me?"
Unsure of the answer, he captured her lips and ran the experiment.
Boulder City Hospital
Emergency Room
6:52 p.m.
Lindsay sat on the edge of her mother's bed, holding her hand and continuing her line of questions. "How long will you have to wear that neck brace?"
"Hopefully I'll be able to toss it after the doctor comes and give me a clean bill of health." Flighty from the Vicodin she was given for the lump on her head, Catherine said, "Because I don't like being controlled by this neck brace or anything or anyone for that matter."
From the other side of the curtain, Grissom, felt compelled to yell, "Isn't your controlling nature what caused you to get knocked in the head in the first place?"
"How long are you going to throw that in my face?" She groaned.
Before Grissom could answer, he heard Nick's voice beyond the curtain. "Hey there, TV stars. We're set to tape your interview for KTBC's ten o'clock news at eight."
Catherine once again protested. "You really expect me to go on camera looking like I spent the day at the bottom of a rubble pit!"
Nick laughed. "Considering the context of the interview it makes more sense than having you dressed in an evening gown. I'll be back soon."
"We get to be on TV!" Lindsay shrilled with excitement. "Awesome! I have to call my friends!"
"No. You don't get to be on TV, just me," Catherine corrected.
Grissom made a kind offering. "She can have my place!"
"That's not the point, Gil!" Catherine explained, "I don't want my little girl's emotions exploited on television."
Lindsay looked to Warrick. "See! Here she goes again! She never lets me do anything fun! Being on TV is way more cool than going camping. Anyone can go camping but TV, that's special!"
Warrick stared at Catherine, attempting to communicate with his eyes while she and Lindsay kept sparring.
Meanwhile, Sara breezed into her husband's cubicle with a take-out container from the hospital cafeteria. "Who ordered the heart-healthy meal?" Grinning, she plopped on the edge of the bed and set the box on the side table. When he didn't immediately acknowledge her, she teased, "Did you hear what I said, Gil?"
"Yeah…the ass-kicking has begun."
Grinning she popped open the container. "Lean turkey on grain with low-fat mayo and some carrot sticks."
"You are serving me meat?" He suspiciously eyed the sandwich. "This isn't tofu disguised as meat?"
"I said I would make you a hamburger, and you know I always keep my promises. But now you can't eat a greasy burger so…" She positioned the moveable table over his bed. "…you get a turkey sandwich."
Starving, he grabbed half and brought it to his mouth without uttering a word.
Watching her carnivorous mate chow down, Sara delivered the good news. "On my way to the cafeteria, I was reading the dietary recommendations Connie left for you. Because I don't want to make this any harder on you than it already will be and, since lean protein is a major component of your dietary plan, I'm amending the kitchen meat rule. If it's meat from a creature with wings, it's allowed."
"So certain bugs are acceptable?" He cackled while lunging for the remaining half of his sandwich.
"Technically yes, but don't expect to see me making stir-fried crickets."
"MOM!" Linsday shrieked. "I know what's really going on here! You don't want me on TV with you because you're afraid people will think you're old if you have a thirteen year-old daughter!"
Sara and Grissom stared at the white cotton wall.
"NO!" Catherine boomed. "I think the only reason you want to be on TV is to impress those boys I heard you and your friends talking about the other day."
"You listened to us talking!"
Sara leaned over, whispering, "Are you sure you don't want a boy?"
"Enough!" Warrick called as he held his head. "Didn't the two of you learn anything from this experience today? Isn't the whole point of the interview to show happy reunions of loved ones! Fifteen minutes after crying because you thought you'd never see each other again, you're right back where you were…at each other's throats. I've had it…the two of you can't compromise, so I will." Turning to Lindsay, he said, "You can be in the interview but, you don't say anything unless asked and, you don't use the opportunity to flirt with the boys from your school. Got it? If you don't follow my guidelines, no softball camp next week. Understand!"
"Yessssssss!" Lindsay threw her arms around Warrick. "You're the best!"
Catherine sighed, "Okay, fine. You can be on TV, Lindsay."
Sara snatched one of Grissom's carrot sticks. "Warrick's good at the parent thing."
"Someone has to be the grown-up in that family," Grissom commented after wiping his face with a napkin.