Pulling herself out of bed, knowing it would be futile to try to get back to sleep, Sara grabbed her robe and a plastic bag and headed for the bathroom. I need some time to get some things sorted out in my head. After showering and getting dressed, Sara called a cab and waited outside of the house.
Looking up upon hearing a knock on the doorframe of his office, Grissom's eyes widened in shock. "Sara, what are you doing here?" he stammered, "How did you get here?"
"Took a cab, got my car, and drove," Sara stated nonchalantly.
Sara walked into his office, closed the door, and sat in a chair across from his desk. "What was so important that you had to come in in the middle of shift, on your day off, nonetheless?" Grissom questioned.
"I want to take a week of vacation," Sara explained.
You, someone who I would normally have to force to take vacation, want to take a vacation? "Where do you plan on going?" Grissom asked.
"San Francisco," Sara spoke, keeping her answers short and to the point in order to follow through with her plan.
"Have you gotten our tickets yet?"
"I'm driving, and you're not coming," Sara said curtly.
A frown crept into Grissom's forehead, and he looked at his desk while he contemplated what might be going on. "Sara, do we need to talk? Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just came to my boss as his employee to see if I could use some of my vacation days," Sara emphasized.
"Well, technically I am not your boss, and if you wish to enquire about your vacation days, I suggest you go see Catherine," Grissom snipped and turned his chair away from her.
Sara mirrored his scowl and rose from her chair. Withholding her spiteful words, she glared at Grissom's back and stamped out the door.
Leaving Catherine's office, where she had luckily been able to find the woman, Sara poked her head into Grissom's office. He still had his back to the door, and he held his hand to his head. "Grissom, Catherine approved my vacation, so I'm going to leave tonight," Sara spoke.
Grissom turned around and met her eyes. "From here?" he asked.
"I was planning on it."
"Let me walk you out to your car," Grissom stated, getting up from his chair and coming around the desk.
Grissom lightly squeezed Sara's left hand and led her out of his office.
"Can you call me when you get settled in?" Grissom asked, holding Sara's hands.
"Sure, it'll probably be a while though. It's almost a ten hour trip if I stop somewhere along the way," Sara stated.
"Should you really be driving with that wrist?" Grissom questioned skeptically, running a finger along the cast.
"Grissom, I'll be fine. And before you ask, I am fine; I want to take this vacation so I can use the time to decompress," Sara explained.
"Is there something bothering you? There isn't some other reason that you're taking this trip, is there? Are you trying to hide something from me?"
"Grissom!" Sara groaned exasperatedly.
"Alright, have a safe trip and take care," Grissom spoke, pulling her close and giving her a tender kiss, "I love you."
"I'll call you," Sara said, squeezing his hands one last time and turning around to open her car door.
Once he saw Sara leave the parking lot, Grissom retreated to the lab. Why is she doing this? Ulterior motives? Get a grip; she's finally taking the vacation that she needs.