Each CSI who detached themselves from the world got a phone call–and for some, a page because it wasn't hooked up–two weeks after the death of Grissom. The voice of Hodges told them to get back to work, and, with no emotion backing him up, that Grissom's death was very unfortunate, but Grissom would prefer them to move on and be happy than to waste away their time.

So on that one Tuesday morning at six in the morning, those five CSIs dragged themselves out of bed to only make themselves feel worse. Coincidentally, all five CSIs arrived at work at the exact same time. And each of them felt surreal looking at the shape every one of them was in. Baggy eyes, terrible posture, no make-
up for Catherine and Sara, and clashed clothes that looked like they'd been wearing them all week. None of them said anything to each other, basically because they were afraid of what was going to pop out.

When they reached the door of CSI headquarters, Nick grabbed the handle of the door first and held it open of each of them, looking at the ground uncomfortably as all of his pals passed him. When they filtered into the locker room, none of them had said anything yet. It wasn't until Hodges entered the room that things began to get interesting.

"You're never going to believe this," Hodges said, which triggered glares in return like daggers. He was shaking with delight, which made them want to vomit.

"Try us," Warrick muttered bitterly.

"I'm the new leader!" Hodges sang in a teasing tone.

"You're what?" Sara shouted, taking a step towards Hodges with anger filling her eyes.

Hodges leaned back, trying to hide his fear, and nodded.

"But Grissom told me he that I was taking his place!" She retorted, but her voice broke halfway through the sentence.

She put up a fist by her ear to launch it into the weasel's face, but Nick grabbed it just in time.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, struggling under the strong grip of Nick's hands on her biceps.

"Wait, when did he tell you?" Catherine said. She didn't seemed like she believed Sara, but part of her was hurt in case it was true.

"He... he died in my arms," Sara explained as Nick let go of her, "The guy snook up behind me and held me at gun point. Grissom talked him out of it and the guy lowered the gun and let go of me, but when Grissom reached for the gun..."

She trailed off as tears poured down quickly, and everyone around her sympathized.

"And... um... when Grissom was on the floor," Sara sniffed shakily, taking deep breaths to calm herself down, "I-I ran to his side, and he-he told me that I had to take over for him."

Hodges broke the tension insensitively.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm afraid you don't have any proof," Hodges said. Every word out of his mouth sounded like a lie.

Sara made a very ugly scowling sound, which made Hodges stroll out of the room a little quicker than usual. She dropping onto the bench and held her head in her hands, trying not to cry because of someone like Hodges.

"Sara, I'm really sorry," Greg mumbled.

"Yeah, we all are," Warrick chipped in.

"You don't understand," Sara sniffed, starting up again, "When I was under gun point, I mouthed the words 'I love you' to Grissom, and he mouthed it back! When he was on the ground, dying in my arms, I kissed him! And that's how–I mean when–he died!"

Awkward silence filled the room as Sara's face returned to her palms. After a few moments, Sara heard their footsteps trail out of the locker room and into the hallway. She thought they were all gone until she felt someone's hand on her back. It was Catherine.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Catherine said coaxingly, extending her arms forward for Sara to fall between. Twenty minutes of sobbing in Catherine's arms–Catherine shedding a few for herself–went by until Hodges decided to interrupt.

"You guys are working together," He said abruptly, "Middle aged man stabbed seventeen times in his corner office last night."

Catherine stood up while Sara wiped her eyes, snatching the papers from Hodges' hand, snarling, "You won't last a week."

Sara followed Catherine out the door and into the halls and Hodges was left, trying to look unaffected by this comment, even though no one was watching him.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews... I got this one up quicker this time. I hope it wasn't too boring... it didn't really come out the way I expected, so I had to add Hodges in there, for kicks. And to remain evil.