"Gil, what did you do?" Catherine asked, starting to interrogate him as soon as he got back to his office.

Grissom unlocked his office and ushered Catherine inside. Catherine, however, didn't need the invitation, for she was prepared to barge in no matter what. "Close the door," Grissom stated, passing through his office and settling in behind his desk.

"Why did you send her to me, Gil? Why?" Catherine started her assault of questions.

"Catherine, you are in charge of stuff like that," Grissom tried to reason with her.

"But you always handle those things and then report to me as to what you have decided. You could have told her that she could have her vacation," Catherine explained, frustrated that she couldn't get through to him.

"I figured that she should check in with you," Grissom said lamely.

"Grissom, maybe you don't see my point here. Why is she taking a vacation while you're staying here?"

"Because she is a grown woman, and she can do what she wants, Catherine. She said she wants to take the week to relax, and if she can accomplish that alone, I'd like to let her do that."

"That's a bunch of bull, Gil. It has got to be driving you crazy that she just up and decided to take a vacation."

"If that's what she needs, I can let her go."

"Gil, you don't want to let her go," Catherine spoke, trying to bring him back to his senses.

You can't handle letting her go.

Sara sat on her living room couch, sipping a glass of orange juice and watching a repeat of a home decorating show. She glanced down at her cell phone and read the illuminated screen. Eight hours until I can call and tell him that I arrived in San Francisco. Like one trip by this apartment wouldn't show him that I'm not in San Francisco; I never was going to leave. Seven hours, and I could end this all forever. With one phone call I could set up the appointment and be rid of this problem. But I wouldn't do that, so now I just need to lay here and forget. Think about what color to paint Grissom's bedroom and forget.
'Griss, it's me. I made it here okay, and everything's fine. Call my cell if you need anything. Bye.'

Trying to reply to Sara's message, Grissom called her cell phone, but he didn't receive any answer. Deciding it might be better to try and call later while he was at work, Grissom hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom to shower. I hope you get your rest, Sara because we need to talk when you get back. I'm ready for you to paint this place.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting his shirt on, something on the shelf beside him caught his eye. Deciding that the buttons on his shirt could wait, Grissom picked up the small, round, black case and opened it. Sara forgot her birth control. Did she leave it behind on purpose? Of course not, she just forgot it. Catherine is making me neurotic.
After taking his mid-shift break, Grissom headed back to his office to call Sara. She told me she always keeps the same schedule whenever she takes time off. I hope she's not too tired from driving. When Sara answered the phone, Grissom smiled upon hearing her voice. "How's your vacation, Sara?" Grissom questioned.

Sara chuckled. "I'm pretty tired right now; I haven't gotten to do much yet. How's the lab?" Sara asked, diverting the attention from her.

"Doing just fine without you," Grissom joked.

"Oh, are you saying I'm expendable?" Sara played along.

"Well, you've been gone for a day, and the world hasn't fallen apart…yet."

"Very funny."

Grissom smiled at her apparent joviality. "How's the weather?"

"Dark and cool. I haven't seen much of the daylight since I got here."

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Decompressing, just like I told you."

Good. "Hmm, did you realize that you left your pills here?"

"I have my pain meds with me; I just took them a little while ago because I couldn't take them while I was driving."

"Well, it's good you have those with you, but you left your birth control in the bathroom."

Damn. Sidle, come up with a reason. Ah, I know, the doctor's words will actually come in handy for something. "I had to start a new pack, so I have that one with me. Don't worry, everything's taken care of," Sara explained, concocting her story as she talked.

Why would she have to do that? "Did you miss a day?" Grissom asked, concerned about the effectiveness.

"A couple, that's why I had to start a new pack."

"Sara…" Grissom started in warning.

"Grissom, don't worry; I've got this under control. Now, it's the middle of shift, shouldn't you be working?" Sara stated, changing the subject.

Great, she changed the subject. "Alright, Sara, I'll let you go, but make sure you take your pills. I don't need to remind you that…"

You don't want kids, and you never have wanted them. Believe me, I know. "No, I don't need reminding. Have a good shift," Sara said tersely.

"I'll talk to you later, Sara," Grissom spoke before hanging up the phone.

What is going on with you?